Pokemon:Monster modifier

Alex naturally had no problems with the first two tests.

There were more than 20 applicants, and soon the examiner made an assessment.

The result was not surprising; whether it was the written test, practical operation, or interview, Alex was the undisputed number one.

After passing the assessment, the job fair had nothing more to do with him.

Led by a school teacher, Alex came to the school staff dormitory.

Looking at his first home in this world, Alex finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Your class won't begin until tomorrow, so take a rest here today," the teacher said kindly.

Alex nodded and saw the teacher pull out a booklet from his pocket, "By the way, this is for you. It's the basic code of our school. You should familiarize yourself with it first."

Alex naturally had no objection: "Okay."

After speaking, the teacher left.

The room was not big, but compared with the student dormitory in his previous life, it could already be called very luxurious.

One bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom. Although it wasn't big, it was completely sufficient for a single person.

Alex was a little emotional; compared with this, where he went to college back then felt like a doghouse!

He briefly familiarized himself with the layout of the room, then went to the kitchen to boil some water and, while waiting, released Archeops from the Master Ball.

He touched its head. Although he knew it couldn't understand, Alex still asked: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

Archeops tilted its head.

The dead fish had already been thrown into the trash can by Alex, and now he only had a few berries left on him. After thinking about it, he fed all the berries to Archeops.

After seeing that Archeops knew how to eat by itself, he finally picked up the booklet and started to read it.

In this world, children who have reached the age of ten are eligible to receive their initial Pokémon from the local Pokémon Professor.

The league will hand over the three starter Pokémon to the local professor for selection.

But not everyone can have this treatment.

The power of the big families does not need this qualification because they will provide rarer Pokémon to the younger generation than the starters.

Except for the direct descendants of the league, most of the children who can receive Pokémon from the professor have a very rich family background and no worries about food and clothing, like Ash and others in the anime.

As for civilians and below, there is no such treatment. Maybe the league fears they will not be able to support them?

But this is not to say that civilians cannot become trainers, and the league will not distribute initial Pokémon to them, but they can find ways to obtain initial Pokémon by themselves.

Although realistic, this does not hinder people's love for Pokémon and becoming a trainer.

However, before they go on a trip, the League will conduct a three-year school education for children under the age of ten and over the age of seven, teaching them some basic knowledge of Pokémon and trainers, along with normal subjects.

After three years, those who want to become trainers can directly graduate and travel.

If they are not interested in this, or do not want to travel halfway, they can choose to enter a higher school to learn physics, mathematics, language, and other knowledge.

And this Petalburg Pokémon Junior School is such an existence.

After simply flipping through the pamphlet, Alex had a general idea of the situation in this world.

At the same time, in the office of the teaching building.

Principal Kiriyama sat behind the desk and looked at the test questions of the applicants. There were more than 20 applicants, and only Alex got full marks.

He nodded in satisfaction. At this time, a teacher in charge of registering new recruits came in from outside and handed over the form in his hand.

Principal Kiriyama took a look and was surprised: "He's only ten years old?"

Because Alex had previously said that he was already twelve years old, the school didn't know his real age, and now he was a little surprised to see his identity information.

The teacher hesitated and said, "Principal, is this age inappropriate?"

Principal Kiriyama recalled Alex's performance just now and said: "That kid is smarter than some adults."

Some bereaved children do grow up early and become hypersensitive to the outside world.

Let alone a child who has lived in seclusion with his parents in the forest since he was a child and has never been to the human world.

The reason why he declared that he was twelve years old was probably because he was afraid that others would refuse to offer him a job because of his age?

Thinking about it carefully, this statement is also reasonable.

At this moment, Principal Kiriyama really wanted to know what his parents, who were reclusive scholars, taught him during the days when he lived in seclusion.

Principal Kiriyama sighed and didn't intend to ask the specific reason. He said: "Forget it, let's see his teaching ability first. If there is no problem, it is him. You can continue to work."

The teacher said yes, turned, and left the principal's office.

Alex didn't know what happened here.

In the evening, an enthusiastic teacher called him to have dinner with him.

Alex glanced at the sleeping Archeops, thought for a while, and didn't disturb it.

"Will the school cafeteria provide food for the teachers' Pokémon?" Alex asked.

"Yes, but there are only some ordinary foods that can fill their stomachs," the male teacher replied, and he followed Alex's gaze to look at Archeops, very surprised: "A Pokémon I've never seen before. Are you its trainer?"

Alex made up: "It comes from the Galar region, and it is a Pokémon left to me by my parents."

The male teacher also heard about what happened to Alex. He looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and when he brought up his sadness, he said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry."

Alex felt numb and said with a wooden face: "I understand, the dead cannot be brought back to life."

The male teacher put his arm around his shoulders enthusiastically: "That's right! As long as you can think about it, let's go, I'll take you to dinner! By the way, my name is Nishida Tsuyoshi, you can call me Brother Tsuyoshi!"

Alex: "Good job, Brother Tsuyoshi."

This person gave him the feeling of being a fun-loving roommate in university in his previous life, and his personality was also very cheerful and outgoing. In just one dinner time, Alex got to know many other teachers in the school through him.

Before the dinner was about to turn into a welcome ceremony, Alex hurriedly left the cafeteria with the packed Pokémon food.

When he returned to the dormitory, the sky outside had also darkened.

With a "click," bright incandescent lights suddenly illuminated the entire room.

But the place where Archeops originally slept was already vacant.

Alex's heart skipped a beat, but he soon remembered Archeops's morning habit of going out to catch fish in the forest before and breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't dare to relax completely.

He was a little worried; what if Archeops was attacked outside?

He was not worried about Archeops, but his opponent and himself.

If Archeops's counterattack affects innocent humans or expensive things, I'm afraid he won't be able to pay for it even if he sells himself!

Fortunately, Archeops didn't worry him for too long.

Soon, it flew back from the night with a fish in its mouth and landed on the desk.

Seeing this scene, Alex finally let go of his hanging heart.

He took the packed food, sat on a chair, opened the bag, and pushed the lunch box over: "Eat!"

Archeops tilted its head, spat out the dying fish in its mouth, and pushed it toward Alex with its beak.

"You want to support me?" Alex laughed.

Archeops's eyes and expression were still dumbfounded, and it didn't answer.

Under the warm light, Alex was suddenly moved.

He thought of the description of Archeops: You are its favorite trainer, and it loves you more than itself.

Even though it can't understand human language, it still hasn't forgotten to love its trainer.