Digimon: I really didn't want to be the Digimon Emperor!

It's only been a short time since the second semester started, how could he not be popular? He's not one of those people who had family connections or rich kids who signed contracts and trained Digimon in advance through family relationships.

The speed of progress is like a rocket.

The first one I originally thought would be either the high-achieving student Zhao Lu or Xue Qian.

"This doesn't make sense..." Xue Qian rubbed his curly hair in frustration. "With his qualifications, how come he's ranked ahead of me?"

Xue Qian's Upamon has just evolved to Baby Stage 2. It is estimated that it will take another two weeks to evolve to Adult Stage.

Even Digimon need to be based on science!

Even if it's just spending money, there still needs to be a digestion process, right?

But this little dog beast is really illogical. It's only been a little over a week since I heard that Cheng Yuan signed a Digimon contract.

This little dog beast should have no problem taking on ten Upamon right now!

"I heard it's only been a week since they signed the Digimon contract?"

"It took my brother six months to reach his growth stage..."

The students whispered among themselves and decided to regulate their Digimon's diet from now on. They would have to attend classes, Digimon early education classes, and train their Digimon every day to train them up.

"That small frame, is it all show and no substance?"

Lin Meng was a little agitated, gritting his teeth as he said in a private chat in the group: "Isn't this kid growing up really fast? His Digimon is already at the Rookie stage, well, there's nothing we can do about it. But this little dogmon, with its tiny body, looks like a companion electronic pet. How much combat power can it possibly have?"

The short boy next to him was typing away: "How about we invite him to the training ground tonight, and then have the animal trainer from the next class spar with him and teach him a lesson?"

The tall boy frowned and typed: "Isn't that unnecessary? We're all classmates, we'll run into each other all the time."

Lin Mengdao: No, it's uncomfortable to have my breath stuck in my throat.

Tall guy: But Kang Zhaodi from the next class doesn't listen to us either.

Little guy: We'll create an opportunity for them to meet. They're all young people, and their Digimon are all in their growth stage. They're all proud and arrogant, and none of them will submit to anyone else.

Just then, the homeroom teacher announced some big news: Cheng Yuan was not originally part of the trainee animal trainer team organized by the school, but now... due to special circumstances, Cheng Yuan has been added as well.

The classroom erupted in an uproar. Even more shocking was the fact that the teacher who had come to greet the school was a professional animal trainer, and also the instructor for the advanced class's combat training.

If you get to know this teacher beforehand, a little help during the assessment will be more beneficial for improving your score in the combat subject.

Cheng Yuan felt the scorching gazes coming from all directions and gently stroked the little dog's head.

He recalled the scene from his childhood when he wore a red scarf to welcome leaders who came to give guidance.

The question is—I'm picking up the professional animal trainer tomorrow morning... Is breakfast included?

The little dog's sacred ring felt slightly warm on his fingertips, as if it shared the same anticipation as him.

Chapter 8 Basic Qualities

"Cheng Yuan! Teach us how to raise Digimon!" As soon as the school bell rang, Lin Meng and several classmates surrounded him, their faces beaming with eager smiles. The Floatmon on his shoulder was energetically performing a spinning act in the air.

Cheng Yuan stuffed the last book, "Digimon Nutrition," into his backpack and raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you guys say this morning that my dogmon was a 'quick-made, substandard' one?"

"That...that was a misunderstanding!" Lin Meng's forehead was beaded with sweat. "We specifically booked the training ground and even prepared data cubes, and they were chicken leg flavored..."

The little dog in the backpack suddenly poked its head out and sniffed hard with its wet nose.

With the help of programmers, these data blocks can now be processed into tangible food products of various shapes and flavors.

At the entrance to the training ground, Cheng Yuan suddenly stopped. Through the glass door, he could see dust swirling inside, and a burly figure was vaguely visible conducting weight training with the pangolin. With each step, the ground trembled slightly.

"I suddenly remembered that Teacher Liu was looking for me..." Cheng Yuan turned around and was about to slip away.

"Since we're already here~" Lin Meng smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken, and he and his companions dragged Cheng Yuan into the training field.

When the door clicked shut, Cheng Yuan noticed the smug grins on their faces.

The dust in the arena suddenly dissipated. A muscular young man in a black vest turned around, his arm muscles bulging as he wiped away sweat.

The pangolin beside him was half a person tall, and its scales were still covered with iron pellets used for training.

Just as Cheng Yuan was about to slip away, a loud voice rang out.

"Cheng Yuan, stop right there!"

"I???"

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Kang Zhaodi." The boy stood with his arms crossed, his voice like a rumbling thunder. "The only trainer of a Rookie-level Digimon in Class 2."

