Baby Eevee's obsession with air conditioner runoff was still being thwarted by Sylveon, leaving no chance to indulge it. As August drew to a close, another school year began.
At National Flag Plaza, the colleges' welcome tents went up one after another in the morning sunlight. The plaza only bore that name because the flag-raising site happened to be right beside it.
The Ornamental Fountain, which was switched on only sporadically on ordinary days, was running at full blast, offering the new students an especially warm welcome.
Every tent had a Pokémon rest area beside it.
Besides the Battle Studies Department, plenty of students in other majors had brought Pokémon along. Even studying an ordinary subject unrelated to Pokémon, such as accounting, didn't stop them from bringing their Pokémon.
The special nature of Pokémon meant their presence could be found in many industries, but there were some fields even Pokémon couldn't participate in. Accounting was one of them.
After all, it was hard to make a Pokémon take the fall. Behind any Pokémon deliberately falsifying accounts, there would always be a human Trainer.
The Graduate School's tent stood in the northwest corner of the plaza, looking particularly quiet among the bustling undergraduate department booths. After all, it had far fewer students than the undergraduate programs.
"Why did you and I end up here...?"
"Because the professor had bad luck this year and drew the short straw."
The Graduate School had an unwritten rule: each faculty adviser took turns sending students to help welcome the newcomers.
To avoid arguments, they settled it with the most basic method of all: drawing lots.
Apparently, Lü Ming hadn't been picked for seven years running. This year, however, his luck clearly wasn't very good.
At least, it wasn't good enough for Xin Mu and the