I'm crazy in the Pokémon world

The strength of the two Trembling Salamanders was indeed quite good. They were able to survive the fists of the flaming roaring tigers wearing limiters. This was something Cao Wei did not expect.

But even when the two vibrating salamanders struggled to get up, the row of protruding armor plates on their chests had been broken into pieces, and they could no longer launch sound attacks like before for a short period of time.

"Hey, what's going on with this guy? Isn't he already poisoned?"

The two brothers stared dumbfounded at the blazing roaring tiger with green bubbles constantly coming out of its body. The negative state of 'poisoning' must have begun.

But for some reason, the blazing roaring tiger in front of me didn't feel any discomfort at all. As the purple bubbles spread, the flames on the belt became more fierce.

"Didn't I say that the strongest guy in this competition is the guy named Popov? Where did this bastard come from?"

Seeing that the Trembling Salamander was unable to recover in a short time, the two brothers looked at each other and immediately had an idea in their minds.

Without even thinking, the trainer of the high-profile Trembling Salamander grabbed the yellow-haired boy who fell on the ground and threw him hard at Cao Wei.

The yellow-haired boy did not expect that the other party would make this move, but unfortunately his body was too thin and he was easily thrown towards Cao Wei by the other party.

"Uh ah ah ah!"

The yellow-haired boy suddenly screamed, but he didn't understand why the twin brothers let him go when they had their mouths touched.

It was only when he looked back that he understood the brothers' intentions.

Just behind him, the gloomy-looking Cheng Cheng was looking at everyone present, while the Blazing Roaring Tiger was standing opposite him and the other two brothers, arranged in a triangle with Cao Wei and the twins.

The yellow-haired boy couldn't help being shocked, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

Jonson Leonardo was born in a rural city in Italy.

His father abandoned him and his mother when he was just born and has been missing ever since.

Because his mother was a foreigner, Jonson Leonardo was treated coldly by the people around him when he was young.

"Get out! You brat, this is no place for you!"

The owner of the breeding house shop kicked Jonson out of the door and said viciously.

“If you can’t sell it after just one look, why can’t I watch it here?”

Although the young Jonson knew that the people around him had a bad opinion of him, he hoped to make friends with the elves at a very young age.

Because he found that the elves would not care whether he was a foreigner, nor would they care about his golden hair, nor would they discriminate against his green pupils...

Even Rattata and Green Caterpillars that can be seen everywhere on the roadside will not easily do anything chilling.

Therefore, Jonson Jonado often went to the elf egg shop, dreaming that he could have an elf of his own.

"Hmph! My customer flow will decrease if you, the annoying brat, patronize me." The store owner yelled at Jonson without quality, attracting the attention of the people around him.

"Eh? Look, isn't that Jones? It looks like he was kicked out again."

"That is to say, you dream about the unrealistic dream of becoming a trainer every day. Do you really know how much money your mother can earn?"

"Perhaps he just fancifully thought that a Pokémon would follow him? He's really ignorant."

Jones listened quietly to these people who came to humiliate him in the name of "I am doing it for your own good." He had heard these words many times.

Because the family's economy was really in a slump, and Jonson's teacher was a money-hungry person, Jonson didn't give the teacher anything except tuition.

This has also caused dissatisfaction and exclusion from teachers. Such garbage never cares about how others live. They only care about how to get more benefits from the future of this group of countries.

This trash would deliberately use some strange reasons in Jones' class as an excuse to punish Jones to clean the toilet or the playground.

And when Jones questions the teacher's approach, the teacher will also have his own approach.

He would show his arrogant face and say to the whole class:

"If you think Mr. Jonathan is right, please raise your hands."

You read that right, it’s “Raise your hands if you think it’s right”, not “Raise your hands if you think it’s wrong”.

Raising one's hand, this simple and easy action, but at this moment, like high-level mathematics in college, it is almost impossible for this group of students to complete.

Because this is a simple psychological suggestion imposed by the teacher, raising hands means being different, and this group of children who have long lost their instincts in education do not want to be the ones who stand out.

Even though they clearly knew that this incident was not Jonson's fault, they would not challenge the teacher's authority at all, and could only bury their heads deeper one by one.

With this set of smooth suppression techniques, it is naturally impossible for Jones to achieve high results.

The teacher's actions will also affect parents and children. Children are not stupid. They can tell who is easy to mess with and who is not easy to mess with, so they often find trouble with Jones.

Parents will not care about their children's lives at all. They will only pay attention to whether their children's ranking on the report card is close to Jones. Once they think that their children's test scores are too poor, they will say:

"You're so bad in the exam, do you want to be as useless as Jones Leonardo?!"

But even so, Jones still didn't hate the world, just because he had already found a partner who truly recognized him.

It was a Cocodora, which Jonson encountered by chance when he went to the mountains to relax.

At that time, the little guy was covered in injuries and was very wary, but when Jones took out an orange fruit, the little guy finally couldn't resist the temptation and ran to Jonson to feast on it.

It is not easy to meet a Coco Dora in a country with a Mediterranean climate like Italy. They generally don't like humid climates, so Jonson placed Coco Dora in a cave and would visit him every day.

Because the scars on Cocodola's body were too serious, Jones often used his pocket money to buy some cheap medicines to treat Cocodora's injuries. And the trouser pockets that quickly bottomed out often caused my mother to blame them.

But the young Jonson didn't care about this. He often fed Coco Dora with tree fruits that could be found nearby, while snuggling up to him and reading quietly with the light stolen from outside the cave entrance.

This was the time when he enjoyed it the most, and it was one of the few happy memories he had when he was young.

Jonson is very studious, and he especially likes to read books about languages ​​​​of various countries, because he has always had a golden dream.

Because he has seen the evil in people's hearts, he wants to make friends with Pokémon, and make friends with Pokémon from different regions.

To realize this dream requires excellent language skills.