Cheng Yuan looked at his arm, which was bulging with small bumps, and swallowed hard. That imposing presence was enough to make anyone believe he was a professional wrestler!

Is this bullying from the class next door?

He stealthily reached for the little dog in his backpack, pondering whether he should take off running or shout before he ran.

“Since these are some of the few growth periods in the grade,” Kang Zhaodi suddenly approached, his shadow completely enveloping Cheng Yuan, “I hope you will set an example.”

"what?"

"Don't bully your classmates just because your Digimon are strong." Kang Zhao frowned, his thick fingers almost poking Cheng Yuan's nose. "Help the students who are lagging behind, and don't bully other students, or don't blame me for being impolite."

"What? Bullying other classmates?"

Cheng Yuan was stunned for a moment.

A huge "confused" was etched into his mind.

Why is the plot going in a way that's different from what I expected? What happened to the bullying in school? How did it turn into the neighbor's academic genius showing care for him?

It was actually a warning to him not to bully other classmates?

Are all the top students in the school so enlightened? Are their thoughts so correct?

"Did you understand?" Kang Zhao frowned and asked again.

"I understand! I understand perfectly!" Cheng Yuan nodded vigorously, and the little dog in his backpack barked loudly as it was shaken.

"That's good. I'm the class monitor of Class 2, Grade 12. We might even be assigned to the same honors class in the future. If you find anyone using Digimon to do bad things, tell me and I'll kill them."

Kang Zhao nodded and switched to the justice mode.

What was initially thought to be a serious incident of fighting among high-achieving students turned out to be care and encouragement from the top student in the next class.

Cheng Yuan then remembered Lin Meng and the others, and he called out to the audience, "Hey, you guys!"

"come over."

The group of people who were watching the show without following the script were about to slip away when they heard this and froze on the spot, as if a pause button had been pressed.

“Didn’t you invite me to teach you how to train? Come on, whether it’s in the wild or in arena battles, Digimon don’t fight alone, so we trainers also need to have strong physiques.” Cheng Yuan pointed to the kilometer track in the training ground: “This arena track is 1 kilometer long! Today, I’m fortunate to meet Brother Kang, so I’d like to invite Brother Kang to come and guide and supervise. Brother Kang, do you think what I’m saying makes sense?”

Kang Zhao nodded, unable to agree more.

"Alright, today's task is for you and your Digimon to run ten laps around this track! My Puppymon will be following behind you. If anyone slacks off or runs too slowly," Cheng Yuan deliberately dragged out his words, "they'll receive a Holy Light Bullet as a little gift from Puppymon."

"Woof! This is fun!" The little dog beast happily wagged its tail, and the Holy Ring began to charge.

Kang Zhao nodded approvingly: "Yes, very good. Indeed, having ambition alone is not enough; one also needs perseverance and discipline. My pangolin will also keep an eye on things."

The pangolin dutifully scratched its claws, the metallic scales scraping together with a grating sound. If it followed up with a swipe of its claw, its rear end would probably be ripped open.

A strange sight appeared on the training ground: three students ran frantically, crying and screaming, followed by a snow-white little beast that would occasionally fire miniature light bullets at their heels. The pangolin, like a foreman, brought up the rear.

While the three of them were "enjoying" their special training, Kang Zhao crossed his arms, revealing the visible veins in the muscles on his arms. He said to Cheng Yuan in a gruff voice, "Cheng Yuan, your little beast is a bit too eager to grow."

He pulled a small notebook from his backpack, filled with training plans, resembling a martial arts manual: "Look, my pangolin took three months to evolve, getting up at six every morning for weight training..."

When Kang Zhao said this, his eyes were frighteningly bright. "And you, this little dog beast, were only born recently. You evolved in a short time, and your basic qualities are actually substandard."

Cheng Yuan looked at the little dog beast on the track.

Although the little guy was full of energy, his steps were obviously not steady when he charged, and the energy of the sacred ring was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, just like a faulty light bulb.

“I understand.” Cheng Yuan nodded seriously. “Starting tomorrow, we will revise the training plan.”

On the track, Lin Meng was startled by a holy light blast and jumped up: "Cheng Yuan, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

The little dog tilted its head and thought for a moment, then "smack!" gave him another one—this time it precisely burned a clump of his hair, and the air was immediately filled with the unique smell of burning protein.

"Well done!" Kang Zhaodi suddenly clapped his hands, then turned to the next page of his notebook. "However, your accuracy still needs practice. I suggest you start with..."

