Typing Pretty Fast

One sunny afternoon.

Canalave Pokémon Academy, Pokémon Psychology Consulting Room.

"Bzzzz—"

A somewhat piercing sound came from the Onix Coffee Grinder.

Jing He deftly caught the scattered grounds with the portafilter, then used the Geodude Powder Distributor and Graveler Tamper to compress them before locking it into the Blastoise Coffee Machine and pressing the manual extraction button.

Yet his gaze remained fixed on a paper lying on the desk.

A Conjecture on Differences in Pokémon Personalities and Ability Performance.

It did not stray from the subject, nor were there any errors in wording or writing.

Drip, drip—

By the time a cup of coffee was finished, he had also skimmed through the page.

Holding a Psyduck Mug filled with coffee,

he slowly walked over to the window.

Golden sunlight streamed through the glass and shone against his chest.

Dust motes floated within the beam.

Jing He took a small sip of coffee and opened the window. The air of late summer had gradually shed its stifling heat, making him involuntarily take a deep breath.

He slowly exhaled and murmured with a sigh,

"Three days have passed before I knew it."

His name was Jing He, and in his previous life, he had been a seasoned Pokémon enthusiast.

Three days ago, he had inexplicably arrived in this world filled with Pokémon.

When he first arrived, he had also gone through confusion and uncertainty.

Fortunately, the original owner had left him a fairly decent job—a Pokémon Psychology instructor.

As everyone knew, Pokémon were kind, cute, friendly creatures.

Aside from occasionally blasting someone with a hundred-thousand-volt current, breathing flames several hundred degrees hot, eating one or two tons of food in a meal, or swallowing a Trainer a few dozen times, there was nothing much else to them.

And just thinking about how the ones commanding these Pokémon were ten-year-old children with unwavering wills, sound minds, courage, and resourcefulness made one feel especially reassured.

The school term had not begun yet, so there were not many students on campus. The field was empty, with only a few staff members leading several Machop in pulling weeds.

Jing He drank his coffee as he returned to his desk.

Even after school starts, I probably won't be very busy.

He grumbled inwardly and turned on the computer.

He logged onto the Pokémon League's official website.

What greeted him was an overwhelming flood of Pokémon-related news, along with today's headline—Another Genius Youth Emerges from the Dragon Tamer Clan!

"Oh, an old acquaintance."

Though he knew the other person, that person did not know him—an "old acquaintance."

A poster was attached beneath the article.

It showed a young man with short reddish-brown hair, resolute features, and a confident smile. He wore a dark blue investigator's uniform and a handsome red-lined cape.

Beside him stood a Charizard roaring toward the sky, as well as a fierce-looking Gyarados.

There was also a smaller line of text on the poster.

"'Dragon Tamer' Wataru has joined the Kanto League Investigation Department! Specializes in training and battling Dragon-type Pokémon. His Pokémon include: Charizard, Gyarados."

If even one of those Pokémon had not been Flying-type, he might have believed the article.

"Sigh, this world isn't all that peaceful either."

Jing He silently sighed.

The existence of "investigators" was the best proof of that.

Over the past few days, he had learned to his surprise that the mortality rate among Trainers was not low at all! After all, while some Pokémon were close to humans, there were always some that bore considerable hostility toward them.

Not to mention that getting injured after accidentally being hit by an opponent's Pokémon move during battle was hardly rare.

Not everyone had the physique of a Super Rookie.

Of course, Poké Balls were not expensive, and ordinary people had opportunities to catch Pokémon. There were plenty of people who loved Pokémon and owned them.

But such people were still vastly different from "Trainers."

To become a "qualified" Trainer, one first needed sufficient knowledge, resources, wealth, and even connections.

Still, since he was already here, Jing He naturally wanted to test the waters of being a "Trainer." But given his current circumstances... "It feels more realistic to aim for a Pokémon Doctor degree."

But how could that possibly be easy?

Jing He shook his head. After briefly scanning several other news articles, he opened a channel exclusively for Pokémon Doctors and researchers.

He logged into his account.

The homepage displayed his identity information, along with every paper and research project he had published.

The original owner had once been a Pokémon scholar and had dreamed of pursuing the highest academic degree in the Pokémon World.

