Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

After a night of training, Aegisblade and Ursa Major mastered new combo skills, while Gyarados, Ula and Kamaboko trained their stamina, strength, speed and other attributes.

Feng observed and recorded their training situation to facilitate subsequent special improvements.

Several Pokémon have gained something from the high-intensity training in this field, and it's time to pack up.

I have to use the baby cup tomorrow, oh no, the newborn cup.

No matter what, Feng is now a battle-hardened gym leader-level trainer. If they were in the wild, none of tomorrow's students would be able to take a sword, and hitting them would be a dimensionality reduction attack.

But Ula and Kapok are still intermediate-level Pokémon. If there are contestants with high-level Pokémon tomorrow, it will be difficult to beat them.

It’s better to use more routines and tactics.

If you can't win head-on, use dirty tricks.

Feng put Gyarados and Ursagi back into the Poké Ball, then picked up Kapok and took Urara by the hand and prepared to leave the training room.

However, he saw the Shield Sword Monster still floating in the distance. It was standing motionless in the air with its back to Feng, staring blankly at what it was thinking.

"Let's go, Shield Sword Monster, go back and rest." Feng called out loudly.

Hearing Feng's shout, the Shield Blade Monster seemed to come to its senses and quickly floated over and dived into Feng's shadow, but Feng didn't notice the strange blue light hidden in its eyes...

……

the next day.

The main competition of the Freshman Cup begins today, and the champion will be decided by the top 16. The top three will receive academic point rewards and meet one of the conditions for promotion.

Several teachers and grade directors also came to the scene as guests.

They came here not only to understand the students' combat level to facilitate subsequent teaching, but also to find out good talents worth focusing on training.

Sitting in the middle of the guest seats was a teacher with sparse hair. He was the head teacher in charge of the junior class in the school.

At this moment, he was chatting with a teacher wearing black-framed glasses on the left and Teacher Tina, who was in charge of admissions on the right, talking about some of the situations of this class of students.

"The mayor's kid started forming cliques as soon as he came in. Their homeroom teacher has reported this to me several times."

The head teacher spoke slowly, "And that little red-haired girl from the Qingshui family is also causing us a lot of trouble. It seems that putting them in different classes was the right decision."

"But it's not just them. I've also divided the others according to your requirements. Several students in Classes 1 and 2 are from the mayor's faction, including the son of the TV station director and the daughter of a famous entrepreneur..."

Teacher Tina listed them one by one, "As for the students from the family, most of them are concentrated in Classes 4 and 5, and students from other areas are interspersed in between, with some evenly distributed in each class."

"Well, the situation outside is not peaceful, so this class of students is unusual. They will calm down a bit if they are separated."

The head teacher nodded and said, "What the principal means is that we are only responsible for the students' education and try not to bring in outside matters."

"What if there are irreconcilable conflicts between students?" Teacher Tina asked with a frown.

She didn't ask about the situation outside, because anyone who was slightly informed knew about these things, and it was no secret among the upper echelons.

"Just don't cause any trouble at school," the head teacher said calmly, then glanced at Tina casually. "But... we teachers must remain neutral and avoid any issues of principle."

"Yes, I understand." Tina said with her head slightly lowered, not knowing what she was thinking.

The head teacher stopped talking after he finished speaking and looked at the students who were arriving in the contestant area one after another, his eyes scanning each face one by one.

"correct."

A few minutes later, he seemed to remember something and asked the teacher on his left, "I heard from Ryoko that there's a bright student in the simulation class you're in charge of?"

"Yes, that student's name is Qing Mufeng. Rather than saying that he is smart, it's better to say that he is a genius in simulated warfare." The teacher with black-framed glasses who had been silent all this time finally spoke, recalling the scene in the class at that time.

"Look, that's the one holding the kapok ball." He pointed to the boy who was feeding energy cubes to the kapok ball on the chair.

The head teacher looked in the direction he pointed.

I saw that the boy had excellent appearance and looked very sunny. He should be popular as he was chatting and laughing with several classmates around him.

"Qing Mufeng..."

The head teacher muttered the name and turned to look at Teacher Tina on the right. "What's his background? He doesn't seem to be from Zhuqing City, right?"

"He's from Hoenn, and his recommender is Donggua, the gym leader of Shuimai City." Tina reported. She remembered this information very clearly.

"Hoenn? He's a good target for training." The head teacher looked at Feng thoughtfully and said, "If he performs well in this competition, we can consider including him as one of the key talents for training."

"But...according to past practices, aren't the recommended candidates all descendants of families or high-ranking officials?" Teacher Tina asked in confusion.

"The city's situation is unique this year. If the person we've prioritized for training loses his backing, won't the school be burdened with unnecessary pressure?" The head teacher shook his head. "It's safer to choose an outsider. We'll see what happens next year."

As the best school in Sinnoh, Zhuqing City Trainer School naturally produces one or more representative students every year as the "results" of the school's teaching, and serves as a face after the artificial creation of gods.

Regardless of whether the student’s level is really high, in the minds of the general public, the school’s teaching level cannot be low.

This is not only a positive publicity for the school, but will also become one of the school's foundations when he grows up.

In previous years, the school selected students with backgrounds because the school could more or less get the support of the forces behind them, but this year the two factions were fighting, and it would be risky to select people easily, so Feng had a glimmer of hope.

……

Feng went to the cafeteria to eat in the morning, trained with the Pokémon for a while, and then came to the competition venue. While feeding Kapok and Xianla, he chatted with Zhanxiong and others who also advanced.

During this period, he was also keenly aware of the gazes from the guests in the seats, but he remained calm and played his role and image as usual, smiling, sunny and polite.

When the time was almost up, the grade director and several teachers began to give pre-match opening remarks, introducing the purpose of the competition, encouraging the students, looking forward to the future, etc.

After a lot of nonsense, the head teacher announced the start of the Freshman Cup Round of 16 competition.