Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"Before he was hospitalized, Grandpa Quan told me not to visit him, but he has been sending me messages from time to time over the past two weeks."

“But yesterday I couldn’t resist going to the hospital in Golden City, but I couldn’t find him in the inpatient department.”

Did you change hospitals for him?

Quanshu didn't expect Lanxing to bring this up suddenly.

My grandfather's coffin, covered with a black cloth, was placed in the southwest corner of his room.

To give each other privacy, the two never entered each other's rooms.

Quanshu scratched his head, wondering whether it was too early or too late to be honest now.

My grandfather was really something, still using that pre-recorded message trick.

“My grandfather passed away three weeks ago, and I rushed back to handle his funeral.”

"The funeral will be held roughly three weeks later, and the burial site will be chosen in the Flourishing Cemetery on the edge of town."

Quanshu decided to confess.

Trust is always the most important foundation for interpersonal relationships.

After two weeks of getting to know each other, it's hard to say what their relationship is like, but they have developed a basic level of trust in each other.

The news of my grandfather's death couldn't be kept secret for long, and there was no need to ruin this hard-won trust.

"That's it..."

The night Izumi arrived in such a hurry, she had a vague sense of foreboding.

When her grandson, who had been wandering far away, suddenly returned, Lanxing had a premonition, thinking of Grandpa Quan's deteriorating condition, but she didn't want to think about it too much.

"It seems that Master Quan doesn't want me to know that he has left."

Lan Xing looked at the voice messages from the past two weeks in the chat history and forced a smile: "Anyway, thank you for telling me the truth."

"I'm a little tired today, please make arrangements for the little foxes."

After saying that, she went upstairs alone.

...

As the night fog dissipated, the moon, shrouded in wisps of clouds, resembled a piece of jade washed clean by autumn waters, its gentle, clear light shimmering as it hung quietly against the dark blue sky.

By the window in the attic, Lanxing was curled up on the low bed, clutching her blanket.

Sadness and memories collided in my heart, weaving together into tears that rolled down my cheeks.

She felt as if she had returned to her childhood, when she hid under the table and sobbed softly.

Not long ago, there was a rustling sound on the lawn outside the window, as if celebrating the arrival of a new member.

Lanxing didn't care much; her heart was immersed in intense grief.

At that moment, a light even brighter than moonlight rose slowly outside the window.

She subconsciously looked up, and through her teary eyes, more and more colors shone in the night sky.

Golden-white high-speed stars, crimson jet flames, azure water cannons, emerald green flying leaf blades, and deep blue freezing rays...

Multicolored beams of light rose and fell, like a fountain rising and falling in a pool to the rhythm of music.

Chapter Thirty: The Strange Tree's Game Partner

"Warmest celebration for the new member."

While directing the Pokémon to spray colorful beams of light into the night sky, Izumi Tree distributed snacks.

The cunning little foxes stood nervously by the lawn.

"Zina!"

The walking grass, whose head had been stepped on, put its arm around one of the cunning little foxes and pulled it into the dazzling night.

"call out?"

The cunning little fox looked at the walking grass, who repaid evil with kindness, with gratitude. The latter patted its shoulder in a wise and old-fashioned manner.

This implies that we're all family from now on, so there's no need to worry.

Unexpectedly, they were accepted so easily, and the cunning foxes no longer hesitated and joined the welcome party.

As their leader, the fox thief sat quietly in front of the house, watching the revelry with a smile in his eyes.

The cunning foxes live together in the city, and social interaction is lacking in some ways.

"In my hometown, there's a custom of setting off firecrackers and having a feast after someone leaves."

Quanshu muttered to himself, "The conditions didn't allow it when I came back, but I'm making up for it now."

He opened a box of snacks from the pantry, unsure if the headmistress would be angry tomorrow.

The results of Ache's checkup at the Pokémon Center with his two Pokémon are in.

Little Fox had a fever, but the fever subsided by evening after treatment at the Pokémon Center, and he is expected to be discharged tomorrow.

The mini ice cream was caused by malnutrition and heatstroke. The center recommends adjusting the diet and living environment.

After sending a thank-you message to A-Che, he began to check the bug fix assignment that Calm Calculation had submitted.

As always, they're perfect. If Calm Calculation can maintain this level of performance, Izumi is considering having them take charge of the Travel Farm's version updates, or even participate in the development of new games.

