"What an unexpected disaster."
Although he had already used healing medicine, Snorlax Jr.'s injuries had clearly improved.
But Lovy still brought Snorlax Jr. to the Pokémon hospital for a full check-up.
His own Pokémon had been hurt — how could he take it lightly?
The Pokémon Centers did offer treatment services, but those were more for emergencies.
In the Pokémon world, there were specialized Pokémon hospitals with more comprehensive and reliable care.
By the time they returned, it was already dark.
It was almost 7 PM, time for his livestream. Lovy didn't want to keep his fans waiting. As a small streamer, being late could mean losing what little audience he had.
So as the clock struck seven, he started the stream.
[Is the streamer not here? Where is this?]
Lovy saw a familiar username — "Ms. Carrot" — probably someone who was waiting for him to go live.
"Sigh, don't even mention it... Something unexpected happened today. I nearly died."
Although it had been a close call, it ended safely. Lovy still joked lightly.
Ms. Carrot: [No way? You'd better be okay, streamer! I finally found my electronic mustard. If I can't watch you appraise Pokémon, how will I eat dinner?]
"What a coincidence, I'm just taking Snorlax Jr. to get dinner."
Lovy turned the camera toward Snorlax Jr. and the surrounding area.
Right ahead was the Doduo Express Station.
Snorlax Jr. was wobbling along as it walked, looking harmless — like an obedient kid.
A careful look revealed it was holding its belly with one hand, clearly focused on food!
"Today, no appraisals. We'll have a mukbang instead, and I'll show you all a new move Snorlax Jr. just learned!"
[Haha, sounds good!]
[Wow, a new segment?]
[I can't afford to raise a Snorlax Jr. — guess I'll just watch the streamer raise his!]
More and more viewers began joining the stream.
"You're raising a Snorlax Jr.? No wonder you bought 50 pounds of feed. That should last a week, right? Good thing you came to pick it up yourself — otherwise I'd have had to deliver it."
The Doduo Station's owner scanned Lovy's pickup code.
"You're a streamer? More and more young people are getting into that. You specialize in Snorlax Jr.? That's rare. Still, people usually prefer watching pretty girls dancing with Pokémon. That's more entertaining."
Lovy's expression turned slightly awkward at the chatter.
Last a week? More like one meal.
As for the dance streams — well, Lovy liked those too, sometimes.
"Yeah, doing a mukbang today. Just for fun."
He didn't bother arguing — pointless.
"Snorlax Jr., let's move the feed outside. We can't eat here."
The 50 pounds of mid-grade Pokémon feed was bundled together.
Lovy had planned to open the bundle and carry part of it himself.
But Snorlax Jr. simply picked up the whole sack and marched eagerly toward the door.
"Kah-oom!"
Hearing the joyful cry from Snorlax Jr. about to dig in, Lovy chuckled dotingly.
The hospital exam results had shown there were no real issues — just some disinfecting needed.
The kind Pokémon doctor even said if they had come later, the wound would've healed on its own.
[So cute and wholesome! Just needs to be a bit chubbier.]
[Snorlax Jr. needs a job. It's unfair it gets to be so carefree!]
[Streamer, what happened today? Are you still doing free consultations?]
"We are! A bit later."
Lovy replied to the comments.
"Boss, can I use your front door area? My Snorlax Jr. just needs to eat."
"Sure, sure. Look at the poor thing — it's starving, so skinny already."
Snorlax Jr. set the 50-pound sack on the ground, ripped open the packaging with its claws, and began devouring the food mouthful by mouthful.
[It's eating so well. I kinda wanna try my Meowth's feed myself!]
[LOL — my Poochyena heard the sound and rushed over to guard its bowl!]
The station owner had just lit a cigarette when he began to frown. Something didn't seem right.
Before he was even a quarter through the cigarette, Snorlax Jr. had devoured two 10-pound bags of feed. It even flipped the bags upside down to shake out every last pellet.
By the time Snorlax Jr. finished all 50 pounds, the cigarette still hadn't burned halfway.
Lovy turned the camera just in time to catch the owner's shocked and confused expression.
[Look how scared the guy is! If we didn't know better, we'd think Snorlax Jr. eats people!]
[Probably his first time seeing a Snorlax Jr. eat. I was stunned too, the first time.]
[Streamer's really generous — feeding Snorlax Jr. mid-grade food! Most people just use leftovers or pig slop.]
[You think the "big eater Pokémon" thing is a joke?]
Not just the owner — nearby passersby were also stunned by the "brutality" of Snorlax Jr.'s mukbang.
"Mom, I want to raise a Snorlax Jr. too!"
A kid blurted out, only to be dragged away with his eyes covered:
"Sweetie, that's not something normal people can raise."
The station owner took a deep drag on his cigarette, the ember flaring brightly. Who knows what he was thinking.
Seeing Lovy looking for a place to throw away the packaging, he quickly said:
"Leave it here, kid. I'll take care of it."
Seeing how Lovy looked a little thin and plainly dressed, the owner imagined the poor guy sacrificing everything to raise this Snorlax Jr.
Lovy felt like the guy might have gotten the wrong idea.
But if you're not saying it, I'm not saying it either.
Ms. Carrot: [Streamer, tell us more — what exactly happened today? I'm super curious.]
"Ugh, I got hit by a Tauros today. Almost died. Luckily, Snorlax Jr. protected me. Look at its injuries."
Lovy showed Snorlax Jr.'s wounds to the stream.
"What?! You got hit by a Tauros today?"
The owner's cigarette fell from his fingers, sparks flying as it hit the ground.
His conscience took a hit. The Pokémon feed had actually arrived that morning, but it was too heavy, so he waited for the customer to come pick it up.
Was it possible… this kid got hurt picking up the delivery?
He silently swore: next time this kid has a delivery, he'll bring it himself.
[Poor Snorlax Jr.!]
[Seriously, who leaves a Tauros loose in a residential area?!]
[Snorlax Jr. totally worth raising! What a good protector.]
[User "Ms. Carrot" sent a gift: Poké Ball ×1!]
[Gift message: Waaah! Streamer, give this to Snorlax Jr. to boost its nutrition!]
"It's okay, boss. Close call, but I'm alright. Otherwise, I wouldn't be standing here."
Lovy reassured the owner, then turned back to the comments.
"Don't worry — the guy was punished by the Pokémon Center and had to pay me 1000."
"Thank you, Ms. Carrot, for the Poké Ball gift. Snorlax Jr. thanks you!"
[Haha, glad it ended well!]
[I'll send a small gift too — don't mind how little it is!]
"Thank you all — even small gifts mean a lot. It's your support that keeps us going."
The station owner watched for a while, surprised:
"Whoa, your stream's actually got a following! People are sending gifts and everything. You're almost at 300 followers! 'Snorlax Appraisal'... I'm following! So you specialize in identifying Pokémon? That's awesome!"
He looked at Lovy with newfound respect.
The viewers heard everything too and quickly filled the screen with comments.
[Clearly the boss hasn't seen his stream before — that time with the Electric Caterpie, it turned out to be a hidden gem!]
['Little bro'? Nah, we all call him Big Bro Snorlax!]
[Sure, sexy dancing with Pokémon is fun, but it gets boring. Nothing beats Lovy's Pokémon appraisals!]
The owner was speechless.
Even though there were fewer than 200 viewers, the engagement and loyalty were off the charts — the hallmark of a major streamer in the making.
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