Chapter 16: Marvelous Yet Feeble
That afternoon.
Still one theory class and three combat training sessions in the schedule.
《Attribute Restraint Preliminary Lecture》
This is the textbook on Zuo Hang’s desk.
The teacher at the podium is a middle-aged man with half-white hair. At the start of his self-introduction, he said he was the Gym Leader of some Gym, but Zuo Hang didn’t pay attention.
He had casually flipped through this book.
A total of 109 pages, detailing the restraint relationships between single attributes, with that familiar flavor—stuff that could be explained in one Form is dragged out into a whole textbook. No wonder the theory class is only one session both morning and afternoon.
If there were more classes scheduled, the teacher probably wouldn’t have much to say either.
Zuo Hang and Hoshino Ryuji were again the “clear stream” of the class, playing from the start of class until the end.
It was only when the two put away their terminals that a short-haired girl in school uniform passed by the back door of the classroom, muttering, “Playing on mobile phone during class isn’t great, that’s a few points deducted.”
The afternoon combat teacher was still Guan Tong.
“Unfortunately, the afternoon teacher is still me, so has anyone learned the Skill from the morning?”
After waiting three seconds, a boy in the second row of the group raised his hand.
At 1.8 meters tall, he’s absolutely tall among high school students, and under his short summer shirt are muscles with extreme explosive power.
“Oh?? Someone actually mastered it?” Guan Tong’s face clearly showed surprise. “Student 1-214, let me check the roster. Oh, Yuan Wenfeng. If you can, would you demonstrate for everyone?”
The boy in the second row stepped out of the line and took a Poké Ball from his back waist.
What appeared in the red light was a Roggenrola.
—A body made of gray rock, with particularly developed muscles on its arms, a Pokémon excellent in both Attack and Defense.
“Roggenrola! Use Tackle!” the tall boy commanded.
A faint Skill Light lit up on Roggenrola, targeting the old Wutong tree next to the group.
“—Dong~~~~~~”
A dull Tackle sound.
Another hole appeared on the trunk of the old Wutong tree, and large patches of leaves fell from mid-air.
“Very good. Though the Skill Light is weak, it’s already preliminarily mastered. Mastering a Skill in three hours—this Roggenrola has good Talent.” Guan Tong praised.
“Alright. Anyone else’s Pokémon can release a Skill?”
After waiting nearly ten seconds with no one speaking, seeing the students’ troubled expressions, Guan Tong quickly said, “It’s okay if you didn’t master it. No one took seriously what I said about completing it in three sessions, right? The first Physical Attack move just needs to be mastered within a week. Of course, by ‘mastered,’ I mean proficiently mastered. That faint Skill Light absolutely won’t do.”
“That’s all for now. Afternoon is still free practice for everyone. Before tomorrow’s class, every initial Pokémon must at least be able to produce Skill Light. I’ll wait for you at most until tomorrow afternoon. After that, I’ll start teaching new content.”
“If you have questions, you can ask Yuan Wenfeng. Alright, dismissed!”
Guan Tong no longer seemed as lazy as in the first class. A teacher’s inner thoughts are pretty hard to guess as a student.
Zuo Rou released Turtwig, and Zuo Hang released Fletchling.
“How’s it going? Did you master Slap?” Zuo Hang asked.
Zuo Rou said, “Not yet, but it should be soon. I should get it this afternoon.”
Hoshino suddenly leaned in while they were talking: “No way, sir. Zuo Rou is almost there… I can catch up before the end of the week at best.”
Hearing this, Zuo Hang frowned.
What does ‘Zuo Rou is almost there’ mean?
Is my sister weak?
“Hey, Hoshino, your Snowy Child seems pretty strong. Wanna battle?”
“Maoji!!” Hearing about a fight, Snowy Child immediately got excited.
“No fighting, no fighting, I’m weak.” Hoshino dry-laughed twice. “Sister-loving maniac, my bad, I’m scared of you two.”
On the other side, the seats in the classroom corridor.
The short-haired girl was holding a small brown-covered notebook, recording on it.
“Sister is very pretty, and… seems a bit warlike. No points deducted for now.”
Zuo Hang had noticed the short-haired girl long ago. He’s always very sensitive to others’ gazes; otherwise, he wouldn’t have sensed the strange line of sight above the academy on the first day of school.
Zuo Hang was still sitting under the old Wutong tree with its large tree crown from the morning. “Fletchling, just get Peck proficient this afternoon. For now, keep practicing against Pikachu. Once Turtwig masters it, you can spar.”
Both Pokémon nodded at the same time. Skill Light lit up on Fletchling’s beak—unlike Roggenrola’s faint flowing light, Fletchling’s Skill Light was already relatively proficient.
Zuo Hang stopped paying attention to the training and turned his gaze toward the seats in the corridor.
Their lines of sight met exactly.
The short-haired girl’s face skillfully flushed red.
As the Student Union’s Secretary, she often did this kind of stalking. Whether boy or girl, if the target noticed, she’d pretend to blush. Pure first-year high school boys would mostly think she had a crush on them and secretly feel smug.
Seeing her expression, Zuo Hang was stunned.
Blushing?
His first thought wasn’t why she was blushing—his gaze instantly shifted down when their eyes met.
Between small and huge, the exquisite and subtle girl’s body.
Boys care about eyes; adults look from the middle outward.
The short-haired girl seemed to notice Zuo Hang’s suspicious gaze and suddenly stopped pretending. She stood up and walked toward the sports field.
“Zuo Hang, you weren’t thinking something boring just now, were you?”
“Hm? You know me?”
Flowing Light bloomed on Fletchling’s beak. “—Whoosh!”, the sound of breaking air rang out. Fletchling flew past the short-haired girl’s hair tips. The Electric Mouse yawned and easily dodged the move. Another prismatic hole appeared on the old Wutong tree.
“Well… you’re disturbing my Pokémon training.” Zuo Hang said.
The short-haired girl frowned. She recognized the sarcastic esports old meme.
Dodging to the side, she said, “Not disturbing now, right?”
“Yeah, should be fine.” Zuo Hang cleverly avoided the topic from seconds ago. “We haven’t finished. Do we know each other?”
The short-haired girl grinned mischievously: “Nope, but we do now. That gaze of yours earlier, and the weird thoughts—consider this a warning. You’ve already offended the Vice President. If you offend the Secretary too, the Student Union will really have nothing to do with you~”
The short-haired girl straightened her school uniform’s short skirt. “Stop looking. You can’t see anything. I’ve got safety shorts.”
She picked up her pen, bent down, and knocked Zuo Hang’s forehead. “Minus three points—lewd gaze, impure thoughts, sarcastic speech. Junior student, the President is a very rigid person~ If I report these records… heh… hehehe~~~ You get it~”
Another day of begging for votes as usual~