After dealing with Qishu's daily harassment, the Polygon Beast Type 2 emerged from the mobile network.

"Polygon, did you have a good sleep?"

Calm calculations took over the original work of the multi-sided beast, giving the latter a rare vacation.

The red and blue body of the Porygon floated low in the air, its black and white pupils filled with intelligence, seemingly lost in thought.

"..."

Izumi stroked his chin; his three Pokémon were truly unique.

Leaving aside Eevee the party animal, Porygon, as an artificial Pokémon, is quite different from other Pokémon.

It is a technological creation equipped with highly intelligent AI and possesses learning capabilities.

Whether Polygonal Type 2 possesses emotions remains a subject of ongoing debate in academic circles.

Izumi saw a multifaceted beast, though it mostly ignored him and only acted according to the orders given to it.

But sometimes the polygonal beast will stand idly by withered flowers, watching long lines of ants carrying food.

Its program doesn't have such boring stuff set up.

There's also TuTu, who's temporarily not around, and on the surface, he's just as taciturn as Porygon.

But Izumi knew that there was a fundamental difference between the two.

If Porygon is an autistic child, then Tweed is a self-absorbed painter.

It scrutinizes everything around it with a biased and critical eye, unable to tolerate filth, and will burn even its own paintings due to extreme inferiority or arrogance.

The loner Smeargle, the mindless Porygon, and the social butterfly Eevee—these three Pokémon basically ignore each other when they're together.

It can only be said that without Quanshu, this family will fall apart.

The stars twinkled, and the night deepened.

The welcome party came to an end, and the Pokémon, dragging their bulging bellies, dispersed.

Quanshu arranged accommodations for the little foxes, turned off the lights in front of the door, and the orphanage fell into silence.

He returned to his room, washed up, and lay down on the bed.

Not long after, the sound of Quanshu's even breathing could be heard.

...

A pair of small, bright eyes opened in the little nest beside the bed.

Eevee crept out of its nest, stood on its hind legs, and groped around on the desk with its little paws.

She touched a hard, rectangular object.

Ibu glanced at Izumi with a guilty look, making sure he was sound asleep.

"Bu...yi..."

She returned to her little nest, where the cat bed, handmade by Quanshu, blocked the light, occasionally letting out faint laughter.

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Padia region, Niangguang city.

In a studio apartment building near the Niangguang Dojo, one of the rooms was brightly lit.

Qi Shu was wearing light yellow pajamas, the soft neckline like crumpled cloud wisps, drooping listlessly over her left shoulder, revealing a small patch of fair and delicate collarbone.

She lay lazily on the beanbag chair, her light blue pigtails loose and casually draped over her shoulders.

The electronic alarm clock beside me has a strange name.

"01:30, Gurusha"

"01:54, Little Chrysanthemum"

"02:10, Xiaogang"

"02:32, Izumi-ki"

......

"Om-"

"Bu Chaoren: Log in.jpg"

"Little Magnet: Received, let me steal some vegetables."

Kiju picked up the controller; tonight would be a tough and arduous battle.

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The next day.

Nibi City, Kanto Region.

Brock, the leader of the Dark Grey Gym, is wearing an apron and cooking soup.

"Brother, is breakfast ready yet?"

The sounds of nine hungry younger siblings urging them on came from the living room.

"It'll be right there, just wait a moment."

When the mixed soup was served, Jiro and Saburo dutifully served their younger siblings bowls, creating a harmonious atmosphere at the dinner table.

Xiao Gang took a sip of the stew; there was still some time before the dojo opened.

He opened the recently popular travel farm, and the keyword "farming" really appealed to Xiaogang.

Sow the seeds, cultivate diligently, and reap the harvest.

Honest man Xiaogang is irresistibly drawn to the allure of farming.

However, the only downside to this game is that there are always greedy parasites who like to steal the fruits of other people's labor.

The moment he opened the interface, the system message that popped up made his face darken.

My vegetables got stolen again, but that's normal.

Xiao Gang was already used to having his vegetables stolen, but the names of the thieves looked strangely familiar.

He scrolled up the log.

"At 2:7 AM on July 2.10nd, the 'Burn-in-the-Light Frog' sneaked around."

"At 7:9.30 PM on July 1st, the 'Burn-in-the-Light Frog' sneaked around."