The flying king of a certain Pokémon

After announcing the adjournment of the meeting, the playground was still abnormally quiet. This group of adolescent students did not chat on the way to the classroom, which is very unimaginable in other schools.

Maybe it's because of being intimidated by the dean's aura, or maybe it's because these students didn't become trainers before entering school.Regardless of the reason, today's morning meeting did make them re-examine themselves.

As a trainer, life in the future will be completely different from that of ordinary people.

Yan Pengyu also became serious. It seems that the trainers in this world are somewhat different from what he imagined.

Although I don't understand the reason for suddenly recruiting trainers from among the students and establishing a trainer school.But he knew that trainers in this world couldn't be as relaxed and relaxed as in the previous animation.

At least, the trainer here is not as simple as a ten-year-old kid traveling around with Pokémon and gaining friendship along the way.Otherwise, it is entirely possible to add trainer courses to ordinary high schools, without such semi-military management.

But after thinking about it, if people in this world also have the physique of a super real newcomer in the animation, it might be so easy.

Unknowingly, Yan Pengyu's thinking shifted to a strange place again.

It can only be said that optimistic people will naturally adjust their mentality.

While Yan Pengyu's inner world turned from seriousness to joy, the atmosphere of the students was gradually thawing.

When they found their respective classrooms and took their seats, the hormones of adolescence made them restless involuntarily, and they began to talk to the people around them uncontrollably.

From the school in the past to the imagination of the future, from the current Pokémon to the Pokémon you want to conquer in the future.

The entire teaching building gradually became noisy, and the voices echoed in each classroom, and even some selfless people were so excited that they forgot where they were.And no one cared whether a class teacher would suddenly walk into the classroom.

Of course, all of this had nothing to do with Yan Pengyu. Many students in the same class recognized him. He was a strange person talking to the strange Bobo.

In addition, the back desk happens to be the one whose full name is not known yet, and with Jenny Turtle's second-degree illness, he is ecstatically giving a speech at the moment.Although his speech will only make people around him feel unaware, and then stay away.

Beside him is Han Qiu with a look of lovelessness, muttering incessantly: "It's over...the restarted high school life is over..."

"Huh? By the way, isn't Qin Feng in the same class? There are four people in our dormitory, but he is not in the same class?"

Just when Yan Pengyu was about to stand up and look for some Qin Feng in the crowd, he suddenly froze, and then he pulled the second child behind him who was giving a speech.

It's a pity that the second-year boy didn't notice Yan Pengyu's actions, and continued to shine for his social career.Without even noticing, the dean who had just met in the morning appeared in the classroom, standing behind the podium and staring at him.

"Gentlemen! All glory to... Huh?"

Finally, the quiet surroundings made him realize something was wrong.Then he found that he was the only one standing there in the whole class at this time, and Han Qiu beside him was looking at him with mentally handicapped eyes.

Turning his head again, it was the expressionless dean, looking at him straight.

"What's your name?"

"..."

He changed his usual attitude and faltered and uttered syllables that no one could understand.

"Speak up, what's your name!" The dean frowned and shouted loudly.

"..."

Still can't understand.

The same was true for the second questioning, the dean didn't want to talk any more nonsense, and directly opened the roster with photos and names corresponding to them.

When he raised his head, he read out the full name of the second-year boy: "Your name is Niu Zijun, right? Are you free?"

The young man named Niu Zijun has turned into ashes at this moment.

Zijun, an elegant name, unfortunately his surname is Niu.

"puff--"

Yan Pengyu didn't hold back for a while, but laughed out loud.

When all the students didn't even dare to breathe out because of the dean's aura, his voice was very clear.

"You are Yan Pengyu, right? Is there anything funny?"

"No, choking...just choking on saliva."

Yan Pengyu also pretended to cough twice.

"Niu Zijun and Yan Pengyu, I remember you two. What are you still doing? Sit down!"

Niu Zijun was still gray and white, and sat on the seat in a daze, muttering in his mouth: "It's over...my reputation is over..."

The dean gave him another hard look, then turned around and wrote two large characters on the blackboard: "Tang Zhong".

