Pokemon: Become A Principal And Summon Giovanni As A Teacher

The female secretary nodded gently: "I understand, thank you principal."

Kong Xian smiled slightly: "Go and rest, there are still many things to deal with tomorrow."

The female secretary responded and left the office.

Kong Xian leaned on the back of his chair again and looked out the window at the square under the moonlight. Ash's figures were blurred, but their voices were still clear.

"Ash, are the trainers in North China really that strong?" came a red "917" voice.

"Of course, but we're not weak, right?" Ash's voice was full of confidence.

Kong Xian smiled softly, cheering for them silently in his heart.

At this moment, a figure walked into Kong Xian's office, it was Liu Ming.

"Principal, the arrangements for tomorrow have been notified. Is there anything else you need me to do?" Liu Ming asked.

Kong Xian shook his head: "No, you should go to bed early."

Liu Ming responded and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly turned back: "Principal, Ash and the others...

"Don't worry, they will be fine." Kong Xian interrupted, "They have a power that our generation does not have.

Liu Ming nodded, seeming to understand a little, but also seemed to still have some doubts, but he still turned and left.

Kong Xian sat alone in his office, thinking about his upcoming trip to North China, and his heart was full of expectations.

Kong Xian's eyes lingered on a photo album on his desk for a moment. He opened it slowly, and each page contained photos of Pokémon trainers, all of whom had experienced training in this battle tower. Every one of them is a student that he is proud of.

As he turned the page page by page, Kong Xian's eyes gradually softened. Among them are Ash, Yushu, Silver, Red and others. Each of them represents a story or a memory.

Kong Xian touched these photos gently, as if he could feel the temperature at that time. Suddenly, he stopped, and in front of him was a familiar but unfamiliar face - Xiao Wenjing.

This is a photo of Xiao Wenjing when he was young. Compared with him now, he is a little less vicissitudes of life and a little more immature.

Kong Xian sighed softly: "Xiao Wenjing, what kind of person are you?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Kong Xian put down the photo album and calmed down his emotions.

The door was pushed open, and a figure walked in. It was Li Yan, a supervisor of the Battle Tower...

"Principal, I have a few suggestions about tomorrow's competition." Li Yan said.

Kong Xian motioned for him to sit down: "Let's talk."

"According to the information before the game, Ash and his team are indeed very strong, but the style of trainers in the North China Theater is completely different from ours. I suggest that in the preliminary stage, arrange some experienced Rivals for them to let them adapt first. North China’s fighting style.”

Kong Xian thought for a while: "What you said makes sense. I will make arrangements according to your suggestions tomorrow.

Li Yan smiled slightly: "Thank you, principal."

"With your support over the years, Battle Tower can reach what it is today. Tomorrow's event depends entirely on you." Kong Xian said seriously. 4.4

Li Yan nodded: "I will try my best."

The two chatted for a while, and then Li Yan said goodbye and left. Kong Xian looked at his back, feeling filled with relief.

It was late at night, Kong stood up and walked to the window. The lights in the square have been turned off, but in the distance, you can still see where Ash and the others are sitting around, chatting happily.

Kong Xian sighed softly, blessing them secretly in his heart. .