In the entire battle classroom, a dead silence lasted for over ten seconds.
Then, the sound of discussion exploded from a whisper to a roar.
"Mi-Miss Giselle… lost?"
"How is that possible! That's the Head Student with the strength of three Badges!"
"That guy from the independent Trainers… really only used one Pikachu?"
"A barbaric way of winning, not following tactics at all."
Several boys from Nanshan Academy were flushed, both shocked and indignant.
In the education they received since childhood, battles should be like Giselle's: precise calculations, type advantages, and move pool analysis.
But Yuuto's forced victory against type disadvantage just now, what was that?
Simple, crude, and surprisingly effective.
It completely skipped all the "should-have-been" tactical maneuvering.
This is simply… simply a trampling of Academy Faction theory!
"Bu-but…"
A girl wearing glasses spoke softly, her face a bit red:
"Don't you think… Yuuto was very cool just now?"
These words seemed to flip a switch.
"Ye-yeah!"
"He was so calm while commanding…"
"That line 'Just win against her and it's fine,' was bursting with confidence!"
"Pikachu is so strong too! Even with the type disadvantage, it won so decisively!"
Several girls' eyes lit up, and their gaze toward Yuuto held something more.
So what if he's from the independent Trainers?
Strength is strength!
In an aristocratic academy, there were many who naturally admired the strong.
Especially Jasmine Li; she stood at the edge of the crowd, her breathing a bit hurried.
Her gaze closely followed Yuuto's figure, his words from just now replaying repeatedly in her mind:
"I prefer the whip to be in my hands."
These words seemed to have magic.
Under her school uniform skirt, her long beautiful legs wrapped in white over-the-knee socks were trembling slightly.
She imagined that scene.
"Ugh…"
Jasmine Li's face instantly turned red, and she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look again.
But the more she dared not think about it, the clearer the image became.
Her legs went soft, and she almost couldn't stand steadily.
"Jasmine Li? Are you okay?"
A classmate nearby noticed her abnormality.
"I-I'm fine!"
Jasmine Li snapped back to her senses and shook her head in a panic.
Only then did she realize the surrounding discussions were getting louder, with some boys even starting to shout indignantly about "definitely luck" or "fight another match."
In the center of the field, Giselle was still slumped on the ground in that extremely ungraceful pigeon-toed posture, her wine-red hair disheveled, her eyes hollow.
"This won't do…"
Jasmine Li bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down.
*Senior Giselle is already embarrassed enough; she can't let so many people keep watching!*
She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and said loudly in her usual disciplinary tone:
"The battle is over! Everyone go back to your classrooms! Don't stand around here!"
A few students still wanted to say something.
"What, are your after-school reports all perfect?"
Jasmine Li's tone became stern:
"Bob! Take your people and leave first!"
Bob opened his mouth, took one last look at the despondent Giselle, sighed complexly, and waved his hand:
"Let's go, disperse."
The crowd finally began to move reluctantly.
Before leaving, many girls stole a few more glances at Yuuto, their faces red…
---
After most students left, Jasmine Li walked quickly to the center of the field.
She crouched down and gently held Giselle's shoulder:
"Senior Giselle, get up first… the ground is cold."
Giselle was helped up mechanically, her legs still weak, leaning almost entirely on Jasmine Li.
Those beautiful eyes were still staring unfocused ahead.
At this time, Yuuto also walked over.
Pikachu followed, proudly wagging its small tail, its gaze toward Giselle clearly meaning *How about that? Isn't this Pika amazing!*
"Miss," Yuuto spoke indifferently.
Giselle's whole body trembled, and her hollow eyes finally found focus.
She looked up at Yuuto.
"Your understanding of textbook knowledge is very thorough, and your divergent thinking is indeed quite good."
"Your calculations are precise, and every step fits the theoretical optimal solution. From the analytical data, you are indeed a child of heaven."
"However."
Yuuto's tone shifted:
"Pokémon are not machines, and battles are not programs."
"They grow, they explode, and they create miracles in desperate situations that data models cannot predict."
"You calculated the type advantages, the level gaps, and the depth of the move pools."
"But you can't calculate the combat instincts honed in the true wilderness, in life-and-death struggles; they are faster, fiercer, and more effective than any theory."
"Outside of books, you still have much to learn."
His voice fell.
Giselle stood there dazed.
She heard every word Yuuto said, but her head was buzzing, and she couldn't think at all.
Only some fragmented words swirled in her mind… *Miss… you… indeed… a child of heaven… child of heaven… Yes, I am a child of heaven… I am… but why… did I lose?*
Although Giselle didn't take much in, Joe on the side was suddenly enlightened.
He murmured Yuuto's words:
"Wilderness… life-and-death struggle… combat instinct…"
"So… so cultivating in the wilderness can make one this strong?"
