The Bottom Trainer In The Pokémon World

Chapter 3 The Real World

the next day.

The bright sunlight awakened the sleeping Xia Yan.

When he woke up, his spirit was obviously much better, and he didn't feel any discomfort in his body. The rain did not make him sick yesterday, which was a good start.

"Woooo."

At his feet, Weedle, who woke up one step earlier, dragged a bunch of branches from somewhere, and the green leaves that were washed by the rain gave off a fragrance.

Weedle arched Xia Yan's trousers, indicating that he was welcome.

At the foot, there are a few pieces of leaf debris left after being eaten.

Xia Yan smiled.

"Thank you." Picked up the branch, tore off a few pieces, and stuffed it into his mouth in Weedle's small eyes.

chew.

The bitter fragrance spread in his mouth, stimulating his taste buds and also stimulating his empty stomach.

Weedle narrowed his eyes with a smile, raised his head high, and waited for Xia Yan's praise.

And Xia Yan didn't let it down. After swallowing it with difficulty, he touched Weedle's back with a smile.

"Thanks, Weedle, it's delicious."

"Woohoo." Weedle nodded happily.

Yesterday, Xia Yan distributed food to Weedle. In return, Weedle went to find food early.

These Leafages I have eaten are fresh and delicious.

So it deliberately left some.

Good things to share.

Although, these Leafages may not taste beautiful in Xia Yan's mouth.

But in any case, this is a good start, indicating that Weedle has accepted Xia Yan's existence and shared the food that is precious to him.

And Xia Yan also warmly didn't debunk this, and didn't tell Weedle that the food of humans and Pokémon is different.

In his opinion, getting along with a pure Pokémon is much better than getting along with those people in the office of the previous life who can only intrigue.

"A new day, a new beginning, Weedle, we have to work hard." Xia Yan stood up and patted the dust and grass clippings on his body.

"Woooo!" Weedle nodded his head in agreement.

Put it on your shoulders.

Get out of the broken house and walk towards the center of Saffron City.

The sun is just right.

But Xia Yan's mood was not as good as in the morning.

"Sorry, sir, after review, you do not meet the minimum standards of Alliance Trainer. Please contribute more to Alliance and become a registered Trainer as soon as possible."

In the Alliance Trainer building, Xia Yan, dressed in weird clothes, was not the first time to be rejected by the staff with a formulaic smile.

After confirming his identity and carefully observing his clothes and appearance, the staff's answer was only this sentence.

Does not meet the standard, and contributes to the Alliance a lot.

The standard is more blunt than the young lady on the undialled phone.

"How can it be considered to meet the standard?" Xia Yan was still a little unwilling.

But the people in line behind him couldn't bear it.

"It's almost there, dressed like a beggar, and wanted to apply to become an Alliance registered trainer with a bad street Weedle, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Xia Yan turned his head, and behind him was a social "elite" in a black suit with dog-like hair, looking at him with contempt, and a thirteen- or four-year-old boy playing with Poké Ball in his hand. .

Looking at Xia Yan's icy eyes, the disdain on the man's face was even greater.

"Look at what?"

Xia Yan stood up expressionlessly and gave up his seat.

The man pouted, patted the chair in disgust, took out a handkerchief, put it on the chair, and then pulled his child to sit down.

"Hello Miss, my child has applied to become a Trainer, here are his two Pokémons, Mankey and Machop, this is my bank statement for the past five years, this is my donation certificate in his name, and the most important one, full of A decade of Pokémon reserves, and a few less important ones"

The man took out a large pile of well-prepared documents from his briefcase.

On the faces of the staff, some unformulated expression fluctuations finally appeared.

"Please wait."

Xia Yan's expression didn't change after stopping to watch for a while, but Weedle on his shoulders felt the anger suppressed in his heart and the sneer at the Alliance system.

Weedle rubbed his neck lightly.

Xia Yan exhaled and said lightly, "I'm fine."

Turn away.

Behind him, I can still hear faintly, "Stinky boy, you will be a trainer in the future. I will send you to the Pokémon school tomorrow, study hard, or you will become the same person just now when you grow up."

Exit the Trainer building.

The warm sun shines on his body, but it cannot penetrate his cold heart.

Two Pokémons are the foundation, bank flow is proof of financial strength, donations are contributions to the Alliance, and the ten-year Pokémon reserve is the right of Earl Dervish Pokémon to receive.

A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"It's another world of 'Fighting Dad'."

"Wow?"

Weedle tilted his head, his small eyes were puzzled, not knowing what Xia Yan meant.

"It's okay, although I didn't have any hope at the beginning, I was still slapped hard by reality."

Take a step.

Alliance's system is more realistic than he imagined.

His trip to the Trainer Building this time was originally just with the mentality of trying it out.

After all, if he can obtain an Alliance-certified registered trainer status, it will make him a lot easier on the road of trainer.

At the very least, the Pokémon Center is free to use, and there are free lodgings.

It can only be said that the final result was not unexpected.

Go to a grocery store.

For twenty dollars, I bought some food.

Most of them are food that is convenient for storage and can fill the stomach, and most of them are bread.

Although it is unpalatable, it should be no problem to stick to it for two or three days.

And what he has to do is to find a profitable job in two or three days.

In order not to waste time, Xia Yan endured the distress and spent 2 yuan to take the bus and returned to his remote and dilapidated residence in the suburbs.

Seeing that there were only a few steel shovels left in his pocket, a total of eleven yuan, he began to think about whether he wanted to find several opportunities and reasons to "borrow" a little from the men with scars again.

"Forget it, don't waste time."

Now time is not only very important to him, but even more important to Weedle, who has a very short developmental period.

Go straight to a small forest behind the house.

For the personal safety of the residents of Saffron City, the gym in Saffron City cooperates with several Grand Dukes of Saffron City to clean the surrounding forest at regular intervals.

So it is relatively safe in the woods.

Come to the woods.

Put Weedle on the ground.

Stepping on the soft Vermilion pile, each step will make a "rustle" sound, which makes Weedle feel very novel, and he keeps twisting and looking happy.

Looking at Weedle who was trying to see if his mouth could bite his tail, the smile on Xia Yan's face gradually subsided and he took on a serious look.

"Weedle, I will train you for three days. It's about whether we can find a suitable job after three days."

Hearing his voice turn serious, Weedle stopped and looked up at him.

Looking a little confused.

Xia Yan squatted down and said solemnly: "It will be very tired and hard during the period, and you may give up at any time, but I will accompany you to train together, so you must be serious, okay?"

Weedle nodded subconsciously.

"Very good, so now, do you see that tree? Let's do the reentry training, the basic goal, twenty back and forth!"

(End of this chapter)