"Kena-sensei, huge thanks! Dinner's on me next time!"
Post-match, Jiang Feng zoomed to thank her, enthusiastically grabbing her jade hand.
Bonus: A close-up of the Alps' majestic peaks.
Her clout delayed the match, or Jiang Feng would've been DQ'd.
Kena's gaze softened, flicking downward, cheeks Roselia-pink.
Youth's got perks.
Growing strong daily.
"If I'm not wrong, that was Master-tier Rock Smash, right?" Kena eyed the cracked ground under Butterfree, her eyes sparkling. This little man's a beast!
No surprise there!
"Aw, I hid it so well, but sensei still clocked it."
Look at you, flexing!
Kena rolled her eyes, sashaying off with curves for days.
"I'll be watching you, kid. Grind hard, little champ."
Grind to climb higher peaks?
A, B, C, D?
Problem: None of the options are you!
This question's too hard—way off the syllabus!
Jiang Feng smacked Combusken's head.
"Hear that? Sensei says grind! You're slacking—total Lickitung vibes!"
"Training done? Homework in?"
"Just eating meat? No ambition!"
He roasted Combusken, then—before it went feral—yoinked it back into the Poké Ball, locked tight!
Combusken raged inside, powerless.
Ahh, satisfying!
Another Proficiency ping in the bag!
Roast chicken, feel good—keep roasting, keep winning!
Round one done.
On the big screen's corner, Jiang Feng spotted his round-two foe:
Xiao Huo?
"Thirty years east, thirty west—don't mock a poor youth!"
Terrifying name!
Rumor has it: Xiao's Pokémon are meh, but he's a pen-test prodigy, topping liberal arts and snagging a Breeder title!
Hmm… smells like a web novel dark horse!
How dark, though?
With time before his match, Jiang Feng hit the stands, snagging a seat to scout.
Beast players galore, pulling wild strats for top-four spots.
Like this Poliwrath: Dig to hide, then underground Belly Drum buff!
Popped up, flexed biceps, and one-punched Eevee into the wall!
BOOM!
Earth quaked.
Dig, Belly Drum, plus Rest—silky combo, pro-level!
The opponent, a chubby 200-pound gal, cradled her KO'd Eevee, bawling…
True one-punch crybaby slayer!
Belly Drum + Rest? God-tier.
Add Dig? Unhuman!
I charge from the mantle—how you counter?
Jiang Feng hated this old sixDig buff tactic!
…and totally learned it!
"Man, Xiao Jing looks justice incarnate, but his strats are filthy!" Wei Fatty grumbled, waddling over.
Xiao Jing, Poliwrath's Trainer.
Spikemuth's Rain God, rumored Jenny clan distant cousin… Signature 'mon: a Swift Swim Poliwrath.
Mastered Rest, Belly Drum, Dig, Rain Dance—high-tier!
His combo synergy? Broken.
"No gentlemanly vibes!"
Gentlemanly?
200 pounds, Snorlax-tier gal—you call that delicate flower?
"Fatty, your taste's wild!"
"You know nothing! Chubby's the pure desire ceiling!"
"Saying goes: Good gals got heft, tiger back, bear waist! Don't yap if you don't get it!"
Jiang Feng: "You call Snorlax gal chubby?"
Birds of a feather, huh.
Prayers for his bed—three seconds.
Wait… something's off!
Fatty's taste ain't this!
"You're after her cash, aren't you?" Snorlax gal's dripping gold—her family's loaded!
"You know bubkis!*"
Fatty coughed, awkward.
"Don't slander! For a lit life, looks need heft! Capiche?"
Jiang Feng squinted, unconvinced.
Bet he's gold-digging! Selling looks for cash? Shameful!
But Jiang Feng underestimated Fatty's shamelessness.
"Don't you think she'd vibe with my dad?"
Uncle Wei with Snorlax gal? Jiang Feng's face twisted. Filial piety legend!
Hall-of-fame filial!
Jiang Feng thumbs-upped, silently hyping.
"See? You agree she's perfect for Dad! You get me!"
Jiang Feng's props fueled Fatty—he'd pitch his dad a stepmom tonight!
"You this wild, Uncle know?"
…
"Flora Town's Nursery sells Feebas!"
"But, uh, that Feebas… it's problematic. Hates humans. You could try."
Knowing Jiang Feng's 30K sugar baby fund, Fatty hesitated—Feebas is a gamble.
"Problematic? Spill."
Jiang Feng paused mid-melon-seed munch, eyes gleaming.
Per Pokémon novel laws: rebellious, abandoned, or defective 'mons are hidden gems!
Problem 'mons = jackpot!
"Heard it knows zero moves—not even Splash. Hates humans, probably low talent, tough to evolve."
No Splash?
No sing, dance, or RAP?
Useless!
Stunted growth?
Jiang Feng sensed plot armor…
He'd planned to hit Flora Town's Gym anyway—perfect, check the Feebas.
"Thanks. Eevee sales?"
"Eevee? Yeah, but pricey."
"No loans, though."
"Cash talk hurts bromance!"
Fatty clutched his wallet—his coin funds Xiao Li's bro's tuition!
"Tch, I'm stacked! Soon, I'll flex big beauty left hand, cute cutie right!"
Jiang Feng scoffed. Foolish wage slave, I'm a 5M Pokédollar king!
Fatty rolled his eyes. Big beauty Milotic, cute cutie Sylveon—easy, huh?
"Bold! Even Miltank ain't that bold!"
Polite: You Miltank?
Jiang Feng knew Sylveon's the hardest Eevee evo.
No contest.
Needs max Affection and a Fairy move at Perfect-tier—just for a chance.
Difficulty? Matches Feebas to Milotic.
Real-world Sylveons? Rarer than a shiny!
He loves beefy bros, but for the Beauty Card, a cute waifu works!
"What, I can't evolve a cutie?"
Fatty paused, cackling:
"Not impossible. Fat Lord blesses you!"
"May your Sylveon… be a dude waifu, a pretty boy!"
Arceus, thanks for nothing!
Jiang Feng's face blackened. That's a blessing?
Don't be a Houndour!
Eevee's 1:7 gender ratio—dude-heavy!
Female Eevees? Mythical! Most are bros!
In games, Jiang Feng grinded ages for a female!
Imagine busting tail for a cute, elegant Sylveon…
…only to get a dude waifu!
Jiang Feng shivered, ready to kick Fatty into paralysis.
"Yo, I dodge! Can't hit me, haha!"
Fatty, prepped, juked and bolted, laughing.
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