Chapter 74: Xiao Ke, Get Over Here!
On the night of winning the championship, there were no grand celebration banquets or parties, just a diligent Eevee still diligently training hard into the late night.
Everyone who saw it exclaimed at Eevee’s diligence.
As the Trainer Li Wei stood on the balcony watching the Pokémon in the home courtyard sweating their youth in diligent training, he was deeply moved.
Leaning on the balcony, casually scrolling through messages in the group chats on his mobile phone.
Most messages were from their private little group, but after he won the championship, in his various chat apps, even people without notes whose names he couldn’t recall sent congratulations.
This was quite awkward.
Li Wei really couldn’t remember or recall who these inexplicable IDs belonged to.
For example, ‘Pikachu is the cutest’.
Looking at this ID, without asking him, he could never imagine it was the QQ ID that the burly chicken meat fanatic Class Monitor in his impression could come up with.
This contrast was downright devilish!
Facing such congratulations, Li Wei could only euphemistically probe their names one by one, turning on Sherlock mode through Moments or space posts, confirming who these strangely familiar classmates were based on replies, conversation styles, and lucky selfies.
Although the process was quite complicated, Li Wei was still very happy.
After all, they were all saying congratulations, praising how awesome he was, why wouldn’t he be happy?
The class group was also cheering because their group had made it to the Provincial Competition, and the Class Monitor started organizing a class gathering, partly to celebrate everyone successfully obtaining Trainee Trainer qualifications, and partly to celebrate the class producing a ‘top scorer’.
And it was their celebration that barely reminded Li Wei that the written exam results for the Trainer provincial exam were out.
Because everyone in the team defaulted to ‘Isn’t the written exam something you can ace just by having hands?’, no one mentioned it while focusing on the Provincial Competition.
Everyone’s silence led to Li Wei’s ‘I really didn’t know!’ situation.
He quickly exited the class group that was ‘overjoyed’ and about to set off firecrackers, silently opened the browser, entered the URL, copied and pasted his exam number, and started checking.
When watching the browser spin loading, his heart felt like it was about to stop.
Thump, thump, thump, utterly tormenting.
This feeling was like back then knowing he failed math, hearing the family car pull into the garage outside the window, that death countdown.
If possible, may there be no exams in the next life.
Finally, the scores loaded.
From top to bottom: name, exam number, score and percentage.
Score: （171/200）
Score percentage: 90.5%
Score grade: A+
“Huh?”
Seeing this score, Li Wei was a bit surprised.
Using his not-so-developed brain to do the division, he knew this score percentage was off.
But since the score was out and loaded on the webpage, as an upright and aspiring young man, he certainly had no reason to ‘report’ his own score error.
After checking the exam score evaluation details with a fluke mentality, he found he was indeed the child of luck.
This score percentage was different from the usual one he assumed.
It was based on ranking all scores of same-province candidates, then calculating the percentage from the sorted list.
In other words, if the top scorer in Magic City Trainee Trainer written exam this year got 198, but he was first in this distribution ranking, his score percentage would be 100%.
This statistical method was rare in the Zhonghua Family on Earth back then, but very common overseas.
It’s said to be more objective, avoiding missing out on admission due to difficulty variations in exam papers across years.
Thanks to this mechanism, his originally around 85% score was forcibly boosted to 90%, jumping from A to A+ instantly, truly delightful.
Perfectly meeting Magic City First University’s admission standards.
Written exam score A or above, Provincial Competition top 64, extracurricular training A or above.
No issues.
After checking the score, the Sword of Damocles overhead vanished, and he could continue slacking.
After lounging on the balcony blowing cold wind a bit longer, watching the ‘chasing stars’ scene of Riolu and Magikarp, seeing their fangirl faces following behind Gallade, nodding in agreement from time to time, Li Wei couldn’t help but smirk.
Looking into the distance, he spotted Eevee diligently training by the river, filling his heart with relief.
Taking a deep breath and stretching, he turned back to the study room to do his own things.
First, apply to university.
