Alliance Calendar, June 24, 2016
My name is Kyron. By the time you read this, I'm already dead (just kidding)—I've already been in this world for almost three months. No, that's not right either—I didn't come to this world, I was always part of it. It's just that… something "small" happened.
Over three hundred years ago, during the late Ming Dynasty, the sky cracked, the earth quaked, and the world changed completely—Pokémon became real.
As a kid who watched countless episodes of Pokémon anime and played games like Ruby and Emerald, I was instantly thrilled.
In my mind, the iconic opening line from the first Pokémon series started playing.
"I got a Pokémon!"
I was so excited back then. I wanted to grab a Pokéball and run outside to catch some Pokémon.
But reality slapped me hard: a single Pokéball cost 200 yuan. That hit me like a truck.
Dreams are sweet, but reality is bitter. Still, I never gave up on becoming a Trainer.
Last thing I'll say—dammit, when can I get my first Pokémon!?
…
Kyron sat at his desk, put down his pen, and picked up a black-covered notebook. What used to be a thick journal now only had a thin stack of pages left.
Rip!
He tore out a page filled with handwriting, then shredded it and tossed the pieces into the trash can beside him.
"Sigh…" he exhaled heavily, muttering to himself, "What kind of sane person writes in a diary?"
"Who actually puts their feelings in one of these things?"
After ranting, Kyron closed the notebook and neatly stacked it on top of other books. Noticing it was a little crooked, he straightened the pile.
It had been three months since he transmigrated. The world was familiar yet strange. So much had changed. He wanted someone to talk to, but there was no one. So he turned to writing—and tearing up—his diary pages, afraid anyone might discover them.
He glanced at his roommate across the room, lying in bed with curtains drawn, playing on his phone. Then he looked at the four empty desks nearby.
This was a standard six-person dorm room—beds on top, desks below, with a private bathroom.
Anyone walking in would probably think it belonged to a college. But no—it was a public high school dorm.
Kyron currently attended Rong City No. 8 High School, an average-ranked school in the city. As long as your entrance exam scores weren't too bad, you could get in.
He checked the time on his phone: 11:45 PM. He originally planned to scroll through Douyin, but wasn't in the mood tonight. He tucked his phone under his pillow, closed the curtains, pulled up the blanket, and went to sleep.
The Next Day
Ding ding ding!
Kyron woke up to his alarm. After shutting it off, he saw it was 6:00 AM.
He got out of bed and walked straight to the balcony sink area. The first thing he saw was a black washbasin with a slate hanging above it and a large mirror mounted on the wall.
Next to the sink was a washing machine of an unknown brand, its logo seemingly based on Psyduck.
Kyron picked up his electric toothbrush and began washing up. Three minutes later, his face was clean, and he felt refreshed. He stared at himself in the mirror.
Height: 176 cm. Age: 16. Still growing. Before transmigrating, he had only reached 175 cm. Somehow, he had grown taller after arriving in this world.
His body was lean but muscular, with faint outlines of an eight-pack. He looked slim with clothes on but muscular underneath.
He had shiny black hair and striking facial features—bright eyes, chiseled jawline. He looked like a mix of Yang Yang, Louis Koo, Daniel Wu, and Eddie Peng. In short—drop-dead handsome.
Alright, maybe in his previous life he was only 70% as good-looking. But now, he'd grown taller and better-looking. At first, he looked exactly like his old self, but over three months, he had become more attractive.
He didn't know why, but he suspected it had something to do with the mysterious gem-like mark on his chest.
In his previous life, he had bought a cheap Arceus figurine online, which came with a colorful gem.
When he asked the seller what it was, they said they didn't know—it wasn't from the anime or movies. Probably something lying around that they threw in for fun.
The day after he received the package, he took a nap—and woke up in this world, with the gem pattern now embedded on his chest.
He didn't know what it was, but he felt deep down that it brought him here. And after reading thousands of web novels, Kyron trusted his gut: this was his golden finger.
He wasn't panicked at all. That gem was his greatest source of confidence.
As he washed up, the rest of his roommates began getting up.
A guy around 175 cm tall, average build, slightly handsome, still half-asleep, walked over to the toilet and said, "Kyron, why are you always up so early?"
Kyron grabbed his cup and replied, "You know the time. If we don't get to the cafeteria early, all the good stuff will be gone. You wanna eat what's left?"
That guy was Liu Bin, Kyron's childhood friend and neighbor—they'd known each other for over a decade.
Another roommate came down from bed—a chubby guy with glasses and a bowl cut who looked honest and quiet. That was Guo Yong.
He was among the top three in class and had a simple dream: become a civil servant.
Next was the tall and skinny Li Peng, still asleep like a bamboo pole.
Then there was Wang Zhiyi—short, goofy-looking, with a big mole on his chin.
And finally, Chen Ze—square-faced with a few pimples.
