Bai Luan, for the sake of these Pokémon, contacted Hyperion. After hearing Bai Luan's massive plan involving animation, games, and planets, Hyperion was momentarily stunned, then waved his hand dramatically:
"Let's do it!"
He's already created a game‑themed planet in his life, so adding another one is fine with him.
He and Bai Luan talked for a long time, finalizing every detail of the project step by step, and then set things in motion.
Hyperion announced the news on the StarNet, declaring a partnership with Bl to produce a Pokémon series game.
Not only will they make the game, they'll also produce an animated series and, based on Pokémon, build a planet where Pokémon can truly exist.
After pulling the old man into the fold… ahem, recruiting him, Bai Luan began preparing the Pokémon planet.
First, he transferred a batch of credit points to Hyperion to ensure there were no financial worries.
Then he spent some time fleshing out the remaining Pokémon blueprints and handed them to Ruan Mei, asking her to help create those Pokémon.
Ruan Mei was intrigued by the blueprints and took the job.
To ensure efficiency and prevent Ruan Mei from adding any crazy extras, Bai Luan brought Stelle over from Penacony to assist her.
Next, to solve the problem of having too many Pokémon, Bai Luan also produced Poké Balls.
These Poké Balls use special technology: once a Pokémon is captured, the ball automatically creates a comfortable living environment inside, with ample space.
However, even with Poké Balls, you can't keep Pokémon sealed inside forever.
They still need owners to look after them temporarily.
So Bai Luan placed all the Pokémon into Poké Balls, set up a small stall, arranged the balls neatly, then pulled out his phone and opened the Space Station group chat.
Bai Luan: [Image]
Bai Luan: [Coordinates]
Bai Luan: Anyone want to adopt a Pokémon?
Melon-Eating First Line: ?
Slacking Data Analyst: ?
Drama-chasing Specialist: ?
Bai Luan: ?
Bai Luan: If you want it, you want it; if you don't, you don't. What's with the question marks?
Slacking Data Analyst: Not that, Station Master, didn't you just announce the Pokémon news?
Slacking Data Analyst: What does 'adopt now' mean?
Bai Luan: It's literal.
Bai Luan: You can adopt one right now.
Bai Luan: Consider it a little perk for coming to the Space Station.
Drama-chasing Specialist: There's also a beta server to play early?
Slacking Data Analyst: The ignorant staff are still typing, while the truly clever have already left their desks!
Melon-Eating First Line: @Slacking Data Analyst, isn't this off‑hours!?
Slacking Data Analyst: I don't care. .JPG
Slacking Data Analyst: As long as I'm fast enough, no one will notice I left my desk!
Melon-Eating First Line: So that's how you solve it?
Bai Luan's phone kept buzzing, but he already saw Lars sprinting toward him.
Honestly, it felt like a market auntie grabbing discounted veggies.
Lars rushed to Bai Luan's stall, panting:
"Station… Station Master, I… I want one."
Bai Luan gave him a glance, then pointed at the pile of Poké Balls and said:
"Pick one."
"Uh, looks like a blind box."
Lars looked at the pile, then randomly chose one.
Bai Luan glanced at it; it seemed to be an Eevee.
"If you don't take good care of it, I'll come after you."
Lars scratched his head and couldn't help but joke:
"Feels familiar… When you gave me Jarvis, did you say the same thing?"
Hearing that, Bai Luan gave Lars a look. 'If you use Eevee to make a flash‑bang again, I'll have to hammer you.'
Lars suddenly felt an inexplicable chill.
What a bad omen?
Never mind, probably just an illusion.
"Let's go, Station Master, it's still work hours, at least we should put on a show."
Lars ran off like the wind.
After Lars left, a group of Staff Members came to pick Pokémon, and Bai Luan quickly handed out all the Pokémon.
Hmm… feels like I'm Professor Oak.
Especially when the late‑arriving staff sulked because they didn't get a Pokémon.
Unfortunately, he's not Professor Oak, so he can't pull out a Pikachu for them.
Bai Luan didn't force the adopters to keep it secret; he only asked them to take good care of the Pokémon they took.
So after distributing the Pokémon, the StarNet was soon flooded with videos about them.
As everyone knows, in the old internet, the highest‑status creators were those with pets, especially cat and dog. Today's staff are pretty much the same.
Once the videos went out, a massive wave of envy erupted among netizens.
"We're still waiting for the game, while some have already gotten the real thing."
"Now I have to apply to the Space Station."
"I wish I could reach into the video and grab that Pokémon!"
See, that's free promotion.
It solves both who will care for the Pokémon and the promotion issue—a win‑win.
As Pokémon news kept fermenting, an unexpected visitor arrived at the Space Station.
It was Lin Lin, an old classmate of Bai Luan from First Truth University.
"Long time no see, old classmate!"
Lin Lin, dressed in a company reporter's uniform, brought her unique floating photography drone to the Space Station.
"Hmm, long time no see."
The last time they crossed paths was when they filmed the annual promotional video at the Space Station.
Back then, using the Yi Mu account, Bai Luan gave Lin Lin's account a slight boost, secretly helping her out. He wonders how she's doing now.
"How have you been lately?"
"Great! Let me tell you…"
Lin Lin began to recount her recent life.
After Bai Luan's recommendation, her blogger career has been booming.
Eventually, the income from this side gig is enough to support herself.
But to get news of new exotic creatures earlier, Lin Lin kept her reporter job at the company.
She also signed a contract with the company, taking a lower salary but gaining freedom to choose her shooting subjects.
"When I see those cute little guys, I can't help but apply to the company to interview them here! They're really, really adorable!"
She sighed.
"Unfortunately, when I was applying to school, the Space Station didn't allocate Pokémon. If such a reward existed back then… maybe I'd have worked hard and gotten into the Space Station!"
Bai Luan chuckled and said:
"You don't have to force yourself into the Space Station. First Truth University isn't bad either, or you could try applying now—age has never been a problem."
Hearing that, Lin Lin's head bobbed like a rattle.
"No, no, I'm not cut out for studying. Even at my smartest, I didn't get in, let alone now."
She lowered her voice and said:
"Actually, over the years since graduation, the knowledge I learned from Professor Ratio I've given back to him."
After quietly saying that, Lin Lin scratched her head.
"Don't tell Professor Ratio, or he'll scold me."
"Don't worry, the professor only says, 'Recognizing yourself isn't unwise; you're smarter than those clueless fools.'"
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