I haven't decided on a name for my Pokémon trainer yet.

Similar to his previous life, the most popular platforms in this world are the same few, and Ye Feng doesn't recognize any of the famous bloggers on them. They must be from this world.

"Are the videos of elves really that popular?"

Ye Feng muttered to himself, "Unsurprisingly, the most viewed content on the website is all sorts of Pokémon videos—battle videos, movies, dance videos…"

"Or should I stop being a content creator for a while? As a transmigrator, isn't plagiarism an essential skill? I had so many tactical team compositions in my past life; if I just copied one, the view count would be a piece of cake. Besides, it seems that the characteristics of Pokémon in this world haven't been fully developed yet. Hidden characteristics might not have been discovered by anyone. So, if I publish a few papers on characteristics, reaching the pinnacle of life would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?"

The more Ye Feng thought about it, the more feasible this path seemed, and he couldn't help but start daydreaming.

However... Ye Feng slumped into his chair, looking utterly defeated.

"I'm sorry, I've embarrassed all you time-traveling masters."

I used to read novels without much feeling. I saw the protagonists in them could easily create a masterpiece, and I thought I could do it too. But when it came to my own turn, I realized that people are really different.

There are some things you know are true, but you don't know why they are true.

Although Ye Feng had a lot of knowledge about the characteristics of Pokémon, the problem was that he only knew about them superficially. If he were to actually write a paper on them, he... could only apologize.

Just like you know how to make ramen, and can even explain the process clearly, but when you actually try to make it yourself, the result might not be the same, not to mention writing a paper and publishing it, which requires a high level of expertise.

Ultimately, compared to those data experts and research enthusiasts, Ye Feng is at best just a lousy gamer.

If you ask him to name a few Pokémon's characteristics and movesets, he is very familiar with them.

However, it's not that he can't write a proper paper; after all, he's a top student, but it would be a challenge for him to do so in a short time. He still feels a bit unreal and can't concentrate on writing a paper at all.

After researching all night, Ye Feng still didn't understand why he had transmigrated. But since he was already in this world and there was no way to go back, he could only force himself to accept it.

Ye Feng looked out the window and realized that it was already dark. He checked the time and saw that it was almost nine o'clock.

I stared at the computer for a while longer, but finally couldn't resist the waves of sleepiness and had to climb into bed to sleep.

What should we do next?

Chapter 3: An Expected Surprise (Full Marks)

The next day

Ye Feng got up very early.

I was having all sorts of wild thoughts last night, which made it very late to fall asleep. I was woken up early this morning by all sorts of strange noises from outside.

After a night of reflection, Ye Feng had figured things out. Since he had no other choice, he might as well make the best of it. Since he was in this world, he should live a good life. He couldn't just go looking for death. Besides, he had the chance to become a real trainer, which was a good thing. As for becoming a content creator or writing papers, he already had some ideas and could give it a try. If he succeeded, that would be great, but even if he failed, he wouldn't lose anything.

After lying in bed for a while, Ye Feng checked the time and headed towards school.

Upon arriving at the school and seeing the students scattered around, Ye Feng yawned.

"Good morning, Feng!" Gu Siming ran up from behind and patted Ye Feng on the shoulder.

"Oh, good morning, Fatty," Ye Feng greeted him.

"What's wrong? You didn't sleep well last night? Did you watch some porn? Sigh, young people need to know how to be moderate!" Gu Siming sighed and lectured in a profound and mysterious way, but the expression on his face looked lewd no matter how you looked at it.

"Tch, you think I'm like you? I bet your computer is about to burst with all those masterpieces by that teacher." Ye Feng rolled his eyes.

Gu Siming chuckled and said, "I found a new book yesterday. How about it, are you interested?"

"Let's not discuss these things in public," Ye Feng said dismissively, then hooked his arm around Gu Siming's neck. "Let's appreciate them properly in private."

"Hehe, I understand, I understand!" Gu Siming's smile became even more lewd.

"What are you two talking about? Gu Siming, your expression is disgusting. Ye Feng, why did you run so fast yesterday? Why didn't you wait for me to leave together?" At this moment, a melodious voice, like the sound of silver bells, rang out behind Ye Feng.

Ye Feng turned around and saw that it was Ning Xian, the class's academic representative.

This little girl and I grew up together and have a very good relationship. Our parents often tease us like a young couple, and we always walk home together after school.

I was still a bit dizzy yesterday and forgot about her. It seems that Ning Xian in this world is also my childhood sweetheart?

Ning Xian was petite, with a disgusted expression on her round, fair face. She wore a clean school uniform, and her long black hair was simply tied into a single ponytail that swayed behind her as she walked, exuding a youthful and adorable aura.

"Oh, Xiaoxian, good morning!" Ye Feng raised his hand in greeting.

Ning Xian glared at him and said, "Call me by my name at school!"

"Okay, Xiaoxian, I got it!" Ye Feng chuckled.