Perfectly, someone in the class group had posted a complete guide, so Li Wei took this chance to resolve this ‘major worry’.
University applications are done a year in advance, slightly different from the past college entrance exam.
In Li Wei’s words, it’s the carrot pit system.
Applications are on the Pokémon League official university application website.
After filling in tedious info like personal details, home address, guardian info, school data, etc., you can apply to your universities.
Before applying, teachers give a ‘predicted written exam score’ based on school exam results, and using that percentage, everyone references school admission standards to apply.
Generally, in high school, teachers hand-hold guide students aiming to be Trainers through applications, even doing home visits to understand family situations, recommending initial Pokémon, suggesting which universities to apply to.
Five slots, within predicted written exam score limits: one dream university, one safety school, the other three matching your bracket and each with strengths.
Ace it, go high; bomb it, still have university.
Schools reference student’s personal statement, teacher evaluations, extracurricular performance, school scores to decide on ‘conditional admission letter’.
This conditional admission letter means as long as the student meets the school’s conditions, they will be admitted.
Li Wei naturally got conditional admission letters from all universities he applied to, thanks to his excellent school scores.
Opening the application school interface, he amusingly checked ‘his’ written ‘personal statement’.
It had to be him; no matter the era, his narcissism was maxed out.
Being bossed around by Mom to run errands at the company became interning at the company, early social experience, strong independence.
Being dragged by Dad to the Gym for training, occasionally foxing with Gym instructors, became already training at the Gym ahead of time, with good physical fitness and foundational Trainer knowledge.
Usually left home alone, ‘depending’ on Mime Jr., became able to happily get along with Pokémon from childhood, living with them being normal, surely setting an example as a Pokémon Trainer later, promoting further harmony between humans and Pokémon.
Seeing this, Li Wei lifted his hand from the mouse, sat at the computer desk, silently clapping for himself.
Brilliant, truly brilliant.
Truly Bulbasaur munching Miqi Crisps entering Mickey Wonderful House, mother Bulbasaur opens the wonderful door, wonderfully home.
“Looks like this eloquence is innate, not bad for me.”
After some emotion, Li Wei noticed his website had updated with his score.
A+ written exam score, Provincial Competition Champion, A+ extracurricular training score; now he just needed to click the mouse for the most sacred step.
Thinking it boring alone, he ran to the balcony and shouted to his father.
“Dad! I’m choosing university, wanna watch?”
This shout not only called his dad but all the Pokémon in the home, instantly crowding the room.
“I say····· why are you all crowding over····· it’s just clicking the mouse······”
Looking at his room like ‘hundred ghosts night parade’, Li Wei twitched his mouth.
Squeezed in front, Mime Jr. with camera on, Dad guarding the seat behind, petite Eevee, Delibird, and Riolu climbing the desk.
Flying and floating Dragonair and Gallade, eerie Chandelure glaring with big eyes terrifyingly, all joining the fun.
And looking at the Pokémon in the room, Li Wei stunnedly found Latios and Latias had appeared at some unknown time.
Ghosts.
This is what tycoons are like?
Terrifying as this.
Silently gulping, Li Wei turned and clicked the mouse.
Clicked confirm on ‘Magic City First University’, silently rejected two offers from Imperial Capital universities, one from water town, and another Magic City university offer.
His original plan was to choose between these two Magic City universities.
Anyway, it’s recommendation; if score just shy of first university line, use the slot; if way off, no need to be the duck insulting the goose group, go to a matching bracket university.
Imperial Capital universities just for numbers; though grandparents there, he preferred familiar places.
Friends, parents, streets not strange, giving inexplicable security.
┓(`)┏
System interface loaded, soon he got Magic City University default email.
Process complete; champion scores need no recruiter debate, just lie home waiting for admission letter to drop from sky.
If memory serves, top Trainer university admission letters are League special Dragonite express delivery?
“Hiss····· a bit excited.”
Done with everything, got final confirmation email, Li Wei turned to the Pokémon still behind watching the screen, shrugging.
“Chosen.”
“Done choosing, scatter?”