These were the six of them from dorm 404. In his past life, they were roommates for three years too.
But now the world had changed. Who knew what the future would hold?
Just then, a blue-and-white squirrel-like Pokémon jumped down from the bunk bed—it was a Pachirisu!
It hopped onto the desk, clearly searching for food.
Kyron put down his cup, dressed up in school uniform, and scooped up the Pachirisu, gently petting it.
Warm, smooth, and extremely comfortable to the touch—Pachirisu let out a happy squeak.
This Pokémon belonged to Chen Ze. He didn't want to be a Trainer—he dreamed of starting his own business.
Same dream in his previous life. He only made it into Tiancheng College, and before Kyron transmigrated, he was still hustling to start his company.
Pachirisu was just a pet. Even if he didn't plan to be a Trainer, he still wanted a couple of Pokémon.
Kyron's first Pokémon encounter after transmigrating was with this Pachirisu. Over the past three months, he had made a habit of petting it daily—or he'd feel off.
Now, he felt more like Pachirisu's owner than Chen Ze did.
Once everyone was done washing up, they slung their bags over their shoulders and headed out.
After months of waiting—finally, new textbooks had arrived.
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The dorms at No. 8 High School consisted of four U-shaped buildings. Three were painted in black and white. They looked like typical school buildings, though slightly better-designed than those from his previous life.
Each dorm had eight floors and forty rooms per floor. Most were fully occupied.
One building was completely different. It was reserved for students in the Pokémon specialization track.
It sat furthest to the left of the campus, beyond the other four dorms. To get to the cafeteria, you had to pass Dorm 2 and Dorm 3.
Outside the dorms, willows swayed gently in the breeze, and nearby incense pots emitted a faint, calming fragrance.
The air outside was crisp and open. Students wearing matching school uniforms passed by, radiating youthful energy.
The school uniforms here resembled those from Kyron's past life: loose and baggy, mostly in blue and white—ugly, to be honest.
But these had been slightly redesigned—less baggy, more fitted, and came in black-white, blue-white, or red-white combos. Much better.
But that wasn't the point.
The six of them walked down the path. Pachirisu stood on Chen Ze's shoulder, curiously scanning its surroundings.
Suddenly, it jumped down and tackled a nearby Nidoran, playfully rolling around with it. The Nidoran's trainer, a skinny boy with glasses, was taken by surprise.
Kyron called out, "Yang Fu! You're up early too?"
Yang Fu adjusted his glasses and scooped up Nidoran. "Finals are coming. I've gotta get in some extra studying."
Pachirisu reluctantly hopped back onto Chen Ze's shoulder, eyeing passing students and Pokémon.
The morning air was full of life. Students walked by with their own Pokémon: Pikachu, Pichu, Vulpix… Caterpies in the grass… Butterfree, Bellsprout, Oddish…
Flying overhead were Pidgey, Staravia, Tranquill, and Taillow. The central pool even had Poliwag and Spheal.
The school had no rules against bringing Pokémon, so many students lived with theirs on campus.
Liu Bin sighed, "Too bad I'm set on being a Trainer. I have to be picky with my first partner. Otherwise, I'd love a cute Pokémon to pet every day."
Kyron nodded in agreement. Since transmigrating, he had been dying to have his own Pokémon. But according to the Alliance, students had to be 16 and choose their specialization in sophomore year before getting their first Pokémon.
He had been holding back all this time—but soon, he wouldn't have to. Tomorrow was Saturday, and he could go home in the afternoon.
His dad had already told him everything was ready—his starter Pokémon was waiting.
After breakfast, the six of them arrived at Building A, third floor, Class 1-3.
It was the kind of classroom you'd imagine: worn-down podium, chalk-smeared blackboard, desks in rows—four columns of seven rows, nearly 60 seats in all.
On the back wall was a colorful chalkboard drawing of Charizard and Incineroar—drawn by Chen Ze and Liu Bin.
Liu Bin loved those two Pokémon.
The classroom had that familiar smell: books, chalk dust, sweat… a nostalgic mix.
Kyron sat by the window in the fourth row, middle column. His desk gave him a perfect view outside during every class.
Unlike seniors, freshmen didn't clutter their desks with textbooks. Only a few had books on top—the rest were clean.
With just twenty days until finals, the classroom already had several students studying.
Kyron felt the pressure and picked up a textbook to start reviewing.
Time flew. Soon, everyone arrived—including his deskmate.
She was a petite, baby-faced girl with big eyes. Sweet voice, innocent look.
But around people she knew, she showed her real personality—and wouldn't hesitate to snap at anyone who messed with her.
Her name was Cheng Cheng. They'd been deskmates for a semester.
In their past life, they were just classmates. Nothing more.
But now, after three months together, they were definitely friends.
She rushed into the classroom, holding milk and bread. "Good thing I ran fast, or I'd be late!"