[Pokemon]➕ [Transmigration]➕ [System]➕ [Passionate]➕ [No heroine]
Programmer Lin Zhao is hit by a truck and sent to the Pokemon world he's always dreamed of.
His parents are researchers. They're no good at fighting, but they have an unbelievable number of friends.
For my sixth birthday, they gave me an egg. Its shell was covered in cracks. They said that was called “bonds.” I didn't understand, but I held the egg close and kept it warm for three whole months.
Later, it hatched into a Weedle. After that, I set out on a journey with it.
My adoptive father, Red, taught me, “That's not how you use Charizard.”
Ash, my senior, clapped me on the shoulder and said, “Believe in your partner.”
Green, my senior, snorted and tossed me a handwritten battle strategy notebook.
My senior Gary sent me a message: “If you lose, don't use my name.”
Every time I see him, Professor Oak stuffs a huge bag of Pokémon Food into my hands. “You're still growing.”
Old man Giovanni sipped his tea and, for once, offered a kind word: “Kid, you're easier on the eyes than your adoptive father was at your age.”
Six Pokemon, nine regions. At sixteen, I took second place in the Masters Eight. They were right: bonds really do make you strong.
