Chapter 104: Miss Joy Can't Do It, But Lord Joy Can

“Judging the approach based on your Pokémon’s preferences—indeed, that is a strategy,” Junsha nodded, signaling the white-haired monkey to conclude the identification of the crime scene. Now, he could enjoy the day off he had earned.

“By the way, you will need to present an explanation of this plan at the lecture in one day’s time. Please prepare your speech accordingly.”

Zhusuìhán’s face stiffened. “Why not let someone else handle that? When it comes to explaining the plan, am I really more knowledgeable than the teachers at Junsha Academy?”

He thought to himself, if he had to give another speech, it would only deepen his classmates’ resentment towards him.

All eyes turned to me; let me make an announcement!

The one who took them all down was me!

This should definitely be recorded as an annual taunt skill.

Junsha smiled warmly. “Then it’s in your hands.”

Well, there’s no escaping now.

The white-haired monkey clicked his tongue and followed the map to the logistics department, where he opened two Poké Balls at the entrance.

He had already confirmed that, aside from 3D Dragon, who was officially part of Junsha Academy’s technical staff, Gengar was considered a temporary member of the back mountain team.

Once this cooperation ended, the Poké Balls would be returned to Junsha Academy, where they would release Gengar back into the wild, allowing him to roam freely once more.

“Thank you for your hard work; it was a pleasure working with you.”

“Gengar.”

Cooperation was enjoyable—I had a great time.

Gengar shook Zhusuìhán’s hand with his stout little arms, a satisfied smile spreading across his cute face.

As a Ghost-type Pokémon, he hadn’t experienced many formal battles, at most using Hypnosis to team up with Zhusuìhán in a sneaky double-cross once.

But lurking in the shadows to take down countless enemies with Sticky Balls made Gengar very happy.

“Don’t ask how I won—just say I won, that’s the point!”

What could be more joyful than knocking out a large number of foes and leaving them helpless?

“Perry.”

3D Dragon obediently accepted a head pat from Zhusuìhán. This experience had been invaluable for him as well; single-handedly taking on his own kind in the technical department and humans greatly enhanced his computational power and intelligence.

After feeding them both some energy cubes, Zhusuìhán went to the logistics office to sign off on the return.

The electromagnetic interference devices and explosives had all been collected, and the drilling equipment was found in the security office.

As for the remaining potions, Junsha’s legal team was too lazy to bother.

A few potions—if that kid found them useful, wouldn’t he just brew them himself?

Let it be; even if he used them up, retrieving a bunch of empty bottles wouldn’t mean much.

In the afternoon, after casually finishing the speech draft, Zhusuìhán sat on the floor, leaning against the bed. Dragonair rested its head on his shoulder, and Clefairy was fast asleep beside them, still napping.

The drawn curtains allowed sunlight to flood the room in warm hues of vibrant saturation. To keep one shoulder still, Zhusuìhán was typing with one hand while engaging in a cyber duel with Du.

Unfortunately, his typing speed was slightly lacking.

Indeed, the news had spread; at least the Dragon Clan already knew what had happened inside Junsha Academy.

Joy Academy had produced a white-haired outlaw, a truly terrifying lawbreaker who not only subdued nearly all his classmates but also took down a large portion of the academy’s riot control team.

Du nearly burst out laughing. It seemed he alone had thought Zhusuìhán was a lawless rebel before; now, this white-haired figure had officially made a name for himself at Junsha Academy.

From now on, it would be far more difficult to pull off anything mischievous.

Then Du sent Zhusuìhán a message: “Respect, you’re impressive.” It was tinged with a hint of schadenfreude.

But after hearing the white-haired one’s second-phase plan, Du grew thoughtful and resolved to keep a closer eye on the circles around this guy.

Following this incident, and with someone borrowing Du’s sharp mind to polish the speech, the two began their cyber exchange.

“You think this step is unreasonable; I think your suggested improvements are unnecessary.”

Though separated by screens, they both appeared calm and composed on the surface.

At least they stayed on topic.

The white-haired one wondered how Du could remain so straightforward at his age.

The future Flying-type ace thought, how could someone as despicable as Zhusuìhán exist in this world?

Zhusuìhán relaxed his shoulder. Dragonair, now awake, blinked and nudged the white-haired monkey’s cheek with its head, while Clefairy rubbed its eyes and waved its tiny hands in greeting.

Zhusuìhán responded to the two little ones, then decisively dialed his phone.

“Of course, I’ve already played the villain; despicable and shameless is exactly the label I deserve.”

Du countered swiftly: “The thing is, it doesn’t seem like you’re just acting. You know why I found out so quickly? Because in all previous riot control drills, no one ever managed to take down every student.”

“If you’re so skilled, why not kidnap the head of Junsha Academy and shock everyone?”

Zhusuìhán pondered seriously. “If I had your level of skill, I might stand a chance—but probably not a high one.”

Du: ?

You actually thought about that?

