An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 288 Mo Zhen's carelessness leads to Tang Long's loss; the love between Zi Yu and Tang Long remains unresolved (Seeking monthly votes)
Flying City, Pokémon Center.

The soft, soothing sound of bells echoed in the spacious, bright hall, where the air was filled with the refreshing scent of disinfectant mixed with tree fruit.

Inside a private ward marked "VIP Special Care," the scene was quite different from the tranquility and peace outside.

On a Snorlax-specific hospital bed that had clearly been specially reinforced and was capable of withstanding several tons of weight, a huge, orange-yellow behemoth lay quietly.

Its round belly bulged high like a ripe yellow peach, rising and falling slightly with its steady breathing. Several shallow claw marks and charred marks remained on the thick layer of fat, telling the story of a fierce battle that had not long ago.

Even in its sleep, its signature憨厚 expression carries a hint of...contentment?
On the edge of the bed, a girl with light purple bob haircut was sitting sideways.

She was wearing an exquisitely tailored Blueberry Academy uniform, and beneath the cuffs of her white lace-trimmed blouse, her slender, fair fingers were gently stroking her orange-yellow belly with an almost obsessive devotion.

At this moment, she completely disregarded the ward's cleanliness rules, her slender, fair fingers gently stroking the bouncy belly of the huge can of yellow peaches again and again, her movements filled with tenderness and affection.

Her amethyst-like eyes rippled with an almost overflowing infatuation and possessiveness. Her pink cheeks were slightly flushed, and a dreamy smile played on her lips, as if she were admiring a priceless work of art that had been lost and found again, or as if she were confirming that her own treasure was indeed safe and sound.

Boom!
The ward door was suddenly pushed open, slamming against the wall with a dull thud, breaking the silence of the room.

A figure stumbled in.

He was wearing a well-tailored bright red suit, but at this moment the outfit looked disheveled.

His tie was askew, his shirt collar was open, and his body was covered in an unidentified liquid. His once handsome face was filled with undisguised exhaustion, dark circles under his eyes, and even his breathing was rapid and labored, as if he had just experienced a marathon of extreme stress.

His gaze immediately locked onto the huge orange figure on the hospital bed, and he blurted out, his voice filled with obvious anxiety and hoarseness.

"Xiao Huolong! Are you alright?!"

The person who barged in was Mo Zhen, who had just assisted a grumpy older woman in completing a gene injection therapy and was almost completely drained of both body and mind.

However, before he could finish speaking, the sweet girl who was originally immersed in her own world suddenly became furious and angry, just like Hakimi whose sore spot had been touched!
"ah--!!!"

She let out a short, sharp cry of surprise, sprang up from the chair, and stepped in front of the hospital bed, spreading her arms wide and forcefully making a huge "X" shape in front of her chest. Her delicate face was covered with frost, and her amethyst eyes stared warily at the uninvited guest.

"Get out! Get out right now!"

Her voice carried an undeniable firmness, and even trembled slightly with excitement.

"This is my private ward, reserved for me. Unauthorized personnel are strictly prohibited from entering! Who gave you permission to barge in?! Nurse! Miss Joey!"

Mo Zhen was taken aback by the sudden hostility and quickly waved his hand to explain.

"Wait! Little girl, you've misunderstood! I'm its trainer!"

He pointed to Xiao Huolong on the hospital bed, trying to make his tone sound sincere.

"My name is Mo Zhen, and I am an artist. This is my pet, and I've come to pick it up from the hospital!"

"Trainer?"

Zi Yu narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, looking Mo Zhen up and down, her suspicion almost tangible.

She scoffed, crossed her arms, and denied it in a resolute tone.

"Nonsense! When we found it at the Sky Arrow Bridge, there was no one with it! This is clearly a precious, powerful wild elf that needs my care! Don't come up with such a lame excuse if you want to claim it!"

Mo Zhen and Xiao Mengzi exchanged a glance, realizing that things were not so simple...

He quickly rummaged in the pocket of his crumpled red suit, muttering rapidly.

"I have evidence! I have evidence! Look, this is video footage from the previous Food God Competition!"

He pulled out his Orange Apple phone and frantically pulled up a video—the video showed him riding Xiao Huolong down from the sky into the center of the venue, as well as footage of him feeding Xiao Huolong.

"See? Me and it, we're together!"

Zi Yu leaned closer and glanced at Rotom's phone screen, then curled her lip in disdain, raised her chin, and danced like a proud swan.

