Chapter 37: The Flashiest Guy on the Street

The class meeting session was focused on traffic safety education.

As usual, the homeroom teacher first clicked on a video. However, just after entering it, she paused and began explaining:

"In our daily lives, you should all be familiar with the transportation situation in Vasciyna. A train packed with passengers, a bus overloaded with people—even the seats and aisles are crammed. This is already considered overloading. In the event of an accident, everyone on board would be at risk."

After finishing her explanation, the teacher resumed playing the video.

In the video, a stylish middle-aged man parked his BMW in a parking lot. Stepping out of the car, he took out a lighter and lit the cigar between his fingers.

He gently ran his hand over the BMW's body, his face brimming with satisfaction.

"Now, I must be considered a successful man, right? A car, a house, and savings—I can finally get married, hehe."

Taking a deep drag from his cigar, he exhaled the smoke slowly. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes glanced forward—and in an instant, he was dumbfounded, his mouth agape, the cigar falling to the ground.

What he saw was—

On the road across from him, a young man was recklessly speeding on an electric scooter, carrying five young women with him!

His scooter was fully loaded—he sat in the middle, with one girl standing at the front, another cradled in his arms, and three more stunningly beautiful girls squeezed onto the backseat!

Four of the girls wore light makeup and short, tight denim shorts!

The scene instantly drew the attention of everyone around.

Not only were the girls dressed in ultra-short shorts, showing off their fair legs, but the fact that a single electric scooter was carrying five attractive women was beyond comprehension.

"Where... where did I go wrong...?"

The BMW driver, upon witnessing this, was overwhelmed with despair. Tears welled up in his eyes as he collapsed to his knees, fists clenched, repeatedly pounding the ground in frustration.

"Why?! Why don't I get this kind of treatment?!"

The video wasn't even finished playing when the male students in the classroom erupted into discussion.

"Whoa!! This guy must be the flashiest dude in all of Galas City! A single scooter carrying five beautiful girls?! I'm so jealous!"

"I totally relate to that BMW driver... I wonder how much emotional damage he took. This scooter guy must be making luxury car owners everywhere feel inferior..."

"This is what you call a winner in life!"

"And he even tried explaining himself, saying that the girls insisted on riding with him, and he had no choice. Yeah, right! That explanation is completely unconvincing!"

Almost every male student in class was fired up—not because of the traffic violation, but because of sheer envy and frustration...

"You all... are hopeless!"

The homeroom teacher was speechless. She was trying to teach about traffic safety and the dangers of overloading, but her students had completely missed the point. Her frustration and disappointment were immeasurable.

As a guy himself, Nero also gritted his teeth. However, he found some solace in the thought that this so-called "flashiest guy on the street" was about to become the "flashiest guy in jail."

After all, such an act was simply outrageous!

Of course, if it happened to him, then it wouldn't be a problem at all...

The class meeting ended halfway through, followed by a self-study session. Under the envious gazes of his classmates, Nero left the classroom.

...

"If I remember correctly, the training room is on the second floor of the Serene Building."

Now, Nero was officially a member of the school's Pokémon team. Although he had joined as a reserve member, he still received the same treatment as the main team members.

Well, at least, that's what the school claimed. In reality, there were subtle differences—something that everyone understood.

Arriving at the training room, Nero pushed open the door and found three students already inside.

Two were boys, and one was a girl.

Hearing the door open, they turned around and saw Nero enter. One of the boys, who had short black hair, grinned and waved at him.

"Oh ho! It's the Combusken guy!"

"Uh... that nickname sounds a little strange."

Nero was a bit speechless, but the boy didn't seem to mind.

Walking up to Nero, he flashed a bright smile. "Hey there, Combusken guy! I'm Isaac Hayes. Nice to meet you."

Nero wasn't socially awkward and had no issues with communication. Since the other person was offering a friendly greeting, he naturally responded in kind.

"I'm Nero. Nice to meet you."

Isaac seemed to be quite the enthusiastic type. After a brief introduction, he immediately acted as if they were already friends, placing a hand on Nero's shoulder and asking with a grin,

"So~ dude, can you tell me what that move was?! It was seriously amazing! I've been losing sleep over it these past few days, just trying to figure out what it's called! Is it some kind of Bluetooth Sky Strike?"

"Close, but not quite."

This world had many similarities to Nero's original world.

However, there was one major difference: the anime industry here mainly produced short-run series.

Most shows were either single-season or half-year series, and long-running anime were incredibly rare.

This meant that iconic series like Naruto, One Piece, and Bleach didn't exist here.

Not only those, but even shows like Reborn!, Fairy Tail, and Hunter x Hunter were absent.

Since no one had ever seen long-running anime, the technique Nero's Combusken used—Tempest Kick—was something completely foreign to them.

"Then what is it called?" Isaac pressed on.

"Tempest Kick."

Since it was just a name, there was no harm in sharing it. After all, the core training methods were still his secret.

"That name is so cool. Dude, you've got taste!"

Isaac chuckled.

The female student, who had been listening to their conversation, also walked over to introduce herself. "Hello, I'm Caitlin Curtis."

Seeing this tall and beautiful girl, Nero was a bit surprised. When he first entered the training room, his impression of her was that she was rather aloof, someone who wouldn't bother acknowledging strangers.

He hadn't expected her to greet him voluntarily.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

Caitlin Curtis nodded slightly without saying much.

She wasn't particularly interested in talking to people. The only reason she approached Nero was because of his Combusken's performance in the team selection matches.

Especially that self-created move—it was truly impressive.

She wasn't interested in Nero himself—only in Combusken's Tempest Kick.

"Hmph."

The other male student in the room simply scoffed when he saw Nero, not saying a single word.

He doesn't seem very easy to get along with, Nero thought.

As he was contemplating this, the training room door swung open again.

The person who walked in was—

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