“Alright, no jokes. Riot control drills and decapitation-style kidnappings are not the same thing,” Zhusuìhán explained.

“Riot control involves large-scale public disturbances, like some fool causing trouble outdoors, which stirs up the Pokémon to rampage through the town.”

“That’s why riot control drills exist—whether the troublemakers are humans or Pokémon, the impact is broad, so rehearsals are necessary.”

Whether it’s Junsha assigning personnel to quell riots and guide orderly evacuations, or Joy arranging medical resources and staff, experience is essential.

This time’s riot drill had a problem: there was plenty of riot, but no effective defense—in fact, the defense failed.

“If every troublemaker outside is as lawless as you, the League’s days will be tough.”

“That’s why people like you—the strong—are needed.”

Zhusuìhán stretched his shoulders. “Whether Champions, Elite Four, or the seasoned warriors in various League departments, that’s part of the reason for the existence of the strong.”

“They’re responsible for defeating and detaining the troublemakers. Arguing isn’t their concern.”

They should face the judges; the trainers on the front line are just responsible for delivering them.

Du pondered and began to understand.

Investigators and Junsha’s team are like a dragon diving to crush enemies; they catch the culprits first, then deal with other matters.

Du sneered. “Makes sense. You better not get caught by me in the future.”

“Heh, I never break laws and rules. If it ever gets as chaotic as in the Dark Ages, you’d have to watch out for strangers throwing punches even just traveling,” Zhusuìhán chuckled.

“Thanks for the advice. At least now I know exactly how to start the lecture.”

After hanging up, Zhusuìhán glanced at Dragonair and Clefairy, wondering whether to send them back to their Poké Balls for the evening’s lecture.

No need for them to show off.

Whether the gentle Dragonair or the blissful Clefairy, the current atmosphere felt oddly strange.

He had no idea how his classmates would look at him.

“Ugh!”

What’s there to fear? Let’s go!

“Milou!”

A little doubt won’t shake my imperial heart!

Zhusuìhán smiled, placed Clefairy on his head, and gently stroked Dragonair’s neck.

“Alright, let’s eat first. Afterward, we’ll have to get ready to take the stage!”

At night, students from both academies gathered in the auditorium in small groups. Though no seating was assigned beforehand, the overall flow was smooth.

Only a few clusters of Junsha and Joy students huddled together, which from afar gave the impression of a live-action matching game.

Joy’s Pure Comfort said, “It’s your turn. Don’t be nervous, just recount everything you did exactly as it happened.”

White hair: ?

It felt like confessing during a school assembly break.

“Let’s go, you two. Remember, stay calm.”

“Ugh!”

“Milou!”

Don’t worry, Trainer—we’ll remind you not to be nervous! x2

Zhusuìhán had just stepped out from backstage when a stir erupted in the audience. One by one, the students stood and gave the ringleader the warmest applause.

To be fair, though his methods were ruthless, he earned everyone’s respect.

In both academics and safety awareness, he was a classmate worthy of admiration.

Whether Junsha’s students would mark him as a target in the future remained to be seen.

“Thank you, everyone. This riot control drill, my plan and approach…”

The reason for internal breakthroughs this time was largely because allies were already inside the academy, eliminating the need for sneaky infiltration.

In this regard, the two academies were ahead of most schools in the previous world, effectively eliminating many unstable factors.

This riot control drill ended up like a cops-and-robbers game, reminding all students that once they graduate and stand on their own, they never truly know what others are thinking.

Take the Pokémon Center, for example. You know the trainer in front of you is a terrible person but they bring injured Pokémon asking for treatment.

The “terrible person” here isn’t those who focus solely on battles and strength without valuing bonds, like the “cold and flawless” types.

It’s the purely despicable ones.

Like those who betray their Pokémon’s trust, like Ash’s Gengar in Galar.

The Charmander whose tail flame nearly went out in the rain, or the one with its mouth tied, starving to skin and bones, mistaken in the surveillance footage for a Zorua’s warm pig.

These are situations Ash encountered, and their trainers were truly despicable.

When facing such trainers, the Joy team must do their utmost to heal the Pokémon, as rescue and care are their primary duties.

You’re working hard to heal the Pokémon, but the despicable trainer might be loudly complaining at the Center, blaming the Pokémon’s weakness.

What can you do? Arrange a cage match? Refuse treatment under the Center’s name?

No, that path must not be opened; if it were, many strange people would exploit it.

Using the riot drill to show everyone how despicable some people can be is necessary.

After all, no amount of books or videos compares to firsthand experience.

“But thankfully, I’m not one of them.”

Zhusuìhán’s segment ended. He sat backstage, holding Clefairy high, his head held proudly as he looked toward Dragonair behind the seats.

“What Miss Joy can’t do doesn’t mean Uncle Joy can’t.”

“I’m an ancient man; ignoring modern laws is quite reasonable, right?”

Hello, my friend.

Prepare to feel the loving blow of Uncle Joy’s frying pan!

(End of chapter)