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be mine!.
Chapter 42's goal isn't the reward, but paving the way for Dratini!
The door to dormitory 401 was pushed open, and a hot, hormonal, and excited atmosphere rushed out.
"Dragon Dance! Holy crap, it's the Dragon Dance learning device!!"
Chen Hao's eyes were practically spitting fire as he stared intently at the line of gold text on his communicator screen, his whole body trembling with excitement.
"If my precious dragon could learn this move, its attack and speed would double! Who in the freshman competition could stop me?!"
He waved his fists, spittle flying everywhere, as if he could already see himself riding a Salamence, dominating the arena.
On the other hand, the lean and muscular Zhang Wei was much calmer.
He didn't roar; he simply crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, but his eyes, fixed on the screen, burned with the same burning fighting spirit.
His finger swiped across the virtual screen, landing precisely on the name of another skill.
"Body building."
Concise and to the point, just like his own style.
As a pure combat fanatic, he has begun to rapidly construct a tactical system in his mind that centers on "bodybuilding" and maximizes physical attack and defense.
Inside the dormitory, the discussions grew louder and louder.
"This school has really gone mad, actually giving away such a strategic-level skills learning device as a reward!"
"That's right! In previous years, we only got some high-level tree fruits or regular skill discs at most. This year, they're practically forcing us to compete to the death!"
The two were having a heated discussion when, as if they had planned it, they both turned their attention to the most silent and thickest "thigh" in the dormitory.
Lin Che was facing away from them, calmly organizing his backpack, neatly categorizing and stacking energy cubes and healing potions for cultivation.
His calm demeanor, so different from the frenzied atmosphere around him, created a world of its own.
"Brother Che!"
Chen Hao approached with a fawning expression, his face full of expectation.
"And you? With your strength, the championship is definitely yours! So many rare TMs, which one do you want? 'Overheat' or 'Solar Beam'? Equip them on your Arcanine and Ninetales, and they'll be invincible!"
Lin Che paused for a moment while tidying his backpack.
Upon hearing this, he slowly shook his head.
There were no extra movements, no complicated expressions, just a simple head shake.
Then, he spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching Chen Hao and Zhang Wei's ears.
"Those skill learning devices."
"I don't need any of them."
"what?"
Chen Hao's smile froze instantly.
Zhang Wei unconsciously loosened his arms, his brows furrowed, and he looked puzzled.
unnecessary?
That's a rare skill that can dramatically change a Pokémon's strength! It's a treasure that countless trainers dream of!
Lin Che turned around and finally looked directly at his two roommates.
His eyes were deep and calm, and beneath that calmness surged a strategic brilliance that they could not comprehend at all, as if it could pierce through time and see into the distant future.
"I participate in the competition with only one goal."
The air in the dormitory seemed to become thick and sticky at that moment.
Chen Hao and Zhang Wei both held their breath, waiting for him to continue.
"That's the champion's reward—entry into the 'Dragon Vault'."
Dragon-type Secret Vault?
This term was too unfamiliar and distant for Chen Hao and Zhang Wei.
All they knew was that it was one of the most central and heavily guarded forbidden areas of the school, and ordinary students weren't even allowed to approach it.
Lin Che ignored their astonishment and continued speaking. His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable weight.
"My Mini Dragon is still in its infancy, having just been acquired."
"It is too early for it to have any powerful skill learner."
His gaze seemed to penetrate the dormitory walls and see the little guy with boundless potential sleeping soundly in the incubation center.
"Learning powerful skills too early will only deplete their potential and solidify their growth path. It's like making an infant practice weightlifting; the result will only be deformity and injury."
"What it needs most right now is not fancy moves."
Lin Che spoke slowly and deliberately, each word striking a chord in the hearts of Chen Hao and Zhang Wei.
"Instead, it's the Dragon-type Secret Vault, containing top-tier resources that can fundamentally improve the physique of Dragon-type Pokémon, stimulate their bloodline potential, and solidify their life essence."
"I participate in the competition not for those superficial awards."
