Chapter Nineteen: A Unique Method for Training Psychic Power

After bringing Ralts home, Tang Yi rummaged through his belongings until he found an unused notebook. There were no colored pencils, but that was fine; a simple pencil would do for now.

“I don't know how to draw,” Ralts softly reminded him, watching her trainer bustle about.

“That’s alright. Just draw whatever you want. It doesn’t matter if it looks ugly. When you’re older and want to write novels, these drawings will help you recall the beautiful things you once wanted to express. Isn’t that wonderful?” Tang Yi replied.

“It sounds reasonable, but is it really true?” Ralts thought, recalling her understanding of Tang Yi. Surely, things couldn’t be that simple.

Tang Yi soon pulled the chair a bit farther from the desk, about a meter away, propped the notebook upright, placed the pencil beside it, then took Ralts by the hand and sat her down.

“All right, let’s start drawing now.”

Ralts sat up straight, raising her hand, but found she couldn’t reach the pencil at all. She glanced at Tang Yi’s innocent smile and began to understand.

She knew it! How could things be so easy? Her trainer must have been a devil in his past life.

Tang Yi wanted Ralts to use telekinesis to control the pencil and draw in the notebook.

Ralts felt troubled, but she didn’t know how to refuse her trainer. Tang Yi might be eccentric at times, but he was good to her most of the time.

She took a deep breath and began to attempt telekinesis.

Having succeeded once outside earlier, it didn’t take much effort this time. The pencil slowly floated into the air.

Though the skill itself worked smoothly, the pencil wobbled wildly, and the sketches on the notebook were crooked and messy.

Ralts knew her control over telekinesis was far from proficient. Nervously, she glanced at her trainer, only to find Tang Yi nodding enthusiastically at the drawings.

“Not bad, not bad! Is this a Pidgey? Wait, the feathers on its head aren’t right!”

“Haha, is this the main character? He looks a bit chubby.”

“The sun looks like a watermelon. Should I buy you a watermelon tonight?”

Tang Yi seemed to have forgotten about Ralts’s telekinesis, commenting instead on her drawings and the characters within, openly teasing her.

Ralts relaxed, though indignation began to stir within her.

What nonsense!

I clearly wanted to draw a Fearow, and he calls it a Pidgey. He’s definitely doing it on purpose—so wicked!

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Ralts’s telekinesis training finally began to show results. Gradually, the girl stopped worrying whether she could control her power and focused instead on drawing better pictures, expressing the world within her heart.

Tang Yi kept a close eye on her abilities. The pencil, once violently shaking, became increasingly steady. The doodles, once unrecognizable, started to resemble what Ralts intended to express.

All of this meant Ralts’s mastery of telekinesis was growing.

Most importantly, she began to truly enjoy herself.

The brief and joyful weekend passed quickly.

Tang Yi regretted not being able to spend more time with Ralts, but with the college entrance exam looming, he still needed to reinforce his knowledge for the written portion.

“When I’m not home, keep drawing by yourself. Rest when you’re tired, maybe write some stories. When I return, I’ll help you revise your writing.”

Tang Yi never imposed strict limits on Ralts; the entire day was hers to command. In this, he always trusted her completely.

Today, Tianying High School was especially lively. Thanks to last week’s announcement, this week marked the start of registration for the entrance exam selection tournament.

Whether aiming for top universities or aspiring to be the world’s strongest trainer, everyone was eager to participate.

Because many powerful moves of Spirit Princesses were highly destructive, every country in the world had strict regulations; using skills or battling in public places was strictly forbidden.

Violators could face fines or have their trainer licenses revoked, or in severe cases, imprisonment.

Every city had clubs or battle arenas run by major companies, providing places for trainers to compete—but these venues charged fees.

Thus, the entrance exam selection tournament was a rare chance to experience official matches.

Qingjiang City belonged to Beimu Province, which had only nine cities in total—one of the provinces with fewer cities in the entire Summer Country. So the competition for the entrance exam selection tournament was not as fierce as in other places, though it was still more intense than in some remote western provinces.

This year’s exam rules followed previous years: each city selected three to four candidates, totaling thirty-two students for the official selection tournament.

Qingjiang City was an ordinary city with a small population, so it only had three spots.

Dozens of high schools citywide competed for those three places.

At first glance, the competition seemed harsh, but most seniors had only just received their Spirit Princesses, hadn’t gone through the rapid growth phase, and their strength was limited.

So the actual intensity of the matches was quite low. Not even comparable to the World Cup or some entertainment tournaments organized by major companies, which were much fiercer than the entrance exam selection tournament.

But for most young trainers, this selection tournament could be considered their first battle in life.

After arriving at school, Tang Yi handed the completed registration form to his homeroom teacher.

“You actually signed up, I see,” Gu Qingyue greeted him just as he finished registering.

Tang Yi smiled, “I wasn’t joking. Didn’t you bring your Lucky Egg Princess today?”

Gu Qingyue shook her head. “The school’s crowded today, so I didn’t bring her. I’m not competing anyway. How’s Ralts doing lately?”

“She’s doing well. Oh, here’s the drawing she made yesterday—what do you think?” Tang Yi brought Ralts’s weekend work to school, planning to enjoy it during lunch.

Gu Qingyue’s expression was odd as she glanced at the crooked, soulful sketches in the notebook. “Is this a Pidgey?”

“Cough, it’s a Fearow.”

“Alright. Well, her technique needs improvement.”

“No hurry, no hurry. She’s just starting out. I’m actually very pleased with this level.”

Tang Yi’s happiness was plain to see. To use telekinesis to create such doodles was quite impressive for a Ralts barely two months old.

Gu Qingyue’s focus was different, and she was a bit speechless. “Is this what you’ve been busy with lately?”

Her tone brimmed with disbelief.