Nurse Mimosa wasn't part of the Joy family.
She was a certified Pokémon doctor who had applied for an international exchange program while working at a Pokémon Center in a remote town of the Paldea region. Through that program, she came to the Shanghai University Infirmary to serve as the school's on-site Pokémon doctor.
Her plan was simple.
Use Shanghai University as a stepping stone—
accumulate more hands-on clinical experience, broaden her horizons through international exchange, and further polish her professional credentials.
Once the program ended, she intended to return home and take up a teaching position at one of Paldea's most prestigious institutions—either Naranja Academy or Uva Academy—as a full-fledged Pokémon lecturer.
That was why a doctor who should have been stationed at Naranja or Uva Academy
was instead appearing at Shanghai University.
After all, Shanghai University was a well-known international institution in the region.
Working here added a significant layer of credibility and polish to Mimosa's résumé.
She was a foreigner, to begin with.
On top of that, she had an exceptionally gentle personality, treated both students and Pokémon with patience, and—perhaps most importantly—had soft pink hair, delicate features, and an overall comforting presence.
For these reasons, Shanghai University students affectionately dubbed her:
"The Angel of the Infirmary."
A cheesy title, perhaps—
But one that perfectly summarized her image in the students' hearts.
Serena, however, wasn't particularly affected by it.
She disliked "gentle girls."
A single friendly greeting made you overthink.
Exchanging emails made your heart race.
Seeing a missed call softened your expression unconsciously.
That was gentleness.
But a person who was gentle to you
was probably gentle to everyone.
Somehow, people always forgot that.
They kept hoping, kept misunderstanding, and eventually stopped expecting anything at all.
So—
Gentle girls were dangerous.
Better not fall for that illusion.
Serena was immune.
She was a battle-hardened, lifetime solo veteran.
In any case—
What really mattered was that she could, ahem…
freely enjoy the medical services provided by Nurse Mimosa and her Hypno.
That alone was fantastic.
She'd definitely be back tomorrow.
Gible:
"Kapu…? 0.o?"
What kind of heartless schemes are you plotting for your innocent little shark now, you awful Trainer?!
With Gible fully recovered, Serena returned to the dormitory.
She immediately booted up her computer and logged into PokéTV.
Question 1: Which of the following Pokémon is a Dragon-type?
A. Aerodactyl
B. Gyarados
C. Charizard
D. Alolan Exeggutor
Question 2: Which Pokémon nature will not become confused after consuming a specific berry?
A. Modest
B. Timid
C. Adamant
D. Gentle
Question 3: …
Many rookie Trainers trying to pass PokéTV's notoriously difficult entry exam
needed to cheat with search engines.
Serena didn't bother.
Relying purely on the accumulated Pokémon knowledge in her head,
she cleared the entire test in under twenty minutes.
PokéTV account registered successfully.
Pokémon Masters EX — Launch!
Virtual Pokémon battles were jointly developed by multiple regional Pokémon Leagues.
For beginners, they served as an entry point into Pokémon battles.
For elite Trainers, they were a testing ground for new teams.
After all, constant real battles—
even with Pokémon possessing incredible durability and recovery—
weren't always sustainable.
That's where virtual simulations truly shined.
Just like games and livestreams had once taken off in Serena's old world.
"Now then…"
She rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
"What kind of room title should I use to attract attention right from the start?"
How did one become a popular streamer, anyway?
None of those transmigrator seniors had taught her that.
They always started with explosive popularity—
instantly matching with legendary Trainers,
their viewer counts skyrocketing overnight.
So why was she the one starting from zero viewers?
Even transmigrators had it rough these days.
This was an era ruled by traffic and attention.
Even the finest wine feared hidden alleys.
And Serena?
She was just a rookie Trainer with no achievements to her name.
No titles.
No results.
No trophies.
She could boast about being the strongest strategist alive—
but without results, it was just empty talk.
At a glance, anyone would see it for what it was:
All bark. No bite.
Starting from nothing and trying to become popular overnight
was painfully difficult.
Her gaze slowly shifted.
It landed on the small blue Pokémon sitting nearby.
"…Looks like I'll have to squeeze every last bit of value out of you, little shark."
Gible stiffened.
"A Dragon Dance Gible…"
"That alone should make one hell of a stream title."