Why not talk to strangers? Go to hell with that.

“If you’re ten years old... then you’re just like Little Susan. Amazing, Little Susan is also preparing to take the breeder’s exam. Maybe you two will even become rivals.” The old man sighed.

“...So is that person also on this ship?” Stephen Clark was a bit speechless. Could it really be such a coincidence?

“She’s still eating. I finished and came out for some fresh air first.” The old man said naturally, then smiled and pointed over: “Look, she’s coming out now.”

Hearing this, Stephen Clark instinctively looked in the direction the old man pointed.

Right after, a girl with pink hair tied up appeared in front of Stephen Clark. But before Stephen Clark could say anything, the girl spoke in surprise: “It’s you!!”

“Me?” Now Stephen Clark was truly confused, not knowing what the girl meant.

“You two know each other?” The old man was also very surprised.

“Teacher.” Seeing the old man, the girl called Little Susan greeted him respectfully, “He’s the one I told you about.”

“You mean he’s the kid who found the mistake in your potion?” The old man was surprised too, not expecting such a coincidence.

Listening to their conversation, Stephen Clark finally understood and said with sudden realization, “So it was you.”

Back in Kaina City, the girl had worn a hat, covering her face and hair, so Stephen Clark hadn’t recognized her right away. But now, hearing her voice, it really was very similar.

“Let’s introduce ourselves again. My name is Susan Wright.” The girl reached out her hand and playfully winked at Stephen Clark.

“Stephen Clark.” Without hesitation, Stephen Clark also reached out his hand. The two of them were now properly acquainted.

However, the surname Joy made Stephen Clark take notice. In every somewhat populated area, the Pokémon Centers were monopolized by the Joy family, and this girl in front of him also had the surname Joy. It was hard not to think more about it.

The histories of the Joy and Officer Jenny families could even be traced back to the founding of the Pokémon League.

At this moment, the way Susan Wright addressed the old man also caught Stephen Clark’s attention. “Teacher” was not a title used lightly. According to the old man, Susan Wright was also preparing to go to Qishui City for the breeder’s exam. A ten-year-old breeder, plus the Joy family background—he began to suspect the old man’s true identity.

Maybe this old man was also a formidable breeder... That would explain his attitude upon hearing Stephen Clark was going to take the breeder’s exam.

“And you are?” Looking at the old man, Stephen Clark spoke again. Not knowing the other’s identity could easily lead to misunderstandings.

“Me? Didn’t I say? My name is Samuel Wright, and I’m also a breeder.” The old man smiled at this, speaking casually.

Hearing the old man’s explanation, Susan Wright showed a helpless expression and added to Stephen Clark, “Teacher is also a breeder, and holds a top-level title among breeders.”

Top-level breeder!

Getting this information was both expected and unexpected. Stephen Clark was surprised as well. Top-level breeders must be among the most prestigious people in this world, right?

He knew exactly what this status meant. Who could be called a master?

The Elite Four could, regional champions could, famous professors from each region could, as well as the masters of the Grand Festival above top coordinators. Besides them, there were the top-level breeders.

To be addressed on equal terms with those people, the status of a top-level breeder was self-evident.

Even a single comment from a top-level breeder about a Pokémon was worth its weight in gold.

“My apologies, Master Samuel Wright!” Stephen Clark expressed his earlier rudeness. Any master deserved respect, not to mention he had probably misunderstood this old man.

The old man’s curiosity was probably just concern for the younger generation...

“Haha, it’s a Little Smith, really. So you’re the kid Little Susan mentioned. No wonder, what a coincidence, running into so many talented youngsters in a row. If you could make Little Susan stumble, you must have some skills yourself.” Master Samuel Wright teased.

“I was just lucky.” Stephen Clark was telling the truth.

But to the others, this sounded humble and unassuming.

“I already had teacher verify it. It really was my mistake.” Susan Wright didn’t hide her error, admitting it frankly.

“There’s still a lot I can learn from Little Susan. Many of the potions she makes, I still haven’t figured out the principles behind them.” Shaking his head, Stephen Clark’s experience from his previous life told him to stay low-key in situations like this.

“Hahaha, of course. Little Susan is under my guidance, and with her natural talent, she’s managed to reach the level of a junior breeder at ten years old. But that’s exactly what makes you stand out, young man.”

The top-level breeder’s comment gave Stephen Clark a clear understanding of him. Four years of hard study hadn’t been in vain. A ten-year-old breeder might really be a miracle.

After all, Stephen Clark had been a student for over a decade in his previous life. Studying and analyzing came naturally to him, ingrained in his bones. For any child under ten, this was an enormous advantage.