I'm really not the Pokémon King

Dear Son I’ve Never Met:

Hello

Don't be surprised, this letter is exactly what Dad left for you.

When I write this letter, in front of my father is a huge red monster, and behind my father is the home where you exist.

As a soldier and as a father, Dad really has no way out.

A few days ago, before this monster appeared, your father made a promise to you while lying on your mother's belly. He promised that after you were born, he would take you to see the sea on the coast of Eucalyptus, take you to ski on the top of the Blizzard Mountain, and take you You go to the Thunder Mountains to listen to thunder.

But it's a pity that I can't go.

Dad and the uncles on the expedition decided to fight to the death.

To be honest, dad is actually very afraid of death, because when he dies, you and mom will definitely not be there in the place he goes to.

Dad has been afraid of loneliness since he was a child, and he is also afraid that you will be lonely.

But

My father is from Lucheng. How can a man from Lucheng be timid when he encounters danger?

So, forgive Dad.

Dad just loves you from a different place.

From now on, remember to listen to your mother.

She has a bad temper and a straight temper, so you have to give in to her.

My son, my father hopes that in the future, you can be a useful ordinary person, and don’t try to be a hero like your father.

The setting sun at seven o'clock in the evening was a bit cold, illuminating the desks, chairs, doors and windows in the office dimly.

Yang Xiaoshu stood on his own shadow, clutching the letter his father left for him, and wiped away his tears hard.

"Wipe it."

Looking at the swollen left side of Yang Xiaoshu's face, Zhang Yu felt a little guilty and picked up the tissue on the table and handed it to him.

Yang Xiaoshu waved his hand and refused: "Uncle Zhang, no need, I want to go home and be alone."

"Go."

"Then I'll go first."

Seeing Yang Xiaoshu holding the letter in his hand and leaving, Zhang Yu felt panicked. He came to the window, opened it, took a breath of fresh air, then jumped to the window sill, sat down with his knees in his arms, and Gu Zidi said: "Many people regard me as a hero, but I know that I am not."

"Because the heroes are all dead, they are all dead"

Zhang Yu lit two cigarettes, putting one to his mouth and smoking it himself, and holding one outside the window for his deceased comrade to smoke.

The smoke gradually filled up and enveloped him.

After leaving school, Yang Xiaoshu did not go home and came to the pavilion in Zhulu Park.

It's quiet around.

Yang Xiaoshu hugged the neck of the four-season deer, or rather the budding deer now, and sobbed softly.

"My mother never told me about him."

"I only occasionally hear from my old neighbor that I look like him."

Yang Xiaoshu rubbed the sprouting deer's soft neck and continued: "Over the years, I often dream about myself. When I wake up, I always think of myself as him. Thinking like this, I am not afraid when I sleep alone at night. ”

"Shijilu, do you think I'm a little funny?"

Yang Xiaoshu let go of the sprouting deer's neck and looked at the big guy in front of him who suddenly became taller than himself, feeling lost for a while.

"By the way, you have grown up now and are already a budding deer."

"yo"

The sprouting deer lowered its head and rubbed Yang Xiaoshu's head, then looked at him with concern with its big black eyes, as if he was worried.

"It's okay, sprouting deer." Yang Xiaoshu took a deep breath and hid his sadness under his smile, "Human beings are a little abnormal anyway, aren't they?"

The sprouting deer is an excellent listener. In the past years, it has always been able to hear the loneliness and sadness in Yang Xiaoshu's words, and this moment is no exception.

After thinking for a moment, the sprouting deer hit Yang Xiaoshu with a headbutt, and then caught Yang Xiaoshu with his broad back before he hit the ground, and carried him galloping in the park.

"Sprouting Deer, what are you doing?"

The panicked Yang Xiaoshu looked at the rapidly retreating scenery around him and subconsciously hugged the sprouting deer's neck tightly.

"yoyo"

Hearing Yang Xiaoshu's exclamation, the sprouting deer became more and more excited. Tonight it planned to run around on Yang Xiaoshu's back all night to help him vent his sullenness.

In the low bushes nearby, several petite four-season deer poked their heads out and looked at the budding deer walking away with vigorous steps, showing envy.

When will they become as strong and majestic as budding deer?

The time flashed to ten o'clock.

The sky was frighteningly gloomy.

Listening to the ringing sound coming from Yang Xiaoshu's trouser pocket, the sprouting deer knew that it was time for Yang Xiaoshu to go back, and put him on the ground in disappointment.

Yang Xiaoshu turned his head away, not daring to look into the disappointed big eyes of the sprouting deer. He returned to the pavilion, picked up his schoolbag, and waved goodbye to the sprouting deer.

After walking out of the park, an inexplicable impulse arose in his heart.

"The four-season deer that used to have to be carried and held by me can now carry me on its back. Is this the change brought about by strength?"

"If I can surpass my mother in strength, can I ask her to go home?"

"If my father was strong enough back then, would he be able to come back alive?"

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoshu suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment and enlightenment.

"In this case, I want to be the most powerful trainer in the world and make everything go according to my will."

Through the dim light of the street lamp, Yang Xiaoshu raised his head and looked at the night sky above where the stars were hidden.

"From now on, all I think about is the galaxy."

In this way, with a new goal in mind, Yang Xiaoshu ran towards home excitedly.

"I am back"

As soon as he entered the house, Yang Xiaoshu put down his schoolbag and rushed to the bedroom.

"Brother Dawu, are you there?"

Hearing the sound, Metagross, who was sleeping in the bedroom, opened his eyes, and Daigo's illusory figure slowly appeared next to him.

"What's wrong, Xiaoshu, you're so excited?"

Dawu was a little surprised when he felt that Yang Xiaoshu's "steel-burning body" had begun to awaken.

"Brother Dawu, can you help me become the strongest trainer?"

"Haha, you can't become the strongest trainer with my help alone." Daigo's hearty laughter suddenly sounded in the room, "Leave aside Sirona, even the ape god, you can't surpass it."

I do know the ape god, but who is Sirona? Yang Xiaoshu looked confused.

Daigo didn't explain too much, he just sighed: "They are all trainers who have blazed their own path, far beyond the reach of others."

"I don't know."

"Haha, you're right if you don't understand. You haven't come into contact with Pokémon yet, how can you possibly understand." Daigo smiled and said, "Xiaoshu, I want to ask you a question."

"You ask, Brother Dawu."

"Do you think trainers are just guys who follow Pokémon and shout out moves?"

Daiwu stared into Yang Xiaoshu's eyes and asked.

Isn't it? Yang Xiaoshu, who felt a little guilty, avoided Dawu's sight.

After hearing this, Dawu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You are wrong to think so."

ps: This chapter was really difficult to write. I scrapped nearly [-] words of the manuscript. I feel bad that this is the only chapter today.