Chapter 1: Typing Like a Pro
Chapter 1: Typing Like a Pro
On a bright and sunny afternoon.
At the Kanaz Pokemon Academy, in the Pokemon Psychology Counseling Room.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”
A somewhat harsh noise emanated from the Golem Coffee Grinder.
Jing He, with practiced movements, caught the falling powder with the portafilter, then used the Geodude Powder Distributor and the Rhydon Tamper to press the powder down. Finally, he inserted it into the Blastoise Espresso Machine and pressed the manual extraction button.
His gaze, however, remained fixed on a paper on the desk.
Hypothesis on Pokemon Temperament and Ability Expression.
No deviation from the topic, and no errors in writing or text.
Drip, drip—
As the coffee was finished, he also finished a quick read through the page.
Holding the Psyduck mug filled with coffee, he slowly walked to the window.
Golden sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his chest.
Dust particles danced in the beams of light.
Jing He took a small sip of coffee, opened the window, and inhaled the air, which was gradually losing its summer heat.
He exhaled slowly and murmured to himself, “Before I knew it, it’s been three days.”
His name is Jing He, and in his previous life, he was a seasoned Pokemon enthusiast.
Three days ago, he mysteriously found himself in this world filled with Pokemon.
At first, he experienced confusion and despair.
Fortunately, the original occupant of his body left him a decent job—Pokemon Psychology Instructor.
As everyone knows, Pokemon are a group of kind, adorable, and friendly creatures.
Except for the occasional 10,000-volt electric shock, a few hundred-degree flame, a meal of a ton or two, or swallowing a trainer a dozen times, they’re pretty harmless.
Besides, just thinking about these Pokemon being commanded by determined, mentally sound, and strategic ten-year-olds is quite reassuring.
Since it was still before the school year started, the school was nearly empty, with only a few staff members on the field using Machokes to mow the grass.
Jing He sipped his coffee and walked back to his desk.
‘Even when school starts, I won’t be too busy.’
He thought to himself and turned on his computer.
Logging into the Pokemon League website, he was greeted with a flood of Pokemon news, and the top headline—A New Genius from the Dragon Master Clan!
“Huh, an old acquaintance.”
Though he knew them, they didn’t know him.
Below the headline was a poster.
A young man with short brownish-red hair, a determined face, and a confident smile, dressed in a deep blue Searcher uniform with a stylish red cloak, stood alongside a roaring Charizard and a fierce Gyarados.
The poster also had a smaller text.
“‘Dragon Tamer’ Koga joins the Kanto League Searcher Department! Skilled in raising and battling Dragon-type Pokemon: Charizard and Gyarados.”
He would believe this news if at least one of those Pokemon wasn’t a Flying-type.
“Sigh, this world isn’t exactly peaceful.”
Jing He sighed quietly.
The existence of “Searchers” was the best proof.
Over the past few days, he discovered to his shock that the mortality rate among trainers was alarmingly high!
After all, while some Pokemon are friendly to humans, others harbor significant hostility.
Moreover, getting injured by an opponent’s Pokemon during a battle is not uncommon.
Not everyone has the constitution of a Super Newbie.
Of course, Poke Balls aren’t expensive, and many ordinary people have the opportunity to catch Pokemon. There are plenty of Pokemon lovers who own Pokemon.
However, there’s a significant difference between these people and “trainers.”
To become a “qualified” trainer, one must possess ample knowledge, resources, wealth, and connections.
However, now that he was here, Jing He naturally wanted to try his hand at the “trainer” profession, but given his current conditions...
“Pursuing a Pokemon Doctorate seems more realistic.”
But how easy is that?
Jing He shook his head, glanced through a few more news articles, and then opened the channel dedicated to Pokemon Doctors and Researchers.
Logging in with his account, the main page displayed his identity information, as well as all the papers and research topics he had published.
The original occupant was a Pokemon scholar with dreams of achieving the highest academic degree in the Pokemon world.
