Pokémon: My Dad is Kyurem

Chapter 98 Bug-type Gym

At the volcano's waist, Qi Hao and Wan Xingqing were leaving the place under Lao Qian's guidance, with Ai Yin still following behind. Qi Hao was too lazy to care what she was up to.

"Squad leader, where to? My house, the old dojo, okay, one night, Bina, tomorrow." Wan Xingqing offered a suggestion, but she said that short ones were fine, but long ones sounded really uncomfortable.

Qi Hao tried to understand, and after a few minutes, he tentatively asked, "Bina won't be here until tomorrow, can I stay at your dojo for a day?"

Wan Xinqing nodded; that was roughly what she meant.

"(? _? ? ?)? Next time I go out with you, I must bring Tianshui, no matter what." Qi Hao's face was full of black lines, but Wan Xingqing was at least better than Chen Mu, that guy was just a human mosaic.

To everyone's surprise, Wan Xingqing started nodding repeatedly after hearing this, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Qi Hao expectantly. Goodness, something's not right with you. You're plotting something against Tianshui.

"Let's go back to the Scizor's tribe first and talk to them. The old folks will worry." Qi Hao pulled Old Man Scyther over.

“Indeed, the old man will be worried.” Scizor pointed in the direction of the tribe. “Let’s go, to say our final goodbyes.”

"(?_＞?) Mantis! (No need, I'll do it myself.)" A green afterimage flashed by, and the old Scyther appeared in front of Qi Hao and the others from a distance.

It seems that Lao Qiang's speed is inherited from his hands.

"Scyther. (As expected, it evolved right away. I'm so happy to see you found a trainer.)" The old Scyther stroked the old pincers' head, his kind eyes filled with relief.

"Mantis. (Oh, it seems that sir has also arrived.)" The old Scyther looked towards the crater, from which Kyurem flew over.

"Huh? It's you. My son wants your grandson. What's your opinion? Any advice or anything? Hurry up and say it." After saying that, she went back into the Poké Ball on Qi Hao's chest. To be honest, Qi Hao wasn't wearing a shirt yet.

The old mantis understood, grabbing the old pincers' shoulder and instructing, "Mantis. (Go and fight for your dreams. Remember to train hard under their wing and learn things you can't learn here.)"

"Yes, when I come back, you will see the truly powerful me. I will definitely become the absolute king!" Old Qian said confidently, which seemed a bit like a chuunibyou to outsiders.

But the old mantis knew that this wasn't childish or a joke; it was a dream that young people should have.

"Mantis! (Then I'll be waiting for you to come back in the tribe! Good luck, grandson! I'll take care of your parents!)" After saying that, he disappeared in a blur, his speed was truly amazing.

"Since that's the case, let's go. Now we don't need to lead the way. I'll go back to my Poké Ball first." Old Man Pincer reached out and pressed on the back of Qi Hao's hand. Qi Hao's Pokémon were always going in and out.

"Alright, let's go. Wan Xinqing, you lead the way. Although we can stay in a hotel, 10,000 a day is too expensive, and I also need to go to the city to buy some clothes." Qi Hao waved his hand, indicating that Wan Xinqing should lead the way.

Wan Xingqing looked at the clothes with the burned collar and said, "Okay, I'll have them too."

Then Qi Hao followed Wan Xingqing. It was good to have a local guide so he didn't have to worry about where to go next.

As darkness fell, Qi Hao emerged from the mall.

"Damn it! Are you kidding me?! I was shirtless! And the staff took me to the women's clothing section!" Qi Hao grumbled at the entrance, wearing the same clothes he had on when he arrived. Does long hair automatically make someone a girl?!

Wan Xingqing covered the lower half of her face again with the collar of her new clothes.

She gave a thumbs up, her eyes slightly narrowed, "The class monitor, long hair, female, looks a lot like her."

Qi Hao covered his face. Oh no, he understood immediately this time! Damn it! Why couldn't he understand so easily at a time like this?!

"Alright, alright, take me to your dojo." Qi Hao put his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant.

"Yes, the old dojo, no, the dojo." Wan Xingqing spoke haltingly, but still led the way, guessing that her older brother had already prepared the meal.

“(?w? ) You should have told me before you left.” Ain, who had been utterly ignored, was left behind again.

Near the suburbs, a house stands here. It is a two-story wooden house that looks a bit out of place among the high-rise buildings, but its size is about the same as that of a villa.

Wan Xingqing didn't take Qi Hao to the main gate, but instead went around to the back of the house, where there was a small door.

"I'm back, brother." Wan Xingqing spoke from the doorway, without shouting or knocking.

"You're back? Why are you so late?" A voice came from inside the house, and Qi Hao recognized it.

The door opened, and a young man of about 18 years old came out. He looked at Qi Hao with a bit of a daze.

Qi Hao certainly noticed this: "Have we met before?"

"No, no, no, no," the other person quickly replied. "Xingqing, who is this?"

"Class monitor, one day, tomorrow, let's go." Wan Xinqing continued speaking haltingly, proving that she treated even her own brother the same way, except for Tianshui.

"Alright, come in. We have enough food, so let's make some more." He stepped aside, and Qi Hao entered under Wan Xingqing's guidance.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Wan Xingkong." Wan Xingkong politely introduced himself, closed the door, and then turned on his phone, seemingly doing something else.

"My name is Qi Hao," Qi Hao said briefly, then went inside to observe.

The main entrance leads to a spacious area that resembles a training ground or battlefield. The main entrance is blocked by a pile of debris, which explains why we had to use the back entrance.

Qi Hao pointed to the blocked door: "Isn't your house a dojo? Why is the front door blocked?"

"I already said it, the old martial arts school." Wan Xingqing's words this time were unclear.

Wan Xingkong picked up the thread and explained, "It used to be a gym, but it can no longer accommodate trainers."

“Aside from being a dojo in name only, I can only distribute one medal every six months, but there’s no limit to the benefits. It’s up to me; I can give them out if I want to, and I can’t if I don’t.” Wan Xinkong said, and Wan Xingqing took out a bug-type medal from her watch and handed it to Qi Hao.

"Do you need one?" Wan Xingqing asked, taking out a medal and handing it directly to Qi Hao. Then she took out a registration form from her watch.

"Qi Hao, right?" He typed Qi Hao's name in the message and clicked send in the bottom right corner. Qi Hao watched this scene unfold without any obstruction.

"By the way, what's the use of this medal?" Qi Hao lifted the badge and looked at it carefully. Calling it a medal was a bit of a stretch; it was more like a large image of a cricket.

“Medals are a necessity for participating in competitions. Of course, you can use achievements or titles to replace medals, as long as they can prove your strength,” Wan Xingkong said, and then gave a few more examples.

"For example, if you participate in the regional competition, you need to get 4 to 5 medals, and if you participate in the national competition, you need to get 18 medals in total from the four regions."

"Or if you achieve a high ranking in a competition, you can participate in a higher-level competition, and thus advance step by step."

"Or like your principal, Song Chenggong, whose title is King of the People. He doesn't need medals to prove his strength because of this title."

"Oh~ I see." Qi Hao had an "I understand" look on his face. "I believe your explanation, Lie..." Qi Hao was about to say something when he covered Wan Xingkong's mouth.

"Stop, stop, stop, come with me for a second." Wan Xingkong said, pulling Qi Hao into his room.

Under Wan Xingqing's strange gaze, Wan Xingkong dragged Qi Hao into the room.

Aiyin at the door: (?w?) I haven't even gone inside yet!