【Congrats cub admitted to top university!】
Seeing celebrations done, cheers over, but Pokémon still dumbly standing, Li Wei was at a loss.
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“Alright, tomorrow night treat you all to good food to celebrate?”
After another cheer, Pokémon pushed open balcony window, jumping out one by one orderly, resuming nighttime training.
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Sent off the lively bunch, kicked Dad out, Li Wei closed door and window, turned on desk lamp, put on blue-light glasses, started pondering Grand Festival matters.
On clothing making, he truly knew nothing; now planning to watch videos of his mom’s past Grand Festival records.
Reference clothing design and theme fit, study how to showcase scoring points in performances.
After all, his Grand Festival knowledge stopped at simple contests in anime.
Deepest impression: Ash Ketchum and Xiao Yao joining Grand Festival, then drumming Pikachu······
Though Glaceon suited Grand Festival performances, he actually had few specific plans.
Ding ding~
While Li Wei was researching a pack with two boosts, his mobile phone rang.
Picked up phone, oh ho, some WeChat messages.
Mo Jiu: 【Li Wei, free tomorrow?】
‘Huh??’
Li Wei: 【Yes】
Mo Jiu: 【Lunch convenient? Owe you a meal from last time?】
Li Wei: Sure, what time?
Pretty familiar, Li Wei agreed directly.
Mo Jiu: 【11:30 noon.】
Mo Jiu: 【Address】
Li Wei: got it
Quick chat, Li Wei noted tomorrow’s appointment on calendar.
Very happy, good food tomorrow.
As for coming back evening or promised big meal, talk later~
At this time, Mo Jiu home.
“Xiao Ke, why are you and Gothitelle around my desk?”
Fresh from bath, Mo Jiu blow-dried hair, walked out bathroom.
In bathrobe, holding small tray with two milks and some cookie snacks.
Seeing water stains on floor, angrily to Morpeko, “Hey! Xiao Ke! Why didn’t you dry your fur after running out early? How old are you, you should do it yourself!!”
Putting things on desk, seeing lit-up phone, seemed to realize something.
Grimly picked up phone, looked.
(ΩДΩ)·······
『○｀Д○』！！！！！
“Xiao Ke！！！！”
Realizing slip-up, Morpeko jumped off desk with a whoosh.
Now sticking to door, shouting to rampaging Mo Jiu inside, “Cheep！！！！”
【I clearly helped solve your worries, little Jiu you can’t yell at me！！！！】
“What solving worries! Xiao Ke get back here！！！！”
And as Xiao Ke’s accomplice Gothitelle, silently grabbed rag, wiped floor water, quietly slipped out.
Tonight, Mo family courtyard still familiar chaos.
【Sigh~ If miss was this lively outside too~】
【But~ this is pretty cute.】
Thinking of Xiao Ke running from bathroom, describing Mo Jiu agonizing how to elegantly invite Li Wei to meal without losing manners to repay favor, she wanted to laugh.
With prankster mentality, she agreed to help Xiao Ke send messages.
【Oh ho ho, gotta share this fun with Zi Jin.】
Saying so, wiped hands, prepared pastries and warm milk in kitchen, smiling toward Grandma Mo’s room.
Timo’s Flop Diary
August 12
Slacking once is fun, always slacking always fun.
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Okay, last day slacking, tomorrow back to ten thousand updates~
La la la la la （Gigantamax bgm）
Everyone knows Gigantamax has turn limits right?
Want more Gigantamax need cooldown right~
Me resting a bit not overkill right~
Na~
Hahahaha
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Anyway, bit bad news.
My old father is mooching off me.
Clearly said just breakfast, why mooch dinner too??
Rare guest, not enough ingredients damn!!
Whoosh！！！！
Whimper
orz
Then says, “Breakfast portion too much, can make less.”
But····
Clearly you took my share too making it much, damn!!
(#`O′)！！！
orz
Tomorrow gotta cut peaches for him.
Tsk.
Tsk！！！！！
Well, gives legit reason to shop, pretty happy.
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Late-night poison material coming soon, heh heh heh~