"It is to lay the first and most important foundation stone for its future."
These words were like a heavy hammer blow, completely shattering the fanatical fantasies about "Dance of the Dragon" and "bodybuilding" in Chen Hao and Zhang Wei's minds.
The excitement and elation on their faces seemed so insignificant and short-sighted in the face of Lin Che's grand and far-reaching strategic blueprint.
It turns out that while they were still basking in the glory of owning a single brick, Lin Che was already conceiving of how to build a magnificent palace leading to the Hall of Champions.
This gap is no longer about strength, but about vision, perspective, and understanding of the word "trainer"—it's a world of difference.
The dormitory was deathly silent.
Chen Hao opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.
Zhang Wei clenched his fists silently, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of understanding.
Lin Che did not offer any further explanation.
Some paths are destined to be lonely.
Some visionary ideas don't need to be understood by everyone.
He shouldered his neatly packed backpack and left the dormitory alone.
The afternoon sun shines through the gaps in the foliage along the tree-lined path, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Lin Che walked through the crowd, his steps slow but exceptionally firm.
He went straight to the magnificent student council building located in the heart of the school.
Long queues formed at the qualifying registration area, and the air was filled with noise and chatter.
Ignoring the curious glances from those around him, Lin Che walked directly to the registration desk and picked up the registration form that symbolized both challenge and opportunity.
The pen tip scratched across the paper, making a soft, rustling sound.
The two characters "Lin Che" are written with sharp strokes, full of power.
As he put down his pen and turned to leave, the last rays of the setting sun streamed in through the huge French windows.
The golden light stretched his shadow long, very long, projecting it straight onto the polished marble floor, exuding determination and an indomitable spirit.
Chapter 43: Battle Masterclass - A Textbook Example of a Comeback!
On Wednesday afternoon, in the largest lecture hall of the Department of Tactical Theory at Shanghai Elf University, the air was filled with a unique scent that blended scholarly atmosphere with youthful hormones.
The classroom, which can accommodate 500 people, was packed to capacity, with even the aisles filled with students listening in.
On the podium, an elderly professor with a full head of silver hair, meticulously combed, was giving a memorable online lecture on combat to the freshmen in his calm and magnetic voice.
He is Zhuge Yun, a titan in the field of tactical theory, a living textbook.
The core focus today is on reviewing the situation.
Let's revisit a classic match from last year's National Trainer Tournament finals that was enough to overturn countless people's perceptions.
"Students, please look at the big screen."
Professor Zhuge Yun tapped the control panel, and the giant holographic screen behind him, which occupied the entire wall, lit up instantly.
The noisy stadium scene and deafening cheers instantly engulfed the quiet classroom.
The camera focuses on the two ends of the battlefield.
On one side was the challenger, and before him stood a giant scyther covered in a crimson steel exoskeleton. Its pincers gleamed with a cold, metallic light as they opened and closed, exuding an imposing aura.
On the other side was the most popular seeded player to win the championship. His ace was a fire-breathing dragon that hovered in mid-air, its body radiating heat waves and its terrifying aura distorting the air.
The picture freezes.
Professor Zhuge Yun pushed up his reading glasses and his deep gaze swept over every young and focused face in the audience.
"A Steel-type Scizor facing a Fire-type Charizard."
His voice was calm and measured, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
"The attribute panel tells us that Fire beats Steel, dealing double damage. Scizor also has the Bug type, which is also weak to Fire, so the damage is doubled again."
"Four times the effect is outstanding."
"This means that in a pure attribute confrontation, it is an absolute dead end."
He paused, then emphasized his words.
"Any textbook you can find in the library will clearly tell you that in this matchup, Scizor's win rate is infinitely close to zero."
A suppressed murmur arose from the audience.
This is not a war, this is a massacre.
Lin Che sat in the front row, his eyes fixed on the screen. His breathing was steady, but his heart was beating slightly faster. He knew that the essence of this lesson was about to begin.
Professor Zhuge Yun ignored the students' comments and simply pressed the play button again.