"Uh... as you can see, Ye Lan's Pokémon are all somewhat unusual. But compared to the Pokémon food he makes, his Pokémon are actually pretty normal..."
Zhang Pengfei did not need to guess to know where Ye Lan had recruited such a massive group of Pokémon.
Moreover, according to Professor Shen from the Breeding Department, Ye Lan's exploration of becoming a Pokémon nutritionist had only just reached the beginner stage. In terms of skill, he was nowhere near some truly experienced Pokémon nutritionists.
He truly did not dare imagine what effects Ye Lan's Pokémon food would have once his cooking skills matched Professor Shen's.
At Ye Lan's rate of improvement, he might accomplish that feat before graduating from university. When that happened, their Battle Department would be in for another disaster.
"Why not have the principal start preparing to tax Ye Lan's Pokémon Candy in advance? Candy tax, war tax, arms tax, whatever. If we don't suppress them a little, those little lunatics from the Battle Department will blow up the whole academy!"
As if sensing something, Leafeon, who was crouched before Ye Lan, suddenly whipped around and glared at Zhang Pengfei, who had fallen into deep thought.
As the household's current financial ambassador, it upheld the principle that "the Trainer can be tricked out of looks, but never out of money." It had already begun studying advanced accounting in its spare time between training. To do so, it had even been watching anime less often lately.
Seeing that Zhang Pengfei had no intention of ending the assessment, the other three judges helplessly shook their heads and focused their full attention on the screen displaying Ye Lan's movements.
At that moment, Ye Lan sat atop Serperior's head with a map in hand. Surrounded by a large group of Bunashicao and