Miss Mary, I've always been a shouter!

The Pokémon world has many villains: Team Rocket in Kanto, Team Plasma in Unova, Team Magma and Team Aqua in Hoenn, the Malocmon Group in Galar, Team Cinder in Kalos, Team Galactic in Sinnoh, and the Aether Foundation in Alola.

From creating, capturing, and manipulating mythical beasts to being beaten to a pulp by teenagers, each member possesses unique skills.

In comparison, the Shout Squad, who only engage in petty theft, is less a villainous organization and more a small, non-mainstream group of obsessive fans. Their sole purpose is...

"For Miss Mary!"

Faced with the Shout Team suddenly jumping out of the bushes and yelling at him and Ralts, even Wei Xin couldn't help but frown.

This kind of person is crazy.

"For Miss Mary, we're willing to fight the whole world!"

Does your Miss Mary know she's going to be at odds with the whole world?

"So someone like you who contacts Miss Mary without permission is unforgivable."

Wei Xin took a deep breath.

Do we really need to think about how to deal with this kind of person?

Without hesitation, Wei Xin took out his phone.

"Hello, is this Officer Jenny?"

If you encounter a problem, don't be afraid. Call the police immediately, Ms. Officer Jenny, because I am a student at Donghuang.

"Big brother, wait a minute." Seeing Wei Xin take out his phone to summon Miss Officer Jenny, the two members of the shouting team quickly raised their hands to stop him, almost kneeling down to Wei Xin.

We were just released by Officer Jenny; if we go back in, Mary will definitely scold us.

Hearing the voices of the shouting team, Wei Xin silently put down his phone, still shaken.

That was close; we almost gave the shouting team a reward.

"So, what brings you two here?" Wei Xin asked.

Could it be that they've come to start a Pokémon battle? In the Pokémon world, there's a rule that most people, no matter what problems or disputes they encounter, will choose to resolve them through a Pokémon battle.

Your wife's been kidnapped? Why not have a thrilling Pokémon battle first?

Battles can effectively resolve disputes and conflicts, and also help people vent negative emotions, which is an important reason for the relative stability of society today.

"We're here to challenge you to a Pokémon battle."

"That's right. If you lose, you'll have to join the Shout Team, put on our team uniform, and then worship Miss Mary's portrait every day."

In other words, if I lose, I'll get a free outfit and a photo of Miss Mary provided by the fan club.

Now that we've talked about the rewards, what about the punishments?

Just as Wei Xin was contemplating whether to surrender and lose half the money, taking only Miss Mary's photo album, a cold voice came from behind the three of them.

"What exactly are you guys doing?"

"Miss Mary!" The two members of the shouting team stood up straight as if they had stepped on an electric wire, staring straight ahead.

"You're not forcing other students to join the shouting team again, are you?" Although Mary spoke in Galar, which Wei Xin couldn't understand, he could tell from her tone that Mary was clearly angry.

Faced with Mary's questioning, the two who had been so aggressive just moments before shrank back, fidgeted with their fingers, and slowly lowered their heads, saying, "We just wanted to help Miss Mary with some of the burden..."

"Don't make excuses!" Mary snapped. "Even if you want to help me promote Spiketown, you shouldn't do it this way."

"I've said it many times, this is Donghuang, not Galar. The shouting team's actions must not interfere with other students!"

Like younger brothers who had gotten into trouble and were being scolded by their older sister, the two shouting team members, who were nearly 1.8 meters tall, stood in front of Mary, who was 1.6 meters tall, with their heads down, counting the number of bricks on the ground.

After disciplining the members of the Shout Team, Mary led the two men to her, stood on tiptoe, grabbed their necks with both hands, pressed them down hard, and bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle along with Morubek on their heads.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for not disciplining them properly. These two have caused you trouble," Mary apologized sincerely.

I already told my brother that even if I were alone in Donghuang, I could take care of myself.

Honestly, how can I thank him after something like this happened?

[I'm so angry! I really want to punch those two guys and blow their heads off.]

[If it gets knocked out, it'll require a trip to the hospital; let's just forget about it.]

No, this condition is beyond saving even if taken to the hospital. I suggest sending it directly to the crematorium next door.

Listening quietly to Mary's inner thoughts, Wei Xin sighed silently. Although the girl in front of him seemed like a clueless person, her inner thoughts were surprisingly cute.

"It's not much trouble," Wei Xin said.

Although obsessive fans are indeed very upsetting, they are nothing like the anthropomorphic creatures that Wei Xin had seen in his past life, who would open boxes, report people, and have offline solo fights at the drop of a hat, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake.

Compared to those who let their fans behave unchecked and, like Dudu Li, bury their heads in the sand and turn a deaf ear when problems arise.

An idol who actively manages his fans and a fan club that only thinks about how to make more people like their idol are so harmless.

"If you don't mind, you can call me Wei Xin. Conversely, would you mind if I just called you Mary?"

To accommodate Mary, who was not fluent in Donghuang language, Wei Xin deliberately slowed down his speech.

"Of course." Mary released her grip on the shouting team, letting them flee in a hurry. She unconsciously rubbed the hair by her ear, somewhat surprised by Wei Xin's reply, then smiled and said, "It's nice to meet you, Wei Xin."

As if remembering something, Mary added, "I didn't have a chance to thank you at the stall earlier, Wei Xin, you're a good person."

Wow, you gave me the friend card after knowing me for less than an hour? Is things progressing that fast?

Seeing that Wei Xin didn't reply, Mary was a little puzzled and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, did I say something wrong?"

[My brother Mingming said that Donghuang language is an easy language to learn. Is it because I'm not very smart?]

No, Miss Mary, this is not your problem. The Eastern language is so profound that even the people of Eastern Huang themselves cannot fully comprehend it.

"It's just a cultural difference," Wei Xin said. "In Donghuang, when we praise someone, we generally don't say that he is a good person. For example, in Donghuang language, 'wife' does not refer to an elderly grandmother."

"What does 'wife' refer to?"

Mary took out her notebook and pen and asked curiously.

"It can refer to a wife, or it can refer to a person who accompanies you for life."

Of course, for some people, marriage means having a wife, but a wife doesn't necessarily mean marriage.

Some men even change wives every three months, sometimes a whole bunch of them, more frequently than they change clothes.

At that moment, Wei Xin heard a soft yawn coming from his arms. Looking down, he saw Ralts nestled in his arms, its eyelids drooping.

The little guy was clearly exhausted.

"To be together...for a lifetime."

Mary wrote these four characters carefully in her notebook, not yet understanding what these four short idioms meant.

When she looked up, she found that the boy had disappeared from her sight again.

"We'll probably see each other again someday." For no apparent reason, Mary heard the voice of her intuition.

She scratched her head: "Let's go, Morubek, let's go back to the dormitory."

But there was nothing above his head.

"Morbeco?"