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Chapter 55: Impolite Youth

Yuga even hired someone to design a website specifically for his Day Care. The website provided a simple introduction to the YoYo Day Care, and Yuga updated it daily with information about the shop and the Pokémon eggs for sale.

However, since Yuga Day Care was just starting out and lacked reputation, as well as rare or high-quality Pokémon, the website had low traffic for now.

Nevertheless, Yuga remained undeterred. He believed that as his Day Care improved over time and the variety of Pokémon grew, the current stagnant situation would eventually break through.

Due to the early hour, the slightly misty and fresh air outside invigorated Yuga. He set up a chair, held a cup of tea, and sat by the shop entrance.

At sixteen years old, Yuga felt like he had entered the routine life of a sixty-year-old.

While Yuga observed the bustling crowd on the street, a short-statured young man arrived at the shop entrance. He glanced at the sign above the doorframe and said disdainfully, "Can a small Day Care like this have good Pokémon?"

Yuga looked up at the ordinary-looking, short young man. Despite feeling uncomfortable, he politely stood up from the chair and said, "Welcome. Are you interested in buying Pokémon eggs?"

Without acknowledging Yuga, the young man walked into the shop, and Yuga followed suit.

Upon entering, the young man mood improved slightly as he observed that the interior was better than the exterior.

"What kinds of Pokémon eggs do you have here?" the young man asked, still not bothering to turn his head as he examined the glass cabinet containing the eggs.

"At the moment, we have Poochyena, Lotad, Seedot, Taillow, Surkrit, Shroomish, Azuril, Skitty, and Corphish," Yuga explained briefly, pointing out the location of each Pokémon egg.

Listening to Yuga introduction, the young man sneered, "Small shop, small selection. I guess you can only have these few kinds of Pokémon."

After saying that, he inquired further, "What qualities are these Pokémon eggs?"

"All of them have yellow qualities," Yuga replied.

"Tch!"

The young man spat lightly and turned to leave.

Seeing him about to leave, Yuga struggled to suppress his anger and repeated to himself mentally: "Don\'t get angry, don\'t get angry... Customers are gods, customers are gods..."

Just as the young man had walked a couple of steps, Swablu, which had been sleeping in its nest, woke up without Yuga noticing. Coincidentally, at that moment, the bird flew out of the Weather Tree and landed on Yuga head.

Upon seeing Swablu, the young man eyes lit up.

"Isn\'t this a pretty decent Pokémon? I want this Swablu," he declared.

Saying that, the young man reached his hand towards the bird, attempting to remove it from Yuga head.

Yuga leaned aside to dodge the young man hand and apologetically said, "I\'m sorry, this Swablu is not for sale."

Failing to obtain Swablu, the young man raised an eyebrow and said quite displeased, "Not for sale? What, are you afraid I can\'t afford it?"

Seeing the bratty expression on the young man face, Yuga felt a surge of anger but maintained his polite demeanor. He responded, "It\'s not about the money. Swablu is truly not available for sale."

The young man impatiently waved his hand and continued trying to catch Swablu, saying, "Why are you so full of nonsense? Money? Do you think I\'m short of money?"

Yuga dodged the young man hand once again, realizing that his good nature might not hold up against this youth. He turned cold and said, "Please show some respect. This Swablu is truly not for sale."

Seemingly frustrated by failing to catch the bird twice, the young man face turned sour, and he angrily exclaimed, "What\'s wrong with you? You\'re not making money when you can. With this tiny shop of yours, you should be grateful if I\'m willing to buy Pokémon from you. Why are you acting so high and mighty?"

Yuga felt like he was about to cry just from listening to this brat speak.

"Please leave."

"What do you mean? You think you can kick me out of this small, rundown shop?"

Upon hearing Yuga ask him to leave, the young man began shouting loudly.

The young man shouting reached outside the shop, and several passersby on the street curiously stretched their necks to peer inside.

Seeing the situation, Yuga face turned stern as he told the young man, "I am indeed asking you to leave. Please depart immediately; you\'re not welcome here."

The young man expression changed multiple times as he looked at Yuga stern face. He still seemed unwilling to give up, continuing to reach for Swablu.

At that moment, Yuga Absol suddenly hopped out and positioned itself between Yuga and the young man, assuming a defensive stance.

Seemingly startled by Absol appearance, the young man, with an air of displeasure, warned Yuga, "What\'s so impressive about this! You just wait and see!"

Saying that, the young man hurriedly left the shop.

Only then did Yuga let out a sigh of relief and said to Absol, "Thank you, Absol."

Absol shook its head and then left.

Returning to his seat by the shop entrance, Yuga sighed deeply. He felt that his mood for the day was probably ruined, and he couldn\'t fathom why such an annoying person had to come and irritate him so early in the morning.

"Big Brother Yuga, are you okay?"

At that moment, Rand voice rang out. Yuga looked up to see Rand standing in front of him with a backpack on his back and his Blitzle following behind. Perhaps noticing Yuga troubled expression, Rand asked, "Is everything alright?"

"I\'m fine."

Yuga waved his hand dismissively.

"Are you heading to school?"

Rand nodded, "Yes."

"In that case, hurry along. Don\'t be late. I\'m fine."

Without further questions, Rand walked away with his backpack.

Whether due to the bad luck brought by that young man or for some other reason, the entire morning passed without a single customer entering the shop, let alone buying any Pokémon eggs. Yuga was fuming with frustration.

He resolved to teach that brat a lesson the next time they crossed paths. This was the only thought occupying Yuga mind throughout the morning.