However, those dreams were dashed by the harsh realities of life.
Pokemon Psychology wasn’t a popular research field.
Moreover, the original occupant’s research direction was “The Potential Link Between Pokemon Emotions, Abilities, and Trainers.”
In a nutshell, Jing He's work revolves around a deep analysis of phrases like "stand up" and "persevere."
However, as a time traveler, Jing He believes he can leverage his advantages to make some minor adjustments to the original owner's research.
For instance, exploring the potential link between Pokemon personalities and their ability stats.
This immediately clarified the direction of his research.
To this end, he even drafted a hypothesis paper, ready to publish it.
“Ding!”
While browsing through the original owner's papers, a chat window suddenly flashed.
He clicked it open.
It turned out a user named "Who Am I" had sent him a message.
"What is the meaning of Pokemon battles?"
The original owner had once set up a small channel on a website called "Jing He's Pokemon Psychological Counseling Room."
The purpose was to connect with more diverse Pokemon, understand their psychology better, and gather research materials.
However, the original owner was not well-known, and online psychological counseling seemed unreliable, so there were few inquiries.
Since its inception, only a handful of people had asked questions.
Unexpectedly, someone reached out today.
Without a second thought, Jing He tapped out a quick reply.
"Getting stronger."
“Ding!”
The response came back faster than he expected.
He clicked it open.
"What is the meaning of getting stronger?"
'Hmm? Not a typical angsty teenager?'
In his memory, the few times the original owner had engaged in counseling, it was clear the other party was an angsty teenager, who would be fired up by the answer "getting stronger."
But this time, it was different.
Before he could type a response, the other party sent another message.
"What if you're already the strongest?"
Jing He's lips twitched at this.
That's a bit presumptuous.
Who dares to call themselves the strongest?
Even future champions wouldn't claim to be the strongest, right?
He glanced at the sender's name, "Who Am I." Clearly, this person had strong doubts about their own existence and value, yet they were making a definitive statement about their Pokemon being the strongest.
After a moment's thought, he typed out a response.
"Sorry, I was just joking earlier."
"What is the meaning of Pokemon battles? No one can give a completely accurate definition. Everyone has their own understanding. Some want to get stronger, while others simply enjoy the thrill of battle, the joy and glory of victory, the rush of adrenaline, and the deeper connection with their Pokemon. You and your Pokemon need to find the answer together."
This time, the response took longer.
The other party might be pondering his somewhat vague answer.
After a while, the message came back.
"He seems to enjoy the superiority that comes with power."
He?
Jing He was taken aback.
A typo, perhaps.
Due to his work on papers, he had a keen eye for such things.
"That might be his way of enjoying battles. However, Pokemon exist for more than just battles. You can try doing things other than battling to better understand each other," Jing He replied.
"Things?"
"Like sharing a meal you both enjoy, watching a movie together, or even cooking a meal together?"
"Cooking?"
Online counseling had its limitations.
As a psychology researcher, Jing He tried to profile the other party based on the conversation.
But with insufficient information, the answers were contradictory.
Arrogant, yet deeply self-doubting.
"I'll try talking to that person."
Just as Jing He was considering whether the other party needed in-person counseling, another message came through.
He stared at the words "that person" on the screen, slightly dazed.
Wait a minute!
The other party... isn't a Trainer?!
Before he could fully process this, the other party's avatar went dark.
Jing He pressed his lips together and sat in a daze for a while before slowly coming to his senses.
So, the person he was chatting with... was a Pokemon?
He glanced at the channel name, "Jing He's Pokemon Psychological Counseling Room."
It made sense.
If it's a "Pokemon Psychological Counseling Room," shouldn't it be for Pokemon to receive counseling?
But who would have thought a Pokemon would actually come for counseling?
He opened his mouth.
And managed to say only one thing.
"...You type pretty well."
(End of Chapter)
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