Pokémon: Hard work pays off, moves can be upgraded infinitely.

The next day.

After breakfast, Mu Yun took out the white high school uniform with black stripes from the wardrobe.

Today is the first day of school for senior high school students. As high school students, school uniforms are naturally indispensable.

With its simple color scheme and well-fitting size, even though Mu Yun is only wearing a school uniform, he still exudes a dashing and refreshing aura.

After changing into his school uniform and carrying his bag, Mu Yun put Xiao Du and Bo Feng into a deluxe ball, and then stuffed them into the Poké Ball pouch at his waist.

Good morning, Xiaoyun!

As soon as Mu Yun stepped outside, he saw Wang Dan carrying a bag of trash, preparing to leave for work.

She was still wearing that black and white work uniform, along with the black braid draped in front of her, which showed her competence and efficiency while also being gentle and graceful.

"Good morning, Aunt Wang!"

After saying hello, Mu Yun took the trash from Wang Dan, quickly went downstairs, grabbed an electric shared bicycle, and rode towards the school.

Because it was the first day of school, there were many boys and girls in school uniforms on the streets this morning, adding a lot of youthful energy to the ordinary streets.

Mu Yun quickly parked the shared bicycle and then went to the bulletin board in front of the playground to find his new class.

Because raising Pokémon is very expensive, even though many students receive Pokémon, actually not many people enroll in the Pokémon class.

Mu Yun glanced around and saw that there were only three classes in total, with less than a hundred students.

It should be noted that there are more than a thousand senior students at Songjiang No.1 High School, but the application rate is less than one-tenth.

"Sure enough, even in a different world, you still can't get anywhere without money."

After a brief moment of reflection, Mu Yun headed towards the teaching building.

He was assigned to the Senior Three Elf (1) class, but he estimated that he wouldn't stay in this new class for long.

According to the document Song Fu posted in the group, the school will hold a competition assessment after the start of the semester. The top twenty people in the assessment will be assigned to a new class and receive special training.

It is said that this idea has been proposed by the new principal since he took office, but it has not been approved before. Mu Yun and his group are among the first to try it.

In response, Mu Yun could only hope that the new principal was someone who genuinely wanted to get things done.

Soon, Mu Yun entered the classroom.

"Brother Yun, over here!"

As soon as Mu Yun entered the classroom, he heard someone calling him. It was none other than his good friend Liu Jianhao.

Next to Liu Jianhao sat a boy with thick hair, bangs that almost covered his eyes, and large black-rimmed glasses.

Mu Yun also knew this person; he was Zhao Hailong, the class monitor of the class next door (2) and the youngest son of the vice principal.

According to Liu Jianhao, his father and Zhao Hailong's father came from the same team and had a very good relationship. They had known each other since they were young.

"Hailong, where did you go for summer vacation? I couldn't contact you at all during the whole holiday." Mu Yun lightly punched Zhao Hailong's shoulder and asked with a smile.

"Don't mention it, Brother Yun."

Upon hearing Mu Yun's question, Zhao Hailong immediately gave a bitter smile: "It's all because of my older brother. I finally got a leave of absence from the army and came home, but instead of resting properly, he insisted on taking me to the mountains, saying it was to experience some kind of wilderness life and increase my field combat experience. It was torture for me!"

"Wilderness life?"

Mu Yun raised an eyebrow.

You should know that the wilderness of this world is not like the previous one. The places where all kinds of wild elves roam are quite dangerous.

Wild species like the Arbok, Beedrill swarms, and Finch flocks are all true hunters who have seen blood.

Its fighting style is completely different from that of domesticated Pokémon.

"No wonder you got so tanned over the summer vacation, you must have been living like a wild man in the mountains," Liu Jianhao remarked from the side.

He couldn't contact Zhao Hailong for a whole summer vacation, and he even wondered if Zhao Hailong had been buried somewhere.

Time passed quickly as the three chatted. Around eight o'clock, a middle-aged man with a serious face walked in.

It was the homeroom teacher of Class 1, Senior 3 Elf.

Compared to Song Fu's easygoing nature, this new homeroom teacher looks very serious and doesn't seem easy to get along with.

Almost the instant he entered the room, the noisy classroom fell silent.

"My name is Ma Jun. I will be your homeroom teacher for the next year, as well as your combat class teacher." Ma Jun's voice was just like his appearance, serious and deep.