"Hmph! Who knows if your video was faked using AI face-swapping? Even if it wasn't faked, it only proves that you were in the same frame as it! It doesn't prove anything at all!"

As she spoke, she took out her high-end Rotom phone, her fingers flying across the screen to bring up an electronic document interface with the official watermark of the Pokémon League. She then shoved it almost in front of Mo Zhen's eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Look carefully! I have completed the discovery registration and Pokémon registration process for 'Powerful Unclaimed Pokémon in the Wild - tentatively named [Milk Dragon]' in the Pokémon League's database through legal channels! All the procedures are complete and it is protected by League law! Now, it is my legal Pokémon!"

She emphasized the words "legal elf" and wore a triumphant, smug smile.

"Wha...what?! Alliance registration?! Legal status?!"

This bolt from the blue struck Mo Zhen and Xiao Mengzi, who was equally bewildered, squarely on the head!
【Oh my god!!!】

Xiao Mengzi let out a shrill, distorted pig-like squeal, her pink body twisting wildly, and Dou Dou's eyes filled with unbelievable despair.

[Registration records?! Alliance certification?! Lord Mo Zhen! We...we've been robbed of our teeth!!!]

Mo Zhen's eyes, which always held a cynical smile, widened instantly, and her mouth opened slightly, as if she could fit an orange inside.

He has always adhered to the principle of prioritizing prestige, believing that with the unbreakable bond between himself and Xiao Huolong, there is no need for such a low-level thing as a Poké Ball to restrain him; that would be too degrading!

As for the alliance's registration records? In the eyes of a great artist like him who operates outside the rules, they are nothing more than a worthless piece of paper!
Why should he, Mo Zhen, report to the Alliance when he acts like this?!

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

He never imagined that his unconventional and sophisticated free-range parenting style would lead to such bitter consequences!

The panic and regret of losing Xiao Huolong's legitimate status as a trainer made Mo Zhen deeply understand what procedural justice means.

Xiao Mengzi's pink, fleshy body clung tightly to Mo Zhen's straight right leg, her trousers crisp and straight. Two exaggerated streams of tears welled up in her eyes, and she let out a pig-like wail.

[Ugh! Lord Mo Zhen, look! That woman is clinging to Xiao Huolong and won't let go. Her eyes are exactly the same as that old hag Na Zi's when she tried to lock you in the dark room! She's definitely going to capture our Xiao Huolong and make him a slave, exploiting his precious fat day and night! You must think of a way to stop her from succeeding!]

Mo Zhen's head was throbbing from the noise. He glanced down at Xiao Huolong—the 500-pound can of yellow peaches was being held tightly in Zi Yu's arms, the girl's slender arms nestled deep in its plump belly, a scene both comical and strangely heartwarming. He rubbed his throbbing temples, forced himself to maintain an artist's composure, stepped forward, and cleared his throat.

“Miss Ziyu, your friendship with Xiao Huolong is truly touching. However, it is ultimately my spirit. How about this… if you are willing to complete the transfer procedures, the price is yours to name.”

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Zhen almost burst out laughing.

He was really frantic. The woman in front of him was the only daughter of Boss Ju. Her family really owned mines, and they were the mining kings who owned half of the mines in the Unova region.

They could buy three Saint-Tiannu ships with just one of their mineral veins, and they actually want to solve the problem with money?

"What do you mean!"

Zi Yu suddenly raised her head, her light purple bob hair swaying violently with the movement. Two small flames instantly ignited in her amethyst eyes, and her fair cheeks flushed red.

"Mr. Mo Zhen! I thought you were a refined gentleman who understood art, but I never expected you to be so vulgar! The sincere feelings between me and Milk Dragon cannot be measured by dirty money! A shallow person like you who only knows how to solve problems with money is not worthy of being its trainer!"

Seeing that this tactic had failed, Mo Zhen took a deep breath, his mind flashing rapidly with images of Na Zi's thirsty appearance and Dan Yu's crazed state as she licked her lips. He immediately steeled his resolve.

"Since Miss Ziyu looks down on such vulgar things... how about we change the terms?"

He coughed softly, a suggestive smile playing at the corners of his eyes.

"Ahem, as long as you're willing to return Xiao Huolong to me, this and that... we can have some in-depth discussions..."

He gritted his teeth inwardly: This woman is clinging to Fatty Dragon so tightly, she just wants to learn from Sabrina and the others and use the elves to control the director.

Although they had just gone through a series of fierce battles and their ammunition reserves were long gone, some sacrifices were inevitable in order to save their brothers from the fire...

Ah, women...

