Lin Jingjing and Aidan walked side by side, with Beisang leading the way ahead of them.
She leaned close to Aidan's ear and deliberately lowered her voice. "If Chief Bei chews us out in a bit, you have to help take some of the heat for me."
"If I get punished with my Grade D spiritual power, it'll be a fate worse than death."
Hearing this, Aidan gave her a speechless look.
The spiritual power she'd unleashed in the cafeteria couldn't possibly be Grade D, no matter how you looked at it.
"Your Spirit Level is Grade D?" Aidan asked, unconvinced.
Lin Jingjing patted her chest, then pulled out her First Corps ID to show him. "The real deal."
"I'm a very delicate flower, you know." After speaking, she gazed up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, putting on an especially sorrowful expression.
Aidan was speechless. Up ahead, Beisang was also speechless.
Leaving two people speechless at once—Lin Jingjing truly had a talent for the absurd.
