This story had been serialized for who knows how many days, reaching a total of 1.16 million Chinese characters.
After thinking it over for a long time, I decided to post a separate chapter to chat with everyone.
You might laugh when I say this, but I started writing this book purely out of love.
Love for Pokémon, love for Cynthia, love for Dawn, Misty, Erika, Rosa, May...
Ahem, I got a little sidetracked.
I still remembered being in elementary school and seeing my classmates playing Dark Phantom, FireRed, and LeafGreen.
Those three games probably sounded familiar to a lot of you. Who knew how many people got into Pokémon through them?
Back then, seeing my classmates having so much fun made me itch to try it myself.
Especially after a classmate lent me their handheld for two hours-I was completely hooked.
It was one of those little handhelds that cost a hundred-something yuan and took memory cards. I wondered if any of you had played on one.
Then I went home and begged my mom to buy me one too. She treated me to a nice, hearty slap.
I pestered her for ages, but she absolutely refused to buy it.
Eventually, with no other options, I waited.
Waited for Chinese New Year.
Everyone got lucky money at New Year, after all.
I figured, once I got my lucky money, I wouldn't even ask for much. Surely Mom could buy me a handheld then?
But after I finally made it to New Year and collected a pile of red envelopes, Mom hit me with, "I'll keep it safe for you so you don't waste it."
That was when I brought up buying a handheld again.
This time, Mom didn't hit me. She gave me a thorough brainwashing instead.
She talked