As the sun set, Cheng Yuan carried the exhausted little dog beast out of the training ground. The little guy was covered in dirt, but his sacred halo was much brighter than when he arrived, like a fully charged light bulb.

"Tomorrow at six o'clock, weighted run." Cheng Yuan poked its wet nose. "Then there's dodge training, skill control..."

The little dog let out a "woof" and buried its head in his arms, pretending to be dead, just like a slacker who had heard "there's an exam tomorrow."

Special training begins in Chapter 9.

It happened to be the weekend, and Cheng Yuan led his little dog into an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. The rusty iron gate creaked shut behind them, and their feet crunched through years of dust and broken glass.

This factory used to be an electronic component processing plant, but now the production lines inside have long since ceased operation, leaving only mottled metal frames and dangling cables crisscrossing in the dim space. Sunlight filters through the broken skylights, cutting spiderweb-like shadows across the ground, and the air is filled with the acrid smell of rust and burnt waste oil.

"Woof..." The little dog clung tightly to Cheng Yuan's collar, its ears twitching nervously.

“You’re a Rookie Digimon now,” Cheng Yuan ruffled the little guy’s fluffy head. “Your fighting power is stronger than that of an average adult, so what are you afraid of?”

Cheng Yuan thought to himself, "The big guy was right. The little beast is growing too fast, it's a bit like forcing a seedling to grow too fast. Its basic abilities definitely need some work. Not only physical abilities, but even mental fortitude needs systematic training."

After surveying the terrain, Cheng Yuan discovered that the metal barrels left behind in the factory were ideal training targets.

There are also remaining concrete pillars and metal frames, which are perfect for training the little dog's agility and movement.

"Woof?" The little dog tilted its head.

Cheng Yuan pointed to the oil drums filled with water and said, "Use your extreme speed ramming skill to smash these oil drums with all your might."

The little dog stared wide-eyed at the rusty metal oil drum, as if to say, "Beastmaster, have some decency! This is iron!"

Seeing the little guy hesitate, Cheng Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly strode towards the nearest oil drum.

He clenched his fist, aiming it at the surface of the metal barrel covered in green rust—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull thud startled the pigeons on the beam, and rust fell like dust. Cheng Yuan's knuckles quickly bled, but he deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone, "See? Humans can shake steel with their bare hands, but you're a Digimon imbued with divine power!"

The little beast's tail suddenly straightened. It looked down at the golden rings flowing across its chest, then looked up at Cheng Yuan's bleeding knuckles, letting out a low growl.

"Wang!"

Yeah, if you're even less durable than a weak beast tamer, that would be too pathetic.

The oil drum groaned under its own weight, its surface dented, and rust crumbled like rain. The little dog's forehead slammed into the oil drum, but it was bounced back half a step upon contact, staggering and falling into Cheng Yuan's arms.

"Does it hurt?" Cheng Yuan touched its trembling ears.

"Woof!" The little dog stubbornly shook its head and got into a charging stance again.

"boom!"

During the subsequent training, the factory floor echoed with the deafening roar of metal clashing. Each charge by the little beast deformed the metal barrels, some even breaking open and spilling years of stagnant water.

“Wait,” Cheng Yuan called a halt to the training, “We’re going to get to the more difficult part now. Try to draw upon the power within the Sacred Ring and concentrate it on your forehead.”

Seeing the little dog's confusion, Cheng Yuan explained, "Imagine that giant pangolin from yesterday is in front of you. Your high-speed charge should be accompanied by divine power as you strike it. Don't rely on instinct; you need to guide that divine power and let it gather in front of your forehead."

After several attempts, a thin golden barrier finally appeared in front of the puppy's head.

"Now! Charge!"

The little dog leaped with its hind legs, its snow-white figure transforming into a streak of light. The pale golden energy gradually thickened during the charge, eventually forming a small shield of light on its forehead.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, an oil drum exploded, spraying water with a slightly rotten smell like rain. Cheng Yuan couldn't help but cover his nose.

"That's fantastic!" Cheng Yuan shouted excitedly. "That's it! Let's do it again!"

Although the little dog was already panting, it worked even harder after being encouraged.

At noon, the man and the beast lay exhausted on the metal barrel. A large number of animals lay sprawled around them, as if they had just survived a small storm.

"Our training this afternoon will be Holy Light Bullets!" Cheng Yuan turned his head to look at the little dog beast.

"Woof..." The little dog barked weakly, its tail drooping, completely lacking its usual energy.

"Hang in there, partner." Cheng Yuan rubbed its little head. "After training, I'll buy you the latest chicken-flavored data cube."

"Do you remember when I enhanced your light attribute, the light orb you spat out was imbued with divine power?"