Choosing the Prizes

As he left the classroom, quite a few students from other classes had indeed gathered in the corridors and stairwells.

Their targets were clear—the newly crowned "Triple Crown Champion," and the even more evocative title behind him: "Legendary Pokémon Trainer."

Yan Yang felt somewhat resistant toward strangers who did not know him at all and merely wanted to come over, introduce themselves, and strike up conversations because of his "fame."

It was not arrogance. He simply felt that connections between people needed at least a little fate born of mutual effort, or some shared experience as a foundation.

This one-sided sort of "getting acquainted," built on nothing but a halo, often remained superficial and could even bring unnecessary trouble.

He would rather have fewer such connections and keep his life relatively simple and peaceful.

Of course, unfamiliar Pokémon were an exception.

At the end of the day, the identity he truly recognized deep down might not have been that of a Trainer or a hero, but simply someone who loved Pokémon and longed to form bonds with them.

He would probably spend this life with Pokémon. A wife or whatever... how could she compare to fluffy, warm companions who could fight by his side?

Seeing more and more people gathering around him and hearing the chattering discussions grow clearer, Yan Yang decisively gave up on trying to squeeze his way out normally.

With a thought, his figure vanished from the spot in an instant under everyone's gaze.

"Huh?"

"Where did he go?"

"Was that... Teleportation just now?"

"H-He can use Psychic Power too?"

"My god! Is he even letting anyone else live? He's strong, he has Legendary Pokémon, and he can use Psychic Power himself?"

"S-So amazing! I really want to get to know him! It would be great if