Pokemon: Piplup of the Ninth Generation

"How did you become the youngest champion in history?"

Zhang Anping, the youngest champion ever, stood on the handover stage. Hearing the host's question, he thought back to his second year of high school.

He replied, "It was a misunderstanding."

"What kind of misunderstanding could have produced our youngest champion? Could you tell us?"

The host held a cue card in one hand and a microphone in the other.

There was a smile on his face, but even more than that, his eyes were full of curiosity. The guests who had come to attend, along with all the viewers in the livestream, were just as eager.

Everyone looked expectantly at Zhang Anping,

waiting to hear his answer.

"Well, I think... I had to work hard."

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Anping didn't dare tell the truth about what had happened back then, so he gave a clever answer instead. Then he looked at the host, his eyes carrying an unmistakable warning to stop him from asking anything more...

"Ahem, we have a question from a fan."

"It's not just me. Everyone here is curious about this, and that is..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.