Pokémon: The Strongest Xiaomao

On Friday, February 2th, Mr. Mao finally returned to his villa in Kanaz City.

"Thank you, Dawu-san, for asking you to pick me up specially." Mr. Mao smiled sheepishly.

After the battle with Rayquaza in the desert, Mr. Shigeru, Sakaki and the others parted ways, preparing to go home.

Then, Mr. Mao was embarrassed to find that his flying mounts, Charizard and Tyrannosaurus, had consumed a lot of energy, and Charizard was also drunk...

Mr. Mao really didn't have the courage to let him fly with people, even if the fire-breathing dragon stared at him expectantly.

Mr. Mao's claws were numb for a while, so he couldn't ride back with Rayqua. In that case, he would be on the hot search list that night instead of tomorrow...

Fortunately, we were fishing... Ahem, Mr. Miner happened to be digging rocks on the edge of the desert area, so he "picked up" Mr. Mao back.

In other words, the fight in the center of the desert was so dark that this guy could accept it with peace of mind and then calmly mined on the edge, which also impressed Xiao Mao.

"Because, with you here, I have nothing to worry about." Daigo explained matter-of-factly.

"You should worry a little bit." Mr. Mao curled his lips dissatisfied.

Labor and management have no intention of taking over your job. Don’t develop this idea of ​​relying on me. It’s very dangerous!

"It's okay, I will pay for handling the crisis, that's it, bye~" Giving Xiao Mao a knowing look, Dawu drove away in a luxury off-road vehicle.

"Tch~" Mr. Mao snorted softly, opened the door and walked home.

"I'm back!" Seeing the lights on the second floor, Master Mao smiled slightly and announced loudly.

Dong-dong-dong...a flurry of sounds. Then I saw three little ghost heads poking out from the stairs.

"Teacher!" The three little ones cheered in surprise and rushed downstairs.

"Okay, okay, everyone has a New Year's gift." Mr. Mao was already prepared. He took out the prepared energy cubes and the training plan for the three little animals from his bag and handed them over.

"Thank you, teacher!" Kimimaro hugged the glass jar in his hand tightly.

Put the luggage back in the bedroom and ask Gardevoir to help pack it. Xiaomao returned to the living room again.

"Next, let's report on the results of the holiday practice." Mr. Mao was leisurely holding a coffee cup, running errands and sitting on the sofa. Look at the three apprentices.

"If anyone dares to tell me that he just had fun during the winter vacation, I will let him feel the weight of this ruler today."

The three little ones suddenly shivered and stood at attention side by side.

"Youshu, you are the first to enter the class, so you say it first." Mr. Mao first looked at the chosen one he was most looking forward to.

"Hehe~ I've got eight badges already, give in, give in~" Yushu took out his badge collection box with a stern look on his face and raised his head arrogantly.

"The speed is good." Mr. Mao nodded with satisfaction. Being able to obtain the badges of Miss Naqi and Mr. Adam shows that Youshu has indeed improved a lot during this winter vacation.

The most important thing is that Xiaozhi seems to have just reached Yinyu City now, and he still has two badges left.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number. Xiaozhi's energetic voice came: "Xiao Mao, why did you call me?"

"What? How do you know that my student has already obtained eight badges?" Mr. Mao said exaggeratedly, and then hung up the phone directly.

On the other end of the phone, Xiaozhi lowered his head, his face gradually turning red from suppressing his emotions.

"You're crazy!" Xiaozhi slammed the phone angrily.

"That thing is quite expensive. Besides, if you buy a new mobile phone, aren't you contributing to Mr. Mao's little treasury?" Xiaogang said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry.

Xiaozhi: Yes! (／_＼) Great resentment.

"Sister, I think Xiaozhi is really stupid sometimes." Xiaosheng wanted to make up for it...

Xiaozhi: 嗗Σ_(???」∠)~

"Pika...Pikachu..." Pikachu patted Xiaozhi on the shoulder, lowered his head and sighed. This generation of trainers is really difficult to train.

