Pokémon from another world

Chapter 018: Master of Hatching Eggs

Boom, boom, boom. There is no rooster announcing the dawn in Yugui Peak. The rat dong dong makes a cameo, and the effect is not bad.

Dongdong mouse touched Yang Cheng's cheek and then Bobo's head. Yang Cheng is the temporary owner. You can be friendly, Bobo is a new partner, and it’s not bad to accept him as your little brother.

Dongdongshu is the boss, and Yang Cheng doesn't dare to offend him. Although his face was shocked, Yang Cheng still looked very happy.

Bobo was not happy. Pidgeot is originally the gentlest type of Pokémon in the air, and it is not easy to make it angry.

The dongdong mouse didn't understand Bobo's emotions at all. It just showed kindness to Bobo and touched his cheek. Unexpectedly, Bobo was ungrateful, and Dongdongshu felt very aggrieved.

Yang Cheng released all the other Pokémon, Casey, Curly, and Kapok. Simply take out a few poffins and blast them away. He started singing by himself, a habit he had only developed yesterday.

In the pasture near my home

There is a strange creature that I don’t know who is fostering.

Can turn into a huge roaring whale king

Can also turn into a small electric insect

The ever-changing monster

One day I found it missing

It turned out to be a small stone

The level of transformation is a bit stinky

The stuff is exposed in all kinds of places

Ever-changing, ever-changing, ever-changing monsters

Ever-changing, ever-changing, ever-changing, ever-changing, ever-changing

"What kind of music is this? It's probably a Japanese song." Zhang Guifeng looked confused, but he was quickly confused by the sound of the soul. I thought this song was so sweet that I couldn't help but sing along, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

The Japanese name for Variety Monster is メタモン, which is transliterated into Chinese and means "No Karma". Yang Cheng sang the song of Variety Monster, and there was no one else but Yang Cheng who ate it as a meal in the early morning.

I think about it every day and dream about it at night. When I took a nap last night, I dreamed about a variety of monsters. I started singing today.

"You understand Fusang language," Zhang's mother exclaimed.

"A little bit." Yang Cheng was still very modest.

"Can you teach me, I also want to learn Japanese?" These were Zhang Guifeng's words, in Chinese dialect. They were very clear and straightforward, but they made Zhang's mother and Yang Cheng thunder. "I want to recognize you." Be the boss, be the follower.”

Zhang's mother was angry: "I didn't say I wanted to learn the trainer's knowledge last night, why did I change my mind again today?"

"I don't want to be a Pokémon trainer. I'm not in good health and I can't meditate. I can't be a trainer anyway. I don't want to study anymore."

Mother Zhang did not expect that her son would suddenly become interested in studying, nor did she expect that the always obedient child would suddenly become so excited. "Is this song a seductive song that will make people confused? Mother Zhang was dissatisfied. Although her husband suffered misfortune, he could at least compete for the king of a country. Why is this child getting worse and worse?

Zhang's mother can barely be regarded as the aristocratic young lady who succeeded in Cinderella's counterattack. But since Zhang Guifeng can remember, he has not enjoyed any good living conditions. Although mother and son are close, the generation gap is deeper.

The throne of Milazu Principality is definitely filled with water. When Yang Cheng read Grimm's Fairy Tales in his previous life, he was very confused as to why there were so many princes and princesses in the fairy tales. Later I understood that the country there was just a principality, no more than a hundred miles away. In the ancient East, there was quite a county magistrate, the seventh-rank Zhima Official.

The Principality of Milazu is such a small country that survives in a secret realm. Nothing awesome. But what does it mean that Zhang Guifeng wants to mess with him? Although he is a time traveler, the author has never given him the air of a bastard. How come he suddenly sings a song and someone asks to be his little brother?

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p;"Ahem, Big Speaker, if you want to learn Japanese, you have to study it in school. Why do you follow me?" Yang Cheng felt that his head was a bit big, so he simply called him by his nickname.

"I'm not a trainer, I want you to be my boss and my follower, okay?"

The world of Fuli is a hierarchical society, and Pokémon trainers are very noble and enjoy various privileges. Although Baidai City has eight years of compulsory school education, it does not include trainer education. There is no formal course for trainers in the current eight-year compulsory education. Private schools and colleges are prospering, but high tuition fees have always been a stumbling block for ordinary people.

This situation is naturally formed when workers' labor is replaced by machines in order not to lose their jobs. Workers must learn to operate machines. When artificial intelligence replaces ordinary machines, workers must control artificial intelligence in order not to lose their jobs.

In the world of Fuli, Pokémon can replace various machines and complete various tasks. There is no doubt that you need to learn to control Pokémon so that you don't get eliminated. Fortunately, there are not too many Pokémon in this world to cover all industries. Ordinary people can find job opportunities.

The world is big and the rice bowl is the biggest. In a world with Pokémon, let alone intermediate Pokémon trainers, they are junior Pokémon guides. There is also a sense of superiority of honey juice, and it is divided into three, six, and nine grades.

Pokémon guides are divided into three levels. The first level is the Hongsheng guide. As long as you have a Pokémon, no certification is required. Even if you are still nursing, you are considered a Hongsheng guide.

The second level is the native guide, who is officially recognized. It's a bit of an advantage when recruiting. Zhang's mother is considered to be at this level, and the civilian students who were tested by Bai Dai are about to reach this level.

The third level is the birth guide, which is already the lowest level of the nobility, has a unique clothing mark, and can receive free medical treatment at the Pokémon Rehabilitation Center. Being a junior student guide does not actually involve combat ability, but means eating from the public family. He is a civil servant of the Union.

As for followers, they are followers, followers who are half-sold out. Among the nobles of the aristocratic family, he was considered a confidant, representing the agent of the young master and his daughter. Trainer level is not the primary criterion, nor is it chosen haphazardly.

After hearing what her son said, Zhang's mother didn't know how to refute it for a moment. The son is destined to be a commoner in this life, and being a follower may be the best choice. Of course, my son can also study mathematics, physics and chemistry, but college tuition is also very expensive.

Zhang Guifeng said: "Boss, you want to travel around the world and become the strongest trainer. Can I get some help? I will copy your homework for you."

Yang Cheng smiled: "Stay well, I will train the Pokémon and continue to catch Togepi."

"good"

So the two of them continued singing the song of all kinds of monsters in tandem, while Zhang's mother stood aside in a daze.

One day there was a battle between two Variety Monsters

You have become a strange monster and I have become a strange monster.

The battle turned into a mess with the Variety Monster

Ever-changing, ever-changing, ever-changing monsters

Ever-changing, ever-changing, ever-changing, ever-changing, ever-changing

In the pasture near my home

The strange creature who is always in a daze

Even if I become a Bobo, I still can’t fly high.

The ever-clumsy variety monster