Mary's Lament and the Bear's Dark Amusement

Wei Xin certainly wouldn't let Ralts fight ten people.

Although he brought medicine for injuries, what if he gets injured too frequently and it damages Ralts's body?

Wei Xin still couldn't bear to exploit Ralts's body.

Paying close attention to a Pokémon's physical and mental state and making timely adjustments is also an essential skill for trainers.

After all, most Pokémon are still psychologically children, and issues such as obedience and rebellion are things that Wei Xin learned in his spare time.

For my child's sake, I must learn everything I need.

So, by using telepathy to find Sobble hiding its body in water vapor and easily defeating it with Charge Beam; and by using telekinesis to steal Grookey's stick, causing Grookey to flee the battlefield crying and running away without a fight, Wei Xin and Ralts easily achieved three consecutive victories within an hour.

"Alright, that's enough for today. We still need to go to the publishing house later," Wei Xin said, holding Ralts in his arms.

"Ralts," Ralts responded, letting out a helpless sigh.

The opponents you get matched with in lower ranks are too weak; they're not even as good as AI opponents in terms of tactics or skills.

If possible, she hopes to find an opponent who is her equal.

Right now, I can only pin my hopes on the freshman tournament, hoping to find opponents that will excite me.

However, it can't be too strong. Through her experience with Croagunk, Ralts had already learned what it meant to be stronger than others and to be more powerful than herself. She knew that there were countless Pokémon in this world stronger than her.

Thanks to previous promotions and the influx of new students, the battle club has attracted many students today.

However, not all students came to compete; some students gathered in front of the large screen in the hall to watch the matches taking place on the battlefield.

"My God, that Piplup is amazing! It's already won five straight games."

Without even thinking, Wei Xin knew which Bogarman it was. Standing in the crowd, he saw in the video that Ma Liang directed Bogarman to leap into the air using the platform and use a Brick Break to slam his opponent's Hawkman to the ground.

After defeating his opponent, he took out some medicine, gritted his teeth, treated his injuries, and then eagerly urged his trainer to find him the next opponent.

His eyes were only set on becoming stronger, and he no longer coveted women.

Has the House of Lords regained control? Wei Xin wondered.

Is self-motivation really that useful?

If you make it to the finals of the freshman tournament, you can confess your feelings to Ralts in front of everyone.

No, it was the House of Lords and the House of Commons that reached a settlement.

"I wonder if my Mudkip will be able to beat him after using a Power Ball," a student murmured.

A power-up ball? What's that? Some kind of power-up item?

Wei Xin recalled that he did not have any similar combat items in his memory.

According to the rules of the competition, Pokémon battles allow Pokémon to bring and use items, but each Pokémon can only bring one item per battle. Items such as Life Orbs and Bandanas go without saying, as well as system items such as Mega Stones.

However, due to technological and environmental reasons, while the Max Bracers and Titanium Jewels can be carried, they cannot be used in the Eastern Empire.

However, in order to improve the entertainment value of the competition, the Donghuang region has been trying to find ways to solve these problems.

Without wasting time in front of the screen, Wei Xin sent a text message to the editor of the Shanghai Publishing House and was surprised by how quickly the editor replied.

Wei Xin turned his head and saw Mary sitting on a chair in the club lobby.

After defeating the Steel-type Gym Leader and obtaining the Penguin Badge, Marnie became a VIP at the Battle Club. After class, the two came to the club together, but because of their different ranks and the need to activate their VIP cards, Marnie went to battle first.

Moreover, it's a wager-based battle where the winner takes all.

So, they lost the match?

Wei Xin was well aware of Marie's battle prowess. Although Morpeko was small in size, it was tough and had strong attack power. Although Grimmsnarl's strength was limited because it could not Gigantamax, as Marie's ace, it was still at the level of a typical Gym Leader's ace Pokémon.

As for the bad frog and the frog god, there's no need to say more.

Empoleon, which could defeat the Steel-type Gym Leader even before evolving, would probably be able to put up a fight even against Mega Evolved Pokémon if it did evolve.

So what exactly was it that not only defeated Mary but also made her sigh with regret?

Wei Xin was very curious.

Mega Evolution can't just become commonplace, can it?

"Marie, are you free later? I need to go to the Shanghai Publishing House," Wei Xin said.

Curiosity aside, Wei Xin wasn't the type to see a family of three enter an alley and then come out all alone, only to lean in and ask, "Little friend, where did your mom and dad go?"

Those kinds of people who don't understand romance.

"Huh?" Hearing Wei Xin's voice, Mary looked up blankly and subconsciously replied, "I'm free."

Then, upon seeing Wei Xin's face, she seemed to remember something, pursed her lips, and sighed helplessly.

The Pokémon hunter got caught, and my bodyguard career is over.

[Does that mean we'll never be able to eat Wei Xin's cooking again?]

My friend is safe now, and I even won 5,000 yuan in the game I just played, so my living expenses are covered.

Why can't I just be happy?

I don't know, maybe the sun is too strong. What do you think, moon?

Wei Xin smiled inwardly and touched the gift in his pocket.

He was already used to a lively life. If the house suddenly became quiet with four fewer people, neither he nor Ralts would be used to it, so naturally they wouldn't kick Marie out.

Moreover, Wei Xin didn't think the Pokémon hunter incident would end there. His intuition told him that the capture of the Pokémon hunter was just the calm before the storm.

As a father, Wei Xin would not let his guard down until he saw the Pokémon hunter being stuffed into the incinerator, for Ralts' safety.

However, Wei Xin didn't rush to explain. Gentle men are cheap in a woman's eyes. Appropriate offense can make a woman's emotions fluctuate, which is what is called being moved.

That's why when your female classmate cries, instead of offering comforting words, peek under the table and let her cry if she's not actually crying. If she is, then praise her with a "you're awesome!" This can actually make her smile through her tears.

Understand the applause.

As for me, a single father who has never been in a relationship, why would I know this kind of knowledge?

You know, people in the dorm who have never been in a relationship are all the Sherlock Holmes of the relationship world, specialist doctors who help their roommates solve their emotional problems.

With a somewhat distraught Mary by his side, Wei Xin walked through the streets and through the bustling crowds, standing at the entrance of the Shanghai Publishing House office building.

Upon reaching the front desk, Wei Xin pulled out his phone and showed the editor his chat history to a receptionist dressed in a blue office lady outfit who had spent ages applying makeup in front of the mirror without any noticeable change in her face.

"Excuse me, do you have an editor here named 'Mrs. Narrow-Dwelling'?"

"I arranged to meet her today."

"A housewife living in a cramped apartment?" The receptionist frowned and glanced at the message in Wei Xin's hand.

[It's actually that guy who went looking for that big-breasted, shady woman?]

She glanced at Wei Xin's face again and shook her head regretfully.

What a handsome young man! What a pity.

[The "Dwelling Narrowness" wife is coming; another young man is about to fall for her.]

Judging from this description, this editor isn't a normal person.

Teacher, why doesn't my Infernal Tiger use Storm Nebula Split?

When the receptionist answered the phone and saw the editor, whose real name was "Big, Pshaw, Dwelling Wife," walk out of the elevator, Wei Xin's eyes widened.

It wasn't because of the law of universal gravitation—that the greater the mass, the greater the attraction to men—that I passively activated auto-aiming; rather, it was because I recognized the person's identity at a glance.