He suddenly looked at Yuuto, his eyes bursting with unprecedented light:
"It's not just levels! It's those techniques that books don't teach at all! That… that kind of true combat awareness!"
"I get it! I really get it!"
Joe's voice was shaking with excitement:
"Academy Faction training is like raising flowers in a greenhouse; they look good but can't withstand the wind and rain!"
"And the independent Trainers… is a sharp sword tempered in the struggles of the wilderness!"
As if making a major decision, he clenched his fist hard:
"I'm dropping out!"
"I'm going back to discuss it with my parents! I want to embark on a cultivation journey! Like Brother Yuuto, go to the wilderness and grow in real combat!"
After speaking, Joe didn't even wait for Yuuto's response before turning and sprinting out of the classroom.
His steps were lighter and more determined than ever…
---
Almost at the same time.
In Yuuto's mind, the system's notification sounded:
[Helped Joe find the correct path for a Trainer, used Pokémon education to defeat the new generation genius of the Academy Faction—Giselle, and broke her pride. Completed.]
[Rewards being distributed…]
[Boutique Miracle Seed has been placed in the system inventory]
[Beginner Rare Candy ×3 has been placed in the system inventory]
The corner of Yuuto's mouth curled up imperceptibly.
Task completed, rewards obtained.
There was no need to stay here any longer.
He turned, preparing to leave.
As he passed the still-despondent Giselle, his footsteps paused.
"The logic that Joe can understand."
Yuuto turned his head, looking at Giselle's fair face, and added casually:
"Miss, you should be able to understand it too."
Having said that, he spoke no more.
He walked straight toward the door of the battle classroom.
Misty and Delia exchanged a glance and quickly followed…
"Wait!"
Giselle suddenly spoke.
Yuuto stopped but didn't look back.
"You… where are you going?"
When Giselle asked this, she herself was stunned for a moment.
Why did she ask that?
But that inexplicable panic in her heart just couldn't be suppressed.
It was like… like something important was about to slip away from before her eyes.
"Continue the journey, collect Badges."
Yuuto answered concisely and casually asked back:
"What? Does the Miss want to come with me?"
"I don't want to!"
Giselle almost reflexively straightened her back, returning to her arrogant tone:
"I am the rising star of the Academy Faction! The Head Student of Nanshan Academy! How could I hang out with a barbaric independent Trainer like you!"
"Oh."
Yuuto acknowledged and raised his hand again to open the door.
"Wait!"
Giselle called out to him again.
This time, there was something else in her voice.
Hesitation.
Struggle.
And a hint of… expectation that she hadn't even noticed herself.
"Your goal… what is it?"
She asked.
Yuuto hadn't answered yet.
"His small goal~"
Misty leaned in playfully and answered for Yuuto with a grin:
"It's to be the champion of the Indigo League Tournament!"
Champion?
Small goal?
Giselle was stunned at first.
Then.
"Heh."
She laughed.
Not the usual condescending, mocking laugh.
But a laugh as if something had truly been ignited.
"Even prouder than me…"
Giselle spoke softly, then took a deep breath, her proud expression returning to her beautiful face.
"Fine!"
"Only then are you worthy of being my opponent!"
Giselle stared at Yuuto's back, word by word, clear and firm:
"Then the Indigo League Tournament it is!"
"Next time we meet, I will defeat you head-on on the stage of Kanto's biggest tournament!"
Yuuto glanced at Giselle, gave a faint smile, didn't reply, but just waved his hand, pushed open the door of the battle classroom, and walked out with Misty and Delia.
The door slowly closed.
Cutting off the light from outside…
The classroom fell into silence again.
The smile on Giselle's face faded bit by bit the moment the door closed.
But that hollowness and despondency didn't reappear.
In its place was a complex, burning emotion.
"Senior Giselle, are you okay?"
Jasmine Li asked cautiously.
Giselle didn't speak.
She just waved her hand.
Signaling her to leave as well.
"Then… Senior, please rest well."
Jasmine Li didn't dare say more, bowed, and walked quickly toward the door.
Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back.
In the dim classroom, Giselle sat casually on a chair.
Her head was lowered, her wine-red hair covering the side of her face.
Her expression was unreadable.
But her hands hanging by her side were tightly clutching her skirt.
Clutching it very hard.
Jasmine Li gently closed the door.
The corridor was empty; the students had already dispersed.
She leaned against the wall and let out a long breath.
Just then, from the end of the corridor, came the rapid sound of high heels tapping on the floor.
*Da, da, da…* the rhythm was very fast, showing the owner's anxiety.
Jasmine Li instinctively looked up.
A beautiful female teacher in a deep purple professional suit was hurrying toward the battle classroom.
Black stockings wrapped her long, plump, and beautiful legs; with every step she took, the swaying skirt revealed a fleeting, tight curve at the base of her thighs.
Her fullness was held high under her shirt, rising and falling with her rapid pace.
Her exquisite, mature face was now filled with worry and urgency…
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