Combusken tilted its head, a big ol' question mark plastered on its face.
Is this Trainer's brain fried? Why's he asking this?
After a pause, it raised its right foot, signaling that's the one it stepped with.
Jiang Feng clutched his heart, wailing to the heavens: "You've narrowed your path, Clucky! Left foot first, left foot! Got it?"
"We may not fly, but left foot, right foot, slow-motion style—to honor Groudon's majesty!"
"I've told you a million times! Are you even listening?"
"Your brain's mush, always dreaming of Swinub hooves! We're from the same root, so why burn each other?!"
Jiang Feng unleashed a verbal Hyper Beam, leaving Combusken defenseless against his Mouth Cannon.
When did you ever mention the left-foot rule?
A million times?
Am I amnesiac?
Nope!
Combusken shook its head like a mad Monferno.
Absolutely never said that!
"See? I tell you, you don't listen. You listen, you don't do. You do, you mess it up!"
"I'm unilaterally declaring: by stepping with your right foot, you've violated Overlord Clause 857!"
"No Swinub hoof for lunch—consider it your punishment!"
What?!
No promised hoof?!
You playing me, bro?!
Combusken erupted, flames shooting three feet high! Rage Meter +857!
Seven stacks of fury—no one slanders the Blaze Clan!
Claws out, it lunged, ready to serve Jiang Feng a Master-tier Scratch combo.
But Jiang Feng was one step ahead. A red flash, and yoink—Combusken was back in its Poké Ball.
Locked tight, too.
Trapped, Combusken could only rage inside, shaking the ball like a Marowak with a grudge.
"Cool off in there and think about what you've done!"
"Others can't fly either, but they're killing it! Why not you?"
"Figure it out!"
Combusken's muffled roars echoed from the ball, shaking the skies.
Rage Meter +177!Rage Meter +177!
The Smile Card's Proficiency kept climbing.
Jiang Feng's face bloomed like a Vileplume in spring, grinning ear to ear.
Hands behind his head, whistling a tune, he strutted to school.
From afar, a stunning figure stood by the road, clearly waiting for someone.
Passersby tried to flirt but froze at her icy beauty, feeling like Dunsparce next to a Dragonite.
No surprise—Spikemuth's flower, Mali, was a showstopper wherever she went.
Pure face card? Undefeated.
But sorry, she's flat—can't afford that.
"Got something to say?" Jiang Feng asked, cool as a Glaceon, knowing her game and owning the vibe.
"I need you… to help me train!"
Jiang Feng: ???
What kinda anime line is that? Three black lines streaked across his forehead.
"Name your price."
Snapping out of it, Jiang Feng shook his head and held up three fingers.
"Three million? Why not just rob me?!"
"Nah, three kisses—full-on tongue TMs."
Mali froze. Three tongue kisses? Her cheeks flushed as it sank in.
Light Screen was a tank move, and a Master-tier bounty task fetched about a million on the market.
But even if someone took the job, success wasn't guaranteed, and it could derail her training plans.
Only a Light Screen master with secret tech could guarantee a breakthrough.
This broke kid was passing on a million for three kisses?
He likes me!
He definitely likes me…! Mali bit her lip, torn.
Should she say yes?
Light Screen was Toxtricity's core strat—stuck at the bottleneck, all her plans and efforts were at risk!
If Jiang Feng helped and it worked, Toxtricity's strength would skyrocket!
Was it worth the gamble?
If it was her first kiss, she'd shut it down. But he already stole one yesterday—what's one more?
At worst, it's like getting pecked by a Swinub!
I don't like him.
I just… really want to improve!
Yeah, that's it—I don't like him, I just want to level up!
"Fine, let's do it!"
Mali lifted her head, eyes shut, face set like she was facing a Guillotine. But her trembling lashes and heavy breathing gave her away.
This girl's not as cool as she thinks.
Her heart was bouncing like a Spoink.
Jiang Feng didn't hesitate, diving in for the score!
"Mommy, what's big sis doing with that guy?"
"They're smooching, sweetie—don't look."
"They look mad! Why don't you and Daddy smooch?"
"'Cause your dad, like you, hates turning in homework!"
What a hot young Growlithe, the mom thought, jealous, hustling her kid away before her legs gave out.
Ding! Reward: Charm +10, Master Skill Experience Card x1!
Charm +10 bumped Jiang Feng's decent looks to school heartthrob status.
Even Aunties on the street gave him a thumbs-up!
Per the system's notes, Charm worked on Pokémon too—high Charm made them drop their guard, easier to catch.
Maybe even pull an Ash, bust out Torterra Aura and have Legendaries begging to join!
The Master Skill Experience Card let a Pokémon's move hit Master-tier temporarily, lasting one battle.
Collect 10, and you could synthesize a Permanent Skill Card.
Sweet, so sweet!
After cashing in his reward, Jiang Feng bolted to class.
First period? Teacher Kena's.
Can't miss the big show for some small drama.
No way he'd skip her up-down, left-right, Water Pulse spectacle.
By the time he hit the classroom, the other students were already there.
The boys? Not a single absentee.
Necks craned, eyes glued to the hallway, desperate for that legendary view.
Fatty Wei went next-level, setting up a camera.
Ready for action, huh?
Jiang Feng scoffed. Bunch of noob virgins.
Then, rhythmic footsteps echoed.
Teacher Kena, rocking a tight teacher's suit, strutted down the hall—sexy, elegant, explosive.
If Charm was a weapon, Kena had honed a century-old Swords Dance!
High heels clicked: tap-tap-tap…
Up-down, left-right, front-back!
Jiang Feng's eyes were pure desire—no, wait…
His brain ran wild calculations!
Per Newton's Shinra Tensei Gravitational Law,
Einstein's Special Murder Weapon Theory,
And Kim Kardashian's Pythagorean Curves—the verdict was clear!
Teacher Kena? Certified Banger!
Pfft…