"In a little while, all the boys will go to the logistics building to pick up the textbooks needed for class. After the textbooks are distributed, around nine o'clock, all the students who have signed up for the battle assessment will go to the school gymnasium to gather. The other students will watch from the stands."

After saying that, Ma Jun waved his hand, signaling the boy to go out and move the books.

Although it's an elf class, it won't lower your college entrance exam score. After all, an illiterate person with great power is an unstable entity.

"We're already in our final year of high school, and we still have to learn new material? That's ridiculous!" Liu Jianhao complained softly.

Soon, the group brought stacks of books back to the classroom and distributed them.

There aren't many, just four books.

These are "Pokémon Battle Science", "Pokémon Breeding and Training", "Pokémon Psychology", and "The History of Pokémon Development".

Before the senior year of high school, although the academic courses covered some knowledge about elves, they mostly only taught the most basic things.

Only by enrolling in the Elf Class in the senior year of high school can students receive detailed instruction and professional knowledge related to elves.

In addition to the four subjects, the Elf Class also has outdoor training classes, which make up the majority of their time.

Mu Yun glanced at the timetable; the training sessions were basically used as commas, perfectly interspersed among the various theoretical courses.

I wonder if the arrangement will be the same when we move to the smaller classes.

After the textbooks were distributed, Ma Jun didn't say anything more. He just sat behind the podium, looking at a book without a cover in his hand with a serious expression.

Silence echoed in the classroom until 8:30, when Ma Jun slowly spoke, telling everyone to gather at the school gymnasium.

"Didn't they say we could go on our own? Why do we have to queue?"

On the way, Liu Jianhao muttered a complaint under his breath once again.

This is like saying "whatever" but actually not being casual at all; it's just a way to fool people.

Soon, all the students of Senior Three Elf (1) class, led by Ma Jun, walked into the school gymnasium in an orderly manner.

As soon as he approached, Mu Yun noticed that there were already quite a few students in the school gymnasium.

Some sat in the audience, some sitting idly in a daze, and some chatting quietly in small groups.

There were also some people queuing in the center, seemingly receiving something.

"Students participating in the competition, please line up over there to get your number tags. The rest of you, please take your seats in the stands. No one may leave the stadium without permission!" Ma Jun's stern voice rang out again.

After saying that, he walked to the first row of the audience seats without looking back, sat down casually, took out the book without a cover, and continued reading.

"Finally free! Luckily, we're in the small class. If I had to study with this old fogey for a year, I'd probably go crazy!" Liu Jianhao patted his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"You can't stand this? You haven't gone on a wilderness survival trip with my brother. That's real torture. We go there and don't utter a sound!" Zhao Hailong glanced at Liu Jianhao with disdain, indicating that this was nothing.

"Alright, stop arguing, let's go get our number plates first." Seeing that the two "childhood sweethearts" were about to have a heated argument, Mu Yun immediately interrupted and stopped them.

Soon, the three of them reached the end of the line.

Because there weren't many people, it only took a few minutes for the three of them to get a turn.

After showing their student IDs, all three received number tags.

Mu Yun is 39, Liu Jianhao is 40, and Zhao Hailong is 41.

"It seems like not many people have signed up."

Holding the round number plate with white background and red lettering, Mu Yun sighed.

Although nearly ninety people chose the Pokémon class, it is estimated that only a little over half actually participated in the battle assessment.

Most people chose to watch from the stands.

"That's normal. Songjiang City is a small place after all. Many people choose the Pokémon class not to become professional trainers. Besides, the Pokémon provided by the school are mostly ordinary. They'll just get beaten up anyway, so it's completely unnecessary," Zhao Hailong said.

"What do you mean? Yun and I were both given Pokémon by the school, so why can't we be?" Liu Jianhao retorted.

"Brother Yun is indeed right, but as for you, well, hehe~~" Zhao Hailong said that he didn't want to argue with an idiot.

My dad is the one who's been helping your dad with behind-the-scenes maneuvers, and you're the only one who doesn't know that.

"Alright, alright, you two can't even keep quiet after a whole holiday apart. If you have any complaints, I suggest we settle them with a Pokémon battle, how about that?" Mu Yun rubbed his temples and said helplessly.

"What's wrong with that? Beating him up is easy!" Liu Jianhao said confidently.

"What's the point of just fighting? Let's add a prize. The loser has to wash the winner's socks for a month, and Brother Yun will be the witness. Do you dare?" Zhao Hailong said with a wicked grin.

The painful experience of washing my older brother's socks in the mountains is finally something others can experience too!

Hehehe~~~