Elf: I'm the only one who understands Pokémon

By the fourth round, there were finally no attacks from insect-type Pokémon, but...

“Senior Brother Mu Fan, it’s hard to hear such an outstanding singing voice coming from the mouth of some great god.”

Fang Zhu looked in pain. If he hadn't been holding the iron shell pupa tightly with both hands, he would have covered his ears now.

Mu Fan smiled helplessly: "Brother Xiaomai sings it, just get used to it."

On a section of road far away from residential areas, several huge speakers suddenly appeared on both sides.

The speakers played songs sung by Mai Tang, the sound was so loud that it seemed like the air was vibrating.

It would be fine if it was just like this, but the problem is...

Maitang's singing is so awful!

To describe it, you never know what key he will sing the next word in.

He can sing you countless combinations of tones for the same lyrics.

A naked mental attack.

"Personally tested it. If you listen too much, your resistance to super-type moves will increase."

Mu Fan smiled and explained to Fang Zhu.

Fang Zhu had no choice but to continue to endure this torture, while comforting himself that it was beneficial to improving his strength, feeling pain and happiness at the same time.

By the fifth lap, nothing special happened.

But by this time, Fang Zhu's physical strength could no longer hold on.

"Hu-hu-"

Fang Zhu gasped for air. He could no longer breathe through his nose and kept his mouth open.

The apprentices beside him who had already participated in many daily trainings were obviously tired at this moment.

Even Wu Ying, who was at the front of the queue, couldn't help but slow down his pace.

Mu Fan next to Fang Zhu was an exception in the team.

He still maintained a calm expression and ran leisurely, without looking tired at all.

Fang Zhu wanted to ask Mu Fan why you have such good physical strength, but he no longer had the energy to speak.

Many of the apprentice's Pokémon were also tired, and some simply fell directly on the trainer's shoulders.

This makes the trainer's already poor physical strength even worse.

Big Tongue continued running calmly, still full of energy.

Compared with the amount of training before, this distance and the dozen or so skills released are nothing.

Fang Zhu felt that his whole body had softened, and he was dragging himself down solely by his willpower.

My lungs were burning, and my breathing became short whenever I exhaled or inhaled.

Fang Zhu took out a bottle of water from the microcapsule and poured it directly onto his face.

Except for a small part that went into the mouth to replenish water for the body, the rest hit the face and fell to the ground.

"Come on! It's almost over!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Fang Zhu, who had been looking down at the ground, suddenly raised his head.

Mai Tang held a small electric fan in his left hand, and his hair was blown slightly.

In his right hand, he held a stick of ice cream and ate it in small bites.

At this moment, he was standing at the finish line, waving to the apprentices.

Even though he had no strength left, Fang Zhu still gritted his teeth and spat out each word one by one.

"Is it true that he won't be beaten like this?"

Mu Fan smiled helplessly.

"We tried that class and couldn't beat it."

Fang Zhu just silently gave them a thumbs up and continued running forward.

50 m.

30 m.

10 m.

The moment he crossed the line, Fang Zhu felt the urge to cry with joy.

Just like in my previous life in college, I finally completed the [-]-meter physical test dragging my body that had not exercised for a long time.

Maybe he suddenly relaxed, and his body was about to fall to the side in an instant.

Big Tongue was about to take action, but Mu Fan got closer.

He supported Fang Zhu's body with his shoulders.

"You can't lie down directly. It's not good for your health. Let's walk for a while first."

Fang Zhu was silent and walked slowly with Mu Fan, as did the other apprentices around him.

Doron Mecia was exhausted and had already entered the Poké Ball to rest.

The iron-shell pupa, which was slightly larger than its normal counterpart and weighed [-] kilograms, did not want to increase Fang Zhu's burden anymore and took the initiative to return to the elf ball.

When his breathing finally calmed down, a bottle of drink appeared in Fang Zhu's sight.

"Here, my homemade honey water is quite effective in replenishing your physical strength."

"Thanks."

Fang Zhu took Mu Fan's honey water and drank it in small sips.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but I do feel that my physical strength has recovered a bit.

But it still couldn't change the current situation of Fang Zhu's weak legs.

Big Tongue knew Fang Zhu well, and silently came behind Fang Zhu at this moment.

Fang Zhu felt a sudden lightness in his body, and then he was picked up from the waist.

Big Tongue held Fang Zhu in his arms like a princess.

Fang Zhu simply closed his eyes, partly because he was shy, and partly because he didn't have the strength to move anymore.

"Thank you for your hard work. Next, let's go back to the second floor to massage our legs together, and then go to the cafeteria to eat."

"At 02:30 in the afternoon, we will gather on the third floor of the gym to start the afternoon training."

Maitang announced loudly, and then took out the Poké Ball.

The strong mantis with giant pincers appeared in front of everyone and directly picked up Maitang.

It wanted to take Maitang and leave directly, but suddenly saw the figure of Big Tongue.

Pincer Mantis nodded towards Tongue, which remembered this Pokémon.

Despite the huge difference in levels, he showed a strength that shocked even him.

Big Tongue nodded politely in return.

"Whoosh."

Only the sound of the wind was heard, and within a few seconds, the Giant Pincer Mantis and Maitang disappeared in front of the disciples.

From 08:30 to [-] o'clock in the morning, this daily training finally came to an end.

"You were able to persevere until the end. It's quite impressive, Fang Zhu."

On the way back, Mu Fan looked at Fang Zhu with a smile.

"When many apprentices ran for the first time before, they couldn't hold on and gave up around the third lap."

"what?"

Fang Zhu opened his mouth wide.

"Can...can you give up?"

"Yes."

Mu Fan gave an affirmative answer.

"Exercising beyond your limits will damage your body."

"But from the way you looked just now, your foundation is not bad, it's just that it hasn't been developed yet."

Fang Zhu was hugged by Big Tongue and fell into silence.

Thinking back carefully, even Fang Zhu himself was surprised that he could endure such high-intensity exercise until the end.

Of course, there is a reason why the air in the Pokémon world contains energy.

But I am not Wu Bai who often fights Pokémon, so his improvement should not be that fast.

If you really want to find a reason...

Probably the dishes you cooked yourself?

After all, when I was in the sub-space, my [Culinary Expert] skill was triggered many times.

Almost one-third of the dishes that triggered the effect had the term "increase physical fitness".

He, Big Tongue and the others have been eating the same food.

As if to confirm Fang Zhu's conjecture, the voice of the cultivation assistance system also sounded in his mind for a long time.

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for discovering the hidden effect of the special dish: slightly improving the trainer’s physical fitness]

[Warm reminder: When the host's physical fitness reaches a certain level, the next special ability will be automatically unlocked]

This reminder brought Fang Zhu back to the day he just arrived in subspace 213.

That day, the emergence of the cultivation assistance system was accompanied by these two prompts.

"There are too many abilities that the host body cannot bear, and some of them will be temporarily blocked."

"Currently, only two abilities are open. As the host's physical fitness and elf abilities improve, the remaining abilities will be gradually unlocked."