"My surname is Tang Mingzhong. I used to be the instructor of the Pokémon scouting team. Now I am the dean of this school and also your class teacher. But I am not used to the name 'Teacher Tang', so you will call me from now on." Instructor Tang. Do you understand?"

"Understood......"

"louder please!"

"I understand!"

"Very well, you are very lucky, because you can get my teaching; you are also very unfortunate, because my requirements are much stricter than other class teachers. Now start the roll call."

Tang Zhong spoke and moved quite neatly, and began to count the names of the students in the order on the roll.

When he read Niu Zijun, the second-year middle school boy let out a soft "To" in despair, which made him quite unhappy.So much so that when I read Yan Pengyu's name later, I deliberately added the accent.

Finally, the roll call ended in a tense and serious atmosphere of the whole class.

"Okay, many people must have discovered that your dormitory is divided according to class. People in the same room are in the same class, and the students in the same class are all on the same floor..."

"That, Instructor Tang..."

Suddenly, a voice interrupted Instructor Tang's speech, causing him to frown.The atmosphere of the whole class was extremely tense, everyone was prepared to face the storm, and scolded the person who interrupted the instructor a thousand times in their hearts.

Instructor Tang lowered his head, wanting to take a closer look at who was so bold as to suddenly interrupt.

Huh?Why is it a classmate I haven't seen before?

Didn't the roll call be done just now?

"Instructor Tang...you didn't call my name just now, did I go to the wrong class? But everyone in my dormitory is in this class..."

Qin Feng spoke cautiously, for fear of making the instructor angry.

When will there be one more person here! ?

The whole class was stunned, no one had noticed such a person in the crowd just now.

Two people even stepped over him while chatting. Although it felt a bit inconvenient to sit far away, they just didn't realize that there was another person in between.

Instructor Tang also looked at Qin Feng in disbelief, then looked down at the roster, and then looked up at him.

"Sorry, I seem to have missed a name. Your name is Qin Feng?"

"right......"

Instructor Tang couldn't believe that even he, who is known for his rigor in the army, would miss a person's name during the roll call.

And this person seems to be in the same dormitory as the two problem students just now?

Yan Pengyu, Niu Zijun, Qin Feng, Han Qiu.

Instructor Tang thought to himself: In this dormitory, these three crouching dragon and phoenix chicks have already emerged, and I don't know what will happen to the remaining one, Han Qiu.

Poor classmate Han Qiu was murdered again.

The originally tense atmosphere eased up because of such an interruption.

This time Yan Pengyu also held back and did not laugh out loud again.Otherwise, waiting for him is likely to be a brutal lap.

Instructor Tang didn't talk nonsense anymore, he didn't even bother to say the opening remarks he had planned, and asked everyone to take out their textbooks.

The textbooks of the trainer school are quite complicated, and they are not sold on the market, so all the textbooks are placed in the desk drawer in advance.

"Basics of Pokémon Moves", "Relationship between Energy and Moves", "Basic Training Manual", "Temporary First Aid"...

Quite hardcore, quite professional.In contrast, attribute restraint tables and illustrated books are just the foundation of the foundation.

Even a great master who has memorized Pokémon information upside down in his previous life will have to learn it from scratch when he comes to this world.

Instructor Tang taught the course "Movement Training and Theory", so he asked everyone to open the book "Basic Pokémon Moves" as soon as he came up.

His classes aren't fun, but they're dry stuff.From the shallower to the deeper, he continuously imparts the knowledge related to moves, and there is no nonsense.

The students below also tried their best to absorb the knowledge, and temporarily recorded in their notes what they couldn't understand.They don't expect the instructor in front of them to stop for them alone.

Although they are slow and undisciplined, in fact, most of them are the top students selected from various schools.

The competition between this group of people is destined to be quite cruel.

Even Yan Pengyu had a hard time keeping up with the instructor's progress.

The get out of class bell that everyone was looking forward to finally rang. Just when Yan Pengyu stood up tiredly and wanted to get out of the classroom for some activities, Instructor Tang's voice sounded from behind.

"Yan Pengyu, don't leave, come to my office."