Star Glory Battle Club

"Eevee..."

Before Fang Yuan could speak, Eevee had already sensed something was wrong and nervously glanced at the two of them.

Could it be... that its days of lying on the sofa and binge-watching shows were going to end before they had even begun?!

"Calm down."

Fang Yuan vigorously rubbed Eevee's head, telling it not to interrupt.

When adults were talking, children just needed to listen.

"Let me explain. Star Glory Battle Club is a place for Trainers to test the results of their training. It provides Battle Arenas, training equipment, battle sparring partners, private coaches—it's quite comprehensive. All you need to do is complete the battle assignments the club gives you. As for the private coach's advice, you can choose whether to listen to it."

"A Rookie Trainer like me can be a battle sparring partner too?" Fang Yuan asked in surprise.

"Normally, of course not. But I know the owner there, so arranging some simple work for you won't be a problem. For example... battling customers who are also Rookie Trainers like you."

"During that time, your wages will be calculated by the day. You just need to go at fixed times, so it won't take up much of your time."

"Also, I can tell you that the fees there aren't cheap. The people who go are all wealthy, so even simple work pays well. In this process, practical battle experience is secondary. With the status of a Star Glory Battle Club employee, you can also enjoy more benefits at the Pokémon Center. I remember their club has already formed a full partnership with the Pokémon Center," Yang Han said.

Fang Yuan was already tempted.

Star Glory Battle Club was already quite a high-end place to him. If he could get to a place like this sooner, he would not have had to painfully figure everything out on his own.

To give Eevee special training, he had burned through countless brain cells. It was practically more exhausting than studying. If this went on for long enough, he might even go bald.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. Thanks, Brother Yang." Fang Yuan grinned. With such a good opportunity, saying one extra polite word made him uncomfortable.

"Straightforward. But I need to remind you of one thing: that private coach I mentioned can only help you so much. How much you improve will still depend on the efforts of you and Eevee."

"Of course I understand that."

"Very good. Tomorrow, just follow the address and contact information on the card. I wish you good results in that cup of yours in advance."

Yang Han had come in a hurry and left in a hurry, leaving Fang Yuan with only a card.

After Fang Yuan and Eevee stared at each other for a while, Eevee helplessly rolled around on the sofa.

"I'm telling you, Eevee, this is such a great opportunity. We can't miss it. Receiving guidance from a professional coach is better than the two of us burying our heads in hard training. I was just worrying about how to get you to learn Bite," Fang Yuan said.

"Eevee." Eevee stuck out its tongue and went back to watching TV.

Making the most of its few remaining beautiful days was what mattered.

Though Eevee looked unwilling on the surface, it got up even more eagerly than Fang Yuan the next day.

"Ugh..."

Fang Yuan pulled the Silk Scarf covering his face down and looked at Eevee resentfully.

He had nearly suffocated.

Were you trying to murder your Trainer?!

"Eevee!" Eevee shook its head, signaling Fang Yuan to get up quickly. It did not want to experience what happened in the Secret Realm a second time. Becoming stronger than that Pidgeot had become another goal Eevee had set for itself.

As for its first goal... it was the one Fang Yuan had mentioned a few days ago: winning the Little Phoenix King Cup. That way, Eevee could have a phone of its own.

Even for that alone, it could not give up halfway. The moment it thought of a phone, Eevee's eyes immediately sparkled.

"Fine, let's have breakfast first, then head out."

Fang Yuan said as he scratched his messy hair.

Star Glory Battle Club was very famous. Its headquarters were in Kyoto, and it was beloved by the upper class.

After breakfast, Fang Yuan and Eevee followed the address on the card Yang Han had given them and arrived at this Flat City branch.

It was quite far from home, but fortunately, transportation was well developed.

"Star Glory Battle Club..."

After spending some time, Fang Yuan finally arrived at the place.

After reading the seven characters on the building, he walked straight into the lobby. Star Glory Battle Club covered a large area. Even one of its branches looked exceptionally grand. The lobby was brightly lit, with several large pillars standing within it. Looking more closely, Fang Yuan saw that every pillar was carved with star patterns. The entire layout gave off a very peculiar feeling.

Looking around, he could see many Trainers chatting with one another, Pokémon at their sides. After glancing around, Fang Yuan walked to the front desk and found a rather delicate-looking receptionist, whom he asked:

"Excuse me, may I ask where Mr. Shan Mi is..."

"Oh, right. We made an appointment before coming here. My surname is Fang."

"Hello."

The receptionist smiled slightly. "Please wait a moment. I'll contact him for you."

At the same time.

In the reception room of Star Glory Battle Club.

Mr. Shan Mi, the person in charge of this branch, was receiving two rather plump guests.

Mr. Shan Mi was nearly forty, dressed appropriately, and looked like a successful man. Across from him, a middle-aged man around the same age gulped down a cup of drink and burst into laughter. "Old friend, there's no need to praise him. Don't I know what my own child is like?"

As he spoke, the plump middle-aged man glanced at the sleepy Little Fatty sitting beside him and smacked him hard on the head.

Little Fatty was fifteen or sixteen, with a rosy complexion. Amid the bulging fat on his face sat a pair of tiny eyes. After being slapped awake, his eyeballs immediately darted around.

"Just like you when you were young," Mr. Shan Mi said with a smile, shaking his head.

"It would be enough if he were even half as promising as I was back then."

The plump middle-aged man sounded helpless. His only son was sixteen this year and a Rookie Trainer, yet he showed no interest whatsoever in Pokémon-related matters. Although they currently had no worries about food or clothing, the plump middle-aged man still hoped that his son could become a Professional Trainer. These days, having a Professional Trainer license made everything easier. Like an academic diploma, it was a stepping stone.

"Ah!" Little Fatty did not like hearing that. He raised his voice and shouted, "Nineteen battles, nineteen victories."

"Shut up. I brought you here this time so you could see what a real Trainer is."

The plump middle-aged man slapped him again, forcefully pressing Little Fatty down until the sofa sank in before finally letting go.

"Interesting. If you had come earlier, the club might not have had a suitable sparring partner. But now, there really is a suitable candidate."

Mr. Shan Mi said with a smile, "One of my business partners previously asked me to find a part-time battle sparring job for another Rookie Trainer junior. According to that partner, this Rookie Trainer is also quite capable. I think we can give it a try and let the two Rookie Trainers battle. Perhaps the result will be more convincing that way."

"Not bad, not bad." The plump middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and smiled. That would be ideal.

As the two spoke, there was suddenly a knock on the door. Shan Mi's secretary explained what had happened at the front desk.

After the secretary left, Mr. Shan Mi's smile deepened. "What a coincidence. The person I mentioned has arrived too. Is now convenient for you?"

"Let's do it now." The plump middle-aged man stood up.