"Hmph, I'm ignoring you!" Ning Xian snorted, feeling her ears burning. She flicked her tail behind her head and ran towards the classroom.

Ye Feng watched the petite, lively figure run away, along with her ponytail swinging back and forth.

"Isn't it cute?" a voice rang out.

"Yeah, cute." Ye Feng answered subconsciously, then suddenly realized what he was doing, turned around and saw Gu Siming looking at him with a mischievous grin.

"Ahem, let's hurry up, we're going to be late." Ye Feng chuckled and quickened his pace toward the classroom.

When she arrived at the classroom, there were already many people there. Ning Xian was walking between the seats, as if she was collecting something.

"Ye Feng, your homework."

As soon as Ye Feng sat down, Ning Xian came over and stretched out her small hand.

"Huh? What homework?" Ye Feng looked confused.

"Huh? You didn't do it?" Ning Xian's eyes widened.

"Uh, it seems like I didn't do it." Ye Feng scratched his cheek. There was homework? He had absolutely no recollection of it.

I was in a daze all day yesterday, still in shock after transmigrating. I didn't pay attention in class at all, let alone do any homework.

"You!" Ning Xian was a little angry. She checked the time, ran back to her seat, flipped through the stack of notebooks, picked one up and handed it to Ye Feng. "Hurry up, there's still time."

"What are you doing?" Ye Feng was a little confused.

"Hurry up and copy it! What are you daydreaming about!" Ning Xian urged, spreading the notebook out in front of Ye Feng. "Luckily, there wasn't much homework yesterday. You can finish copying it before the teacher comes. I'll hand it in later."

"Oh!~~~" Suddenly, a series of cheers erupted in the classroom.

Ye Feng looked over and saw that all the other classmates were looking this way, laughing and joking, with smiles on their faces as they watched a good show.

"What are you looking at? What are you ohing about!" Ning Xian turned around and put her hands on her hips. "Sit down and read your books. What if you attract the teacher's attention with all this noise?"

"Class monitor, I didn't do my homework yesterday either, can I catch up?" a male voice called out.

"Me too, I didn't do it either!" another boy chimed in.

"What are you rushing for? I just took your homework! Stop making a fuss, everyone sit down!" Ning Xian's face turned bright red.

"Alright, I think you shouldn't be too happy yet. Are you mentally prepared for yesterday's exam results?" Seeing that Ning Xian was losing her composure, a handsome boy wearing glasses stood up.

"Ah! Class monitor, why bring up such a sad thing at this time!" The students wailed, slumping helplessly onto their desks.

However, after Zhang Qiang's interruption, everyone lost their mood for causing trouble and sat down with serious expressions.

Ning Xian looked at Zhang Qiang gratefully and mouthed "thank you".

Zhang Qiang nodded, glanced at Ye Feng, a barely perceptible hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, and then sat down.

"Still spacing out?" Ning Xian turned around and saw Ye Feng still standing there, and immediately got angry and hit Ye Feng hard.

"Ah, oh!" Ye Feng finally realized what was happening. Without delay, he quickly took out his notebook and started copying.

After rushing around, Ye Feng finally finished copying the homework and returned the two notebooks to Ning Xian.

"Thanks, Xiaoxian, I'll treat you to ice cream after school," Ye Feng whispered.

Ning Xian rolled her eyes at Ye Feng: "Call me by my name at school."

"Okay, Xiaoxian, I got it, Xiaoxian." Ye Feng chuckled, dodged Ning Xian's ponytail that she was swinging, and returned to his seat.

The school bell rang.

Liu Ye walked into the classroom carrying a stack of test papers. The noisy classroom immediately quieted down, and everyone stared nervously at the test papers in Liu Ye's hands, except for a few top students and Ye Feng.

"Most students performed well in yesterday's exam and got the marks they deserved. However, a few students did not do so well. I reminded them, and they even got the easy questions wrong. Get your notebooks ready to copy the questions."

Liu Ye glanced around the classroom and said casually.

"We're now distributing the test papers. Those whose names are called, come up and get them."

"XXX, 50 points."

The first person whose name was called walked dejectedly to the podium, took the test paper, and returned to his seat with his head down. Oh no, this time even one notebook might not be enough.

"···"

"···"

As the test papers were handed out one by one, some people were overjoyed, some were in great pain, and some had indifferent expressions.

"Zhang Qiang, 98 points."

"Wow!"

As soon as the class monitor's score was announced, a chorus of exclamations erupted in the classroom. The previous person's score was only 90, but Zhang Qiang had jumped straight to 98.

Zhang Qiang walked calmly to the podium and took the test paper.

"You performed quite consistently this time, but," Liu Ye praised you, then his tone changed, "you actually got a question that was a free point wrong. As the class monitor, you need to set a good example. Copy it 30 times yourself."

Zhang Qiang's lips twitched, and his previously calm expression almost crumbled. He nodded helplessly.

Ye Feng almost burst out laughing when he saw Zhang Qiang's expression.