The next day.
Once the novelty of returning to school wore off.
Roy listened absentmindedly to the lesson Teacher Linna was giving on the podium.
Roy would still make a show of taking notes on things like type effectiveness, but when it came to knowledge about breeding, he just gave up.
Most of the breeding knowledge Teacher Linna taught was about methods for Rock-type Pokémon, because most of the students’ Pokémon in the class were Rock and Ground types.
The content was about whether one should use a kitchen knife or Drill Run to massage the bodies of Rock-type Pokémon; the answer was obvious—it was definitely Drill Run.
Afterwards, Teacher Linna described in detail how to use Drill Run to shave off the fragmented ore components on the bodies of Rock-type Pokémon to reduce wear and tear.
As for the Armor Ore or Obsidian Iron Ore mentioned in the breeding books…
it was enough to just look at them.
Many precious ores were not something that commoner students like them could get their hands on.
They could only take advantage of break times to search the mountains for common ores to replenish the minerals needed by their Pokémon.
Or go to Devon Corporation to buy some cheap ores.
As for other pokéblocks for Rock and Ground types, the prices were sometimes even more expensive than rare ores.
Seeing Roy sleeping on the desk, Teacher Linna chose not to wake him up.
After all, she had no experience raising Ghost-type Pokémon, and she didn’t necessarily know more about Ghost-type Pokémon than Roy did.
Anyway, Roy’s two Pokémon were about to reach level 30, and his battling style was so annoying that he shouldn’t have any problem obtaining the Junior Trainer qualification certificate.
In the blink of an eye, it was almost time for class to end.
Roy, who had slept all morning, opened his eyes the moment he heard Teacher Linna leave, his gaze instantly becoming clear.
As expected, even a beautiful person’s voice could turn into a lullaby when teaching a boring lesson.
He was already thinking about his plans for after school and dinner.
The bell for the end of class rang right on time.
Just as Roy wanted to leave his seat, he felt a slender arm block him.
Looking up, he realized it was yesterday’s loser.
“Roxanne?”
Roxanne, blushing, stuffed a letter into Roy’s arms, then covered her face and fled the classroom as if running for her life.
Huh?
What’s this!
Almost forgot, this is the reward for yesterday’s battle.
Hehe, Roxanne wrote me a love letter when she was little.
Permanent Trainer title +1.
“Do you think if I also defeated Big Sister, she might write a love letter to me too?”
Watching Roxanne’s fleeing figure, Little Fatty, one of Roxanne’s lackeys, muttered to The tall, thin boy beside him.
As their Big Sister, Roxanne was usually top-tier in both aura and strength; this was the first time he had ever seen her run out of the classroom blushing.
Little Fatty fell into a fantasy, imagining that he could also obtain Roy’s title.
“In your dreams!”
“First, your Roggenrola can’t beat Big Sister’s Onix.”
“Second, this kind of thing depends on your character model, you…”
The tall, thin boy stopped what he was about to say, glanced at the pimply, pubescent Little Fatty, and continued, “Forget it.”
“What do you mean!?
Don’t run!
Is my model not good enough?
Isn’t my face much more masculine than that pretty boy’s?”
The two of them staged a chase and scuffle in the classroom.
Just as Little Fatty was about to catch The tall, thin boy, Roy blocked his path, stopping the stunned Little Fatty.
“Come out with me for a moment.
I have something to discuss with you.”
A “friendly” smile appeared on Roy’s face.
“I was wrong, brother, I shouldn’t have called you a pretty boy!”
Little Fatty admitted his mistake at light speed; after all, a wise man submits to circumstances, and nothing was more important than his own life.
“It’s not about that.”
Roy shook his head; he didn’t care about that at all.
Not that?
Then could it be because of yesterday…
Little Fatty suddenly remembered that yesterday, in order to boost Roxanne’s momentum, he had specifically run to every class to spread the news that Roy, this Ghost-type Trainer, was going to be beaten up by Big Sister.
“Then it’s because I…
I really shouldn’t have shot my mouth off and went to other classes to spread the rumor that you were going to be completely crushed by Big Sister Roxanne.”
“Hmm, yes and no.”
Seeing Roy nod, Little Fatty realized the other party was obviously here for this matter.
Roy was indeed here for this matter, but he wasn’t angry about Little Fatty’s propaganda.
On the contrary, the fact that so many people came to watch the battle yesterday was partly thanks to Little Fatty’s promotion, which allowed him to gain so much popularity points.
It was clear that this was a talent for promotion, and he couldn’t let such a talent slip away.
After the triple blow of Roy’s strength, aura, and appetite yesterday.
Little Fatty had only eaten 10 large steamed buns for his diet dinner last night, and now he felt a bit lightheaded, otherwise he wouldn’t have let The tall, thin boy get away earlier.
“Then…
then what…
what is it?”
Looking at how many people were still in the classroom, Roy decided that this kind of thing should be discussed with Little Fatty alone.
“Let’s go outside and talk.”
After saying this, Roy put his arm around Little Fatty’s shoulder and left the classroom.
Little Fatty’s feet dug hard into the ground; it was clear he really didn’t want to go out alone with Roy.
But his 160-plus pound weight was simply “dragged” out by Roy.
With his back to Roy, Little Fatty was still mouthing words to the whole class; it looked like “Save me.”
This insane strength left everyone stunned.
Was Roy sure he wasn’t a Fighting-type Trainer?
Mainly because Roxanne wasn’t there, and no one dared to stop Roy.
The tall, thin boy, on the other hand, watched with schadenfreude as Little Fatty, with a dead-fish expression, was taken outside by Roy.
Roy took Little Fatty to the big tree outside the classroom and pushed him directly against the tree.
“Big brother, I was wrong!
Don’t use dark magic on me!
I shouldn’t have gone against you.
My uncle is the dean of the academy; if you want anything, tell him, just please don’t kill me!”
What dark magic?
Who wants to kill you?
“You’re not going to kill me?”
Roy shook his head; he had never said such a thing.
This was a society ruled by law under the League, how could one just kill people willy-nilly?
“If you’re not going to kill me, then why are you looking for me?”
“Didn’t I say I needed your help with something?”
“Looking for me to help?”
Little Fatty pointed at himself uncertainly.
“Yes, you!”
After hearing Roy’s plan, Little Fatty’s facial expressions changed.
“Big brother, are we…
are we sure we won’t get beaten up for doing this?”
“It’s not you who will get beaten up, what are you afraid of?”
Little Fatty’s eyes rolled, and it seemed that was indeed the case.
It seemed Roy really didn’t have any malice towards him.
After thinking about it, Little Fatty, who loved trouble, nodded heavily and decided to help Roy.
Mainly because the candle head that suddenly appeared on Roy’s shoulder was staring at him, as if Litwick would burn him to a crisp if he didn’t agree.
“That’s more like it!”
Seeing Little Fatty agree, Roy satisfiedly straightened the collar of Little Fatty’s XXXL academy uniform.
By the time Roxanne returned, Roy was no longer in the classroom.
She heard her Bestie beside her say that Roy seemed to have gone in the direction of the battle arena.
And he went with her lackey, Little Fatty.
Together?
Since when did they get so close?
“Then did he leave any message for you?”
“A message?
What message?”
Bestie looked at Roxanne in confusion.
“No…
nothing.”