December 24, Christmas Eve. Weather: light snow.
After resting at Mt. Pyre for two days, Young Master Mao returned to his villa in Rustboro City with Gengar.
Once he returned to his daily routine, Young Master Mao was forced to remember that he was still a substitute teacher.
When he saw that his original four classes a week had become ten, Young Master Mao wanted to challenge that old man Enzo to a duel on the spot.
But under the Principal's sugar-coated barrage of promises of extra pay and an early end-of-term vacation, Young Master Mao still gave in.
It wasn't that he was particularly short of money now. The early vacation was simply too tempting.
After teaching a dozen or so lectures in a row, Young Master Mao had successfully trained a bunch of Coordination Department students into ravenous wolves.
Things like sacrificing a few points if it meant messing with their opponents right from the start.
Fake Out-a huge slap right across the face. Let's see if the opponent could still get up gracefully.
Or a sliding tackle followed by Night Slash straight up the backside. The guiding principle was: I might not be very graceful, but you'd definitely end up looking worse...
Watching the students rub their hands eagerly, Young Master Mao retired with satisfaction after a job well done and officially began his winter vacation.
Christmas in late December, New Year's Day in January, and the New Year in mid-January.
I'm celebrating every damn one of them! Young Master Mao thought swaggeringly.
With Christmas approaching, last night's weather forecast had predicted snow.
Sure enough, when he woke up early that morning, snowflakes were drifting outside the window.
Dressed in a white turtleneck sweater, Young Master Mao sat on the second-floor bay window seat, holding Eevee in