Nothing happened over the next two days.
Lance and Clair continued their trip through Paldea, still wandering around Casseroya Lake in hopes of seeing more "interesting" Dragon Pokémon.
Qingyu, meanwhile, no longer accompanied them because of his duties as a Gym Leader.
Before long, Friday evening arrived.
With a week of Gym work finally over, Qingyu was not the only one breathing a sigh of relief. Mewtwo, the Clone Pokémon it had raised, and the Pokémon on long-term loan to the Gym were all exhausted.
With Team Star's establishment, more and more students were coming to challenge the Gym. Since Sunshine Gym was also the closest Gym to Mesagoza, it naturally took on most of their challenges.
Qingyu was grateful he had had the foresight to divide the Gym challenges into different modes. That allowed Mewtwo and the loaned Pokémon capable of battling independently to shoulder most of the work. Otherwise, he might already have collapsed from exhaustion...
The students enjoyed their challenges, Mewtwo steadily improved its skills as a Trainer, and the loaned Pokémon gradually picked up various tactics through battling, greatly improving their strength.
In short, everyone felt they were winning big.
Of course, since the Pokémon had all worked so hard, he could hardly let them down on his end.
So, on this relaxing evening before the weekend, Qingyu thoughtfully prepared a "lavish" feast for them.
"Graaow!"
The instant dinnertime arrived, Miraidon seemed to sense something outside. It abruptly stood up, glanced at the last rays of the setting sun, then dove into the Gym without looking back.
Useless at everything except eating, where it took first place-nothing could have described Miraidon better.
But when Miraidon reached the kitchen, it immediately stopped in its tracks.
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