"That lewd man is disgusting!!"

A powerful slap landed hard on Mo Zhen's face, shattering the ambiguous atmosphere he had carefully crafted.

Zi Yu was so angry that she trembled all over. She then slapped him again with her other hand, the crisp sound of the slap echoing in the ward.

"I was so wrong about you! This so-called art master is nothing but a filthy pervert at heart! I'm calling the police right now! I want Officer Jenny to see your disgusting face!"

Mo Zhen stood frozen, covering her burning cheek, a few strands of her carefully styled slicked-back hair falling across her forehead.

He has been a master of romance and entertainment for many years, always successful with his looks and smooth talk. When has he ever suffered such humiliation?
His pupils dilated, his mind buzzed, and he seemed to see himself on the front page of tomorrow's "United Gossip Daily"—[Shocking! Famous Artist Sexually Harassed Daughter of Mining Tycoon!]

[Pfft—Hahahaha!]

Upon seeing this, Xiaomengzi burst into laughter, and the pink fat pig rolled around wildly.

[Ouch! Lord Mo Zhen, you've finally met your match! Arceus has truly opened his eyes... Ouch! ...

Enraged, Mo Zhen grabbed the pink fat pig and unleashed a full set of military-style punches, instantly transforming it into a water-powered biological rocket...

Just then, steady, rhythmic footsteps approached from afar in the corridor outside the intensive care unit.

An elderly man dressed in a spotless white suit walked in with a calm and composed gait.

His snow-white hair was meticulously combed, as if every strand was steadfastly holding its place, and his deep-set eyes held a sharp light honed by the years. He was none other than Angers Cilan, the principal of Blueberry Academy.

Mo Zhen's [Artist's Eyes], enhanced by the power of Mewtwo, began to operate almost instinctively, and invisible perceptual ripples spread silently towards the suddenly appearing old man like tentacles.

Beneath the seemingly lean and wiry human body lay a monstrous dragon from the ancient wilderness. Just by standing there quietly, the invisible aura emanating from him seemed to dim the lights in the corridor.

Angers’ gaze instantly locked onto Mo Zhen, and he spoke in a deep, magnetic voice.

"You must be Master Mo Zhenzhenzhenzhen? I've long admired your name. I am Angers Xilan, a humble administrator at Blueberry Academy."

He turned slightly to the side and glanced at Zi Yudao in the ward.

"That's Zi Yu, a very promising student from our academy. Speaking of which, Master, your works, such as 'Battle Through the Spirits,' have an amazing grand world view, and your recent book, 'The Turtle Clan'..."

He paused, as if savoring the exquisite aftertaste, his eyes revealing genuine appreciation.

"It combines the awakening of the loser, the triumphant counterattack, and mythological metaphors in a brilliant way, demonstrating extraordinary artistic skill and making it one of the milestones of modern fantasy literature."

Mo Zhen immediately put on the humble smile characteristic of an artist and replied in a very familiar manner.

"Principal Angers, you flatter me. It is my honor to receive the appreciation of someone like you... well, a titan in the field of education."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone carrying a perfectly measured hint of helplessness and accusation, pointing at Ziyu.

“However, Headmaster, your ‘promising’ student has, in full view of everyone, forcibly ‘borrowed’ my important partner, namely the Pokémon named Xiao Huolong. It is currently seriously injured and needs my companionship and guidance as its trainer. What do you think…”

Upon hearing this, Angers' formulaic smile remained unchanged, though a hint of understanding flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He waved his hand, his movements elegant as if he were conducting a symphony, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable composure.

“Master Mo Zhen, please calm down. Zi Yu is just overly concerned about the Pokémon’s injuries, and perhaps her methods are a bit too hasty. I assure you, on behalf of the principal of Blueberry Academy, that I will handle this matter properly and persuade her to recognize the importance of the bond between Pokémon and their original trainers.”

His gaze swept over the heavy metal door of the intensive care unit, his voice lowered, carrying a reassuring quality.

"Furthermore, Mr. Xiao Huolong's current condition does indeed require absolute rest and top-notch medical care. Perhaps you could patiently wait for a while until his injuries stabilize before we discuss this further?"

Seeing that the unfathomable principal had spoken so eloquently and with such impeccable words, Mo Zhen knew that now was not the time to forcefully demand the person.

The hint of grievance on his face vanished instantly, and he put on his enigmatic artist's mask again, nodding slightly.

"Since the principal himself has vouched for me, I naturally trust him. I just hope... that day won't be too long."

(End of this chapter)