Chapter 117: A Guilty Conscience

According to Eevee, this trick was a bit twisted.

Tang Yi finally understood why, whether it was Fang Tianze or Ba Dahu and the others, they had all kept quiet around him before. It wasn’t out of suspicion or avoidance—it was simply because they truly couldn’t bring themselves to say it.

Even straightforward and outspoken Eevee had held back until now.

Tang Yi looked at Eevee with sympathy. "Honestly, if Ba Dahu knew you said this, she’d really smash your head in. I’m not joking."

Eevee shrank back fearfully. "You don’t have to tell me that. So you can’t betray me, okay? Actually, I don’t really care. You and Old Fang both have a thief’s heart from the start."

"Is that obvious?" Tang Yi became alert. It seemed he needed to be more careful in public from now on.

"I can feel it. You and other human trainers just have a completely different vibe—something very unusual. I don’t quite understand it either, but I sense it from Old Fang, so I’m sure both of you are the same kind of people!"

Eevee spoke with absolute certainty, leaving no room for Tang Yi to argue.

Tang Yi didn’t bother to refute and stared up at the sky in thought.

Something felt off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

He was clearly such an innocent person—so how did things end up like this?

"Alright, I’ve said my piece. Now it’s your turn to tell me!" Eevee was eager.

"Tell you what?" Tang Yi was still absorbed in the trick Eevee had just shared and hadn’t turned around.

Eevee immediately grew angry. "You! Enjoy everything and now you want to deny it? If you don’t tell me, I’m going to tell Ba Dahu! Hmph, Ba Dahu might smash my head, true, but believe me, she’ll smash yours first! Neither of us is getting away!"

Tang Yi coughed dryly. "Watch your language. Stop talking about smashing heads all the time—sounds too bloody. Come on, I’ll tell you."

If Tang Yi had hesitated before, after hearing Eevee’s method, he no longer had any doubts.

He leaned in and whispered.

Eevee listened eagerly at first, but soon her fluffy ears drooped, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she asked disappointedly, "That’s it? That’s it? That’s it?!"

"What else did you expect?"

Eevee was frustrated beyond words. "Oh my god, are you guys all elementary school kids? You’re way too innocent!"

Tang Yi was speechless. "Calling it that won’t help. Honestly, by your standards, Rarurace is just barely an adult, and I’m only a pure-hearted high school senior."

*Pfft!*

Eevee, who was about to speak, almost choked on her own saliva when she heard that. After a moment, she snapped, "You’re redefining the word ‘innocent.’"

"Say whatever you want," Tang Yi said, unwilling to argue. He hadn’t figured out many things yet anyway.

"Want me to teach you?"

"No need." Tang Yi didn’t want to ask further.

Eevee looked disappointed. "You don’t even want to ask what I’d teach you?"

Tang Yi sneered. "No need to ask. I can guess why you like Old Fang’s perversion now—pervert recognizing pervert, right? I don’t need any tricks, not for me or for Rarurace. Right now, the most important thing is the college entrance exam; everything else is secondary."

"Alright, fair enough," Eevee agreed, not pressing further. She understood human society well enough to know how significant the college entrance exam was in Xia Country.

Afterward, Tang Yi continued chatting and socializing with the evolved Jumpluff.

When Fang Tianze arrived, Tang Yi openly expressed his confusion and humbly asked for guidance, pretending to know nothing about any shady tricks.

As expected, there was little progress during the weekend study session. Well, not entirely no progress.

From the special method Eevee conveyed, along with Tang Yi’s conversations with the evolved Jumpluff, he roughly understood what Fang Tianze’s approach was.

In short, it was energy perception.

Wild Pokémon, as they grow older, gradually enhance their abilities, and the energy contained within their bodies subtly increases. When reaching a certain bottleneck, a few girls might rely on their own powers to breakthrough.

But for most girls, this energy is chaotic and disordered—like a cork stuck in a bottle—unable to flow out freely, needing external force or simply time to naturally recover.

Fang Tianze used energy perception to sense this energy, then through special means—like his massage and manipulation—he guided and organized the energy, helping the Pokémon break through the bottleneck and evolve.

All of this depended on the ability to perceive energy.

If this weren’t the Pokémon world, Tang Yi might have suspected it was a fantasy realm.

If it were a fantasy world, such energy perception wouldn’t seem strange at all. Like many stories he’d read, there would always be techniques like Qi cultivation to slowly improve one’s powers.

But unfortunately, this was the Pokémon world—no fantasy, no cultivation.

This special ability of energy perception was incredibly precious to humans. Even a champion like Du had taken years to gradually master it.

After returning home from Fang Tianze’s place,

Rarurace clearly noticed Tang Yi’s heavy heart, and Tang Yi didn’t try to hide it.

"Is it me? Am I causing you trouble?" Rarurace had been feeling guilty lately and began looking inward for reasons.

"Am I disturbing your preparation for the college entrance exam?" she started blaming herself.

Tang Yi quickly reassured her, carefully organizing the words he’d thought of on the way back. "On the contrary, I suddenly had a new idea about how to master Primitive Release—it might help us grasp the ability faster."

"What idea?"

"Uh, it’s hard to explain."

"Why?"

"Uh, it’s a bit embarrassing."

Looking into Rarurace’s curious, gem-like eyes, Tang Yi felt a little shy to speak. Blame Eevee—she was the true embodiment of a mischievous Pokémon.

"Just say it!" Rarurace grew a little impatient. She had seen Eevee under Primitive Release use just a normal tackle with such enormous power and clearly understood how incredible the ability was.

Tang Yi had to give a warning. "You promise not to make me eat my words after I say it?"

Rarurace threatened, "Say it soon or I’ll use telekinesis on you."

Tang Yi beckoned her closer with a crooked finger.

Though the bedroom door was well soundproofed and there was no worry about his parents in the living room overhearing, Tang Yi still felt like a guilty thief and took precautions just in case.