The next day.
Heiduo got up early and dragged Luo Geng out of bed, where the boy lay with bleary eyes. He had not fallen asleep until the latter half of the night. After waking up in an unfamiliar bed, he had stayed awake for a long time before finally drifting off from sheer exhaustion. His sleep quality had been terrible.
But that did not mean he could escape morning training.
Adequate sleep was crucial to a child's development, but habits were important too. If someone did not possess sufficiently strong Guts, then habits were the only thing they could rely on if they wanted to grow stronger.
Just like Heiduo, who never missed either morning or evening training, Luo Geng might not become an Elite Four member or Champion, but becoming a Top Trainer would be more than achievable.
The key to everything was persistence.
"Ugh..."
Luo Geng groggily wiped his face with a towel. Naturally, Heiduo was not going to wash his face for him. Luo Geng ought to handle such trivial matters himself, though it felt unfamiliar after seven years of having his mother do it for him.
But after bathing by himself yesterday, he understood that he had to start getting used to it.
Heiduo had thought Luo Geng had learned nothing from his father or his previous teacher, but that was not the case.
Luo Geng had started learning to read at four. He had stumbled along until he was seven, yet he still recognized very few characters. Forget the poetry and literary couplets written by scholars in Heiduo's previous life—just a five-hundred-word essay was enough to make him restless for an entire day.
But he had learned one skill.
—[Learning].
Even if one was as stupid as a pig or as dull as wood,