Special Training Complete

For the next half month, Fang Yuan and Eevee repeated the same special training day after day.

In fact, their current training regimen had basically been finalized. There were no new tricks left for them to try.

The day after learning from Uncle Shan about the different stages of being a Trainer, Eevee's gains from speed training noticeably increased. In particular, the duration of its Quick Attack steadily grew longer each day. It seemed the Sand Scale Fruit was gradually taking effect.

Its Double Team also went from producing a maximum of two afterimages to three.

A week later.

The Sand Scale Fruit had completely lost its effect, and the efficiency of speed training dropped. However, Fang Yuan and Eevee still continued the training without giving up.

While its Double Team stabilized at four afterimages, Eevee finally mastered Dark-type Energy as well.

Dark brown energy enveloped Eevee's teeth, already forming the rudimentary shape of the Bite move.

However, the range of its Dark-type Energy bite was still too small... It could not yet be considered true mastery of Bite, and it still needed more practice.

At this stage, one piece of good news after another came Eevee's way. The first stage of Counter Shield training had finally borne fruit as well.

The drink bottle Eevee had been holding for half a month was finally blown apart by the rotational force of the sand inside.

Afterward, Fang Yuan bought several more bottles of different types to test it out. He could finally confirm that Eevee had found the feel for a rotating Sand Attack.

Only one week remained until the Little Phoenix King Cup, and every part of Eevee's special training had yielded good results.

As for the final week, Fang Yuan and Eevee did nothing else. They chose to continue consolidating their previous gains.

Its Anticipation Ability, the Bite move, and Counter Shield.

"Eevee, Raticate, you can stop now."

At Star Glory Battle Club, Fang Yuan called for Eevee to stop as footsteps approached.

"Eevee!"

Eevee opened its eyes, and the four Raticate surrounding it stopped their attacks as well.

This was Fang Yuan and Eevee's final day of special training at Star Glory Battle Club. Tomorrow, he planned to head for Magic City.

"Uncle Shan."

Looking at the middle-aged man who had entered, Fang Yuan said gratefully, "Thank you for the past three weeks."

"You're welcome. I didn't contribute much. You two are the ones who put in the effort," Uncle Shan said.

"The hard work you and Eevee have put in these past days won't go to waste. I look forward to seeing you at the Little Phoenix King Cup."

"Eevee..."

Eevee let out a tired cry.

It wasn't like they were being separated forever. Why were they making the atmosphere so strange?

"No problem. Just wait and watch me compete." Fang Yuan scratched his head.

"One more thing, Uncle Shan. I don't want to leave Star Glory Battle Club before school starts. When I get back from Magic City, you have to keep taking me in."

"Don't worry. I have that much human warmth," Uncle Shan said.

Fang Yuan's special training had come to an end. The three weeks of high-intensity training at Star Glory Battle Club, undertaken to make up for Eevee's weaknesses, had finally reached a pause.

After saying goodbye to Uncle Shan and the others he knew, Fang Yuan and Eevee left. They probably would not be coming back for the next few days.

At the same time, Shan Mi made a phone call.

"He's already left, right?"

A voice came from the other end. If Fang Yuan and Eevee had still been there, they definitely would have recognized it as Yang Han's.

"He left. The Little Phoenix King Cup starts in two days, so he needs to go over there and get some proper rest," Shan Mi said.

"How strong are that kid and Eevee now? How far do you think he can make it in the Little Phoenix King Cup?"

"Not bad. He's completed all the tasks I assigned him. But that kid seems to be tinkering with something on his own too. If you want to know how they perform, you'll have to follow the Little Phoenix King Cup yourself."

"By the way, how are your Merit Points coming along? Counting the discovery of that Sand Scale Fruit Tree, you should be close to a promotion, right?"

"Yeah, more or less. All right, since you don't want to say, I'll keep an eye on him myself. I want to see just how much that clever kid has grown."

"Though personally, I'd rather see young people suffer a few more setbacks..."

After returning home.

Fang Yuan opened his wardrobe and took out a set of clothes.

A short-sleeved jacket, undershirt, pants, hat...

Along with a pair of red-and-white sneakers he had found himself, it was the outfit he would wear for the Little Phoenix King Cup.

"Who would've thought? At such a young age... I'm already going to be a clothing spokesperson."

"Truly accomplished for my age."

Fang Yuan sighed. Liu Le had rushed over to deliver this outfit the very next day after it was made, afraid it would not fit him properly.

Speaking of that Little Fatty Liu Le, he still showed up every day on time to deliver Fang Yuan some battle results. Though he got beaten black and blue every single time, looking at it from another angle, he was remarkably tenacious.

After battling Fang Yuan so many times, Liu Le and Snorlax had improved greatly too. Unfortunately, Fang Yuan and Eevee had improved even more.

Moreover, because he had something to ask of Fang Yuan, Liu Le had given Fang Yuan a new title: Boss.

Liu Le: Boss, Boss, Boss! You're leaving tomorrow, right? Good luck! How about... I come to Magic City with you? I don't have anything to do anyway.

Fang Yuan: Forget it. You should stay at the club and train properly. I hope you and Snorlax will have improved even more by the time I come back...

Liu Le: Sigh, you just don't want me around.

Fang Yuan: You didn't even get a ticket, so what would you go for? Besides, for something this important, it's naturally perfect with just Eevee and me. That feeling of being alone in a foreign city with my Pokémon... I haven't experienced it yet.

Liu Le: All right, then make sure you get plenty of rest. Don't let it affect your performance in battle. Oh, and don't forget to bring your clothes.

Fang Yuan put down his phone. He had never seen such a nagging man.

At this moment, Liu Le was not the only one bombarding Fang Yuan with messages. Several other people also knew he was going to the Little Phoenix King Cup—namely, the culprits who had gotten him into this competition, several upperclassmen from the Psychology Club.

Senior Sister: Fang Yuan, good luck! Don't be discouraged even if you don't make the Top Sixteen. Everyone already knows what you look like anyway, so it doesn't matter whether you show your face on the livestream.

Club President: Yeah, yeah, just do your best. The important thing is not letting Eevee get hurt.

That stung.

Did I really look that weak?

Eevee has already undergone a complete transformation, okay? It isn't that Eevee who could only play with sand anymore!

The next moment, Eevee, who was watching television while holding a bottle and practicing Sand Attack in the living room, sneezed.

More than half a month had passed, yet it still had not realized that this was not a case of being allowed to watch television during training, but of needing to train while watching television.

Considering it was better to keep Eevee in the dark, Fang Yuan decided not to teach it Chinese after all.