"Okay, next one." After Yin Yang finished Xiaozhi, Mr. Mao felt refreshed and continued to check the student's strength.

Manchu's face turned red: "I...I only got seven badges."

"I'll go! (⊙o⊙)" Xiao Mao was shocked. Although this little guy has the help of the people of Meteor, his strength has increased too fast.

But think about it, the current lineup is full: three-in-one Magneto, Elledor, and Poison Rose. Chinese Valentine's Day bluebird, desert dragonfly.

It doesn't seem to be difficult to understand.

"Keep up the good work. I hope you can participate in this Fang Yuan Alliance with Youshu." Mr. Mao nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, teacher, I will work hard." Manchun responded firmly.

Let the sickly self grow into a strong Pokémon trainer. This kind of kindness must be repaid even if it means working hard!

This is one of the reasons why this child's growth rate is exaggerated. Because his beliefs are different, his growth rate is also different.

Obtaining a Pokémon and chasing the peak honors of a trainer, these things that may seem normal to ordinary children are completely unimaginable in their dreams.

Just when he had given up hope and decided to try one last time and let go, Xiao Mao appeared and gave him everything he wanted.

So he wanted to hold on to a life-saving straw, how could he not work hard.

And such people will one day catch their own towering tree.

Kimimaro reported last. The child took out the box cautiously: "I got four ribbons and six badges."

"That's right, you put your heart into it." Mr. Mao smiled encouragingly.

The cycle of gorgeous contests is relatively fixed. During the winter vacation, there are only 5 gorgeous contests in total.

Kimimaro got three of the ribbons while distracted from participating in the gym competition.

After all, this child has abundant resources and the greatest improvement.

"Very good. It seems that the three of you have not wasted any time. I am very pleased to be my master." Mr. Mao smiled and put away the "mace" in his hand.

The three little ones swallowed and nodded. Oh my god, escape!

"Okay, let's all go to bed early. We have to have a good class starting tomorrow." Mr. Mao flipped through his notes.

"Before June, the school will organize final exams. Failure in cultural classes will affect your qualifications for the exchange competition.

So, you know what I mean, right? "The corners of Mr. Mao's mouth curved dangerously.

"Okay teacher..." Yuuki immediately shrank his neck in fear. The three of them were all serious about their studies, and Kimimaro was the top student.

Only Yushu, in his cultural class, really has a kind of beauty that doesn't care about his own life and death...

After sending away the three students, Mr. Mao slowly returned to his bedroom.

Ibrahimovic has fallen asleep on the bed, and on the deck chair on the balcony, Pokjigu is leading Celebi and Jirachi to play black games passionately.

Seeing Mr. Mao return to the house, the three little ones immediately gathered around him and started chirping at him.

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly." Mr. Mao calmed down and used Changpan's power.

After a while, Mr. Mao couldn't help but laugh and cry, let go?

"What the hell? Do you want me to build a signal tower for Dreamer?" It turned out that after the World Tree had a convulsion last time, the magnetic field seemed a bit disordered.

This has also resulted in the network on Dream's side being always good and bad, which has seriously affected the quality of the cute team's black games.

No, Pokkisi immediately thought of the almighty shit shoveler and ran to ask for help.

"Well, don't worry, I'll find a professional to consult." Mr. Mao took out his phone and dialed the number he just got.

"Hello, I'm not at home right now. If you have anything, please leave a message after the beep.

Beep..."

Listening to the familiar magnetic male voice, Mr. Mao's mouth twitched: "Akroma, are you kidding me?"

"Ahem! It turned out to be a cadre. Sorry, I thought it was another idiot from the equipment department who came to do something for me." Akroma complained mercilessly.

"Well, I have something to consult with you." Mr. Mao nodded and continued.

"No problem. If you have anything to say, I'll be available at any time." Akroma said without hesitation.

The two bodyguards at the door of Akroma couldn't help but give a thumbs up: Six... the double standard makes you understand!