But he had not pursued it for long before being defeated by the realities of life.

Pokémon Psychology was not exactly a popular research field.

Especially since the original owner's research direction was "the potential relationship between Pokémon emotions, ability performance, and Trainers."

To put it simply, it was an in-depth analysis of phrases like "Get up" and "Endure."

But as a transmigrator, Jing He felt he could use his own advantage to make a tiny little adjustment to the original owner's topic.

For example: the potential connection between Pokémon personalities and ability stats.

Just like that, the direction of the project became much clearer.

To that end, he had even tried writing a conjecture paper and was preparing to publish it.

"Beep beep!"

As he browsed through the original owner's papers, a chat window suddenly flashed.

He clicked it open.

It turned out to be a message from a user named "Who Am I."

"What is the meaning of Pokémon battles?"

The original owner had once set up a small channel on the website.

It was called "Jing He's Pokémon Psychology Consulting Room."

Its purpose was to use it to come into contact with more different Pokémon, better understand Pokémon psychology, and use it as one of the channels through which he gathered research material.

But the original owner had not been particularly famous, and online psychological counseling did not exactly seem very reliable. As a result, not many people sought him out.

Since its creation, only a handful of people had ever made inquiries.

He had not expected someone to show up so suddenly today.

Without even thinking, Jing He lightly tapped the keyboard and typed two words.

"Become stronger."

"Beep beep!"

The other party replied far faster than he had expected.

He opened the message.

"Then what is the meaning of becoming stronger?"

Hm? Not some edgy teenager?

From the few counseling exchanges in the original owner's memories, he could clearly sense that the person on the other end had been an edgy teenager. A single answer like "become stronger" was enough to make them burst with fighting spirit.

He had not expected this time to be different.

Before he could type anything, the other party sent another message.

"What if one is already the strongest?"

Seeing that, Jing He's lips twitched.

That was a pretty big claim.

Who would dare say they were the strongest? Even the future Champions would not dare claim they were the strongest, would they?

Jing He glanced at the other party's name, "Who Am I." This was clearly someone who strongly doubted his own existence and value, yet had reached the firm conclusion that his Pokémon was the strongest. After thinking for a moment,

he began typing again with practiced ease.

"Sorry, that was a small joke earlier."

"What is the meaning of Pokémon battles? No one can give a completely accurate definition. Everyone has their own understanding. Some want to become stronger, while others simply enjoy battling, the joy and glory of victory, the exhilarating process, and the deeper connection they form with their Pokémon through battle. You and your Pokémon need to find that answer together."

This time, the other party did not reply so quickly.

Perhaps he was thinking over what Jing He had said, which sounded somewhat like a stock answer.

After quite a while, another message finally popped up.

"He seems to enjoy the superiority that power brings."

He? Jing He froze.

Probably a typo.

Because he wrote papers, he was somewhat sensitive to wording.

"Then perhaps that is the way he enjoys battling. But a Pokémon's existence is not solely for battling, either. You can try doing things outside of battle—things that will help you understand each other better," Jing He replied.

"Things?"

"For example... sharing a meal that everyone likes, watching a movie together, or... cooking a meal together?"

"Cooking?"

There was actually very little one could do with online psychological counseling.

As a psychology researcher, Jing He tried to construct a profile from the content of their conversation.

There was not enough information, so the answers he could reach were contradictory.

Arrogant, yet deeply self-doubting.

"I'll try talking to that person."

Just as Jing He was considering whether the other party needed an in-person consultation, another message arrived.

Looking at the three words "that person" on the screen, he was briefly stunned.

Wait!

The one on the other end... was not a Trainer?!

Before he could recover from his surprise, the other party's avatar had already gone dark.

Jing He pursed his lips and sat there blankly for a long while before slowly coming back to his senses.

So the one chatting with him just now... had been a Pokémon?

He glanced at the channel name, "Jing He's Pokémon Psychology Consulting Room."

There really did not seem to be anything wrong with it.

Since it was a "Pokémon Psychology Consulting Room," should it not be providing psychological counseling for Pokémon? But who could have imagined that a Pokémon would actually come seeking psychological counseling on its own?

He opened his mouth.

In the end, he managed only one sentence.

"...Types pretty fast."