Ye Lan's mouth twitched. You said that so proudly—should I give you an award or something?
Before Ye Lan could react, Su Muqing had already begun scanning his entire body with a round device.
"The concentration of Grass-type energy is actually this high!" Glancing at the data on the device, Su Muqing's eyes lit up, and the way she looked at Ye Lan began to change.
If the concentration of Grass-type energy around an ordinary person's body was 1, roughly equivalent to the density of Grass-type energy in the air—
Then people who spent a long time in places with high concentrations of Grass-type energy, such as the residents of Green Sprout Town, could reach around 1.3. Those born with greater affinity could reach around 1.5, already making them exceptional.
Yet the concentration of Grass-type energy around Ye Lan had reached an astonishing 7.5! And that was under rushed conditions with crude equipment. With a thorough examination, it might be even higher.
"In the eyes of Grass-type Pokémon, you're probably a real treat, aren't you? Just being near you makes them feel comfortable."
Other than psychic powers, Su Muqing truly could not think of any other explanation for such an abnormal situation.
Still, this was her first time personally seeing a psychic with abilities related to Grass-type energy.
"Does your ability have any other effects?" Su Muqing dug a notebook and pen out of a pile of miscellaneous clutter and asked as naturally as if it were nothing.
"Uh, I can understand what Grass-type Pokémon are trying to express more clearly. Does that count?"
Ye Lan scratched his head, feeling as though things were developing in a direction completely different from what he had expected.
Su Muqing's eyes lit up. She brushed the bangs blocking her vision behind her ear