You are not allowed to date a trainer.

Chapter 59: Remarks on the Release of the Book: A Little Resentment
This book originated from a small grudge of mine.

I've loved animals since I was a child: turtles, goldfish, parrots, rabbits, dogs, cats... even spiders and snakes. I've tried to interact with and even raise these beautiful, docile, noisy, and dangerous pets. But most have been taken away by time or accidents. Now, I only have one silver-colored tabby kitten left. I call her "Xiao An," but her full name, "Antoineva," comes from a mobile game I once loved.

When I adopted Xiao An, I had this fantasy: When night falls, I'll carry the cat on my shoulders and walk into the corners of the city. If I see a rat making trouble, I'll pat its back. Then Xiao An will rush out and bite the rat to pieces. Unfortunately, although Xiao An is a cat, he has a rat's nerve. Not only can he not catch mice, but even the occasional bath outside would make his fur stand on end. This fantasy has never been realized, and I deeply regret it.

So I love Pokémon and envy those trainers who get to travel and adventure with their Pokémon companions. I often wonder what it would be like if Pokémon really existed in the world. I could climb Mount Tarzan with Pikachu, sit on the back of a dragon and watch the sun rise from the sea, or accompany a serpent to control desertification and beat up a swarm of sandstorms with a snarl, or get beaten up by a swarm of swarms.

When I get tired of traveling, I go back to my hometown, put on my coolest stand-collar windbreaker and sunglasses, and after school, lead my elf friends past the gates of every junior high school and elementary school, enjoying the children's amazement. Amidst their screams, my facial lines must be as hard as a secret agent.

This is the world of my dreams, traveling, adventure, meeting friends, and it would be great if there were a few more exclamations.

After I came across the novel, I was extremely eager to see such a book. I searched everywhere in the sea of ​​books like a little dolphin, but in the end I was always disappointed.

Why are ordinary people not qualified to possess elves?
Elves are differentiated by qualifications. Those with insufficient qualifications are discriminated against and deserve to be weak for the rest of their lives. Why?
Feeding items like Dragon's Fang, Unmelting Ice, Cloak of Aura, and Hard Stone to elves can make them stronger and even evolve. Am I reading a fairy tale novel?
Only children from privileged families can own the Three Great Families? Come on, sir! We're in the 21st century! Why do you still seem to be living in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties?
Oh, by the way, there are also the school belle and class belle who are bound to appear within three chapters. These are the characters I hate to see the most in Pokémon fan fiction. The appearance of such characters means that a large part of the early plot will be diverted away from the Pokémon, so my first reaction when I encounter such characters is to click the cross in the upper right corner of the webpage.

As this resentment accumulated, an idea gradually emerged in my mind:
Well, since there's no such book, I decided to write it myself, using my keyboard and pen to fulfill my dream. (The difficulty of this dream-making task was a bit beyond my expectations.)
But I still want to write. I want to write an interesting and heartwarming story. I want to write about a real world where humans and Pokémons coexist. I want to write about a boy with a Poké Ball on his waist who becomes the best trainer in the world. I want to write about him who becomes a great hero who stands tall and proud and shines in history. Most of all, I want to write about him and his friends who travel to every corner of the world and meet rivals and friends who are so powerful that even ten mountains cannot accommodate them. But in the end, everyone will still dance together hand in hand under the bright sunshine, regardless of Pokémon or human, just like the song "The Aim is to be a Pokémon Master".

——“We were rivals yesterday, but we are friends today.”

Thank you all my readers. Your clicks, votes, posts and rewards are my motivation for writing. As for the issue of update speed, it’s not that I’m lazy. I’m a restless person. When I write, I always have a lot of distracting thoughts. I often type 5,000 words, but when I look up and down, I find that I can’t even write 2,000 words that are worth reading and worthy of your reading.

I would also like to express my special thanks to the three readers, "岁月无痕头发" (Years Without Trace Hair Extensions), "I am a Waste" and "Gx" (in no particular order), who have been helping me with illustrations free of charge since the book was published. It's really hard work.

I would also like to thank my editor, Mr. Qingzhou, for not giving up on me even though my updates were so bad. He even got me a strong recommendation before the book was put on the shelves. I hope the final result of this book will not embarrass you.

Finally, I would like to thank my friends behind the scenes. You helped me to form the team, discuss tactics, review the plot, and translate the lines into dialects. Occasionally, you would yell at me on QQ, "We in Chengdu are not gay" and "At least I am not." Thank you, you made characters like Ying Jue, Chi Songya, and Lao Gu come alive.

Thank you for reading this far. I am Foxy Xiabian, the author of this ridiculous and fabricated book "You Are Not Allowed to Fall in Love with a Trainer". I wish you good health and happy reading. If this book can bring you a moment of relaxation in your busy schedule, that would be great.

(End of this chapter)