Zhang Yingying burst out laughing the moment she saw it. "Sharpening your spear right before battle—even if it doesn't make it faster, at least it'll shine. Do you really think this is an exam?"
Without even looking up, Ronan replied, "Someone called me a 'psychic,' but I've never admitted it. Now that the benefits seem pretty good, I'm drawing a few more pictures to get a feel for it. Just in case I really am one..."
"You're giving me 'just in case'?"
Seeing that Ronan was not sharpening his spear before battle but simply trying to flee from it, Zhang Yingying's almond-shaped eyes went wide. She grabbed him by the collar. "You drew my White Rainbow, and that bizarre Prison Building sketch too. How could you possibly not be a psychic?"
"Fine, I'm a psychic."
Ronan kept his eyes on the drawing software. He wanted to draw something, but his mind was a complete mess, without the slightest clue where to start. With Zhang Yingying still nagging in his ear, he simply gave up trying to save face. "You were the one who explained the concept of psychics to me. If you say I am, then I am. I'm taking the Association's benefits anyway. In the end, Yingying Jie, you'll be footing the bill, right?"
"Ugh!" Ronan's unprecedentedly intimate form of address disgusted Zhang Yingying so much that she nearly toppled over.
A brat in a rebellious phase was hard to deal with...
Zhang Yingying's eyeballs rolled, and her grip on Ronan's collar loosened slightly. "It's only hiring a C+ secretary and bodyguard. At most, it's one night—I can afford that much. But if you want to enjoy this kind of treatment long-term, you'll have to put in some effort... Oh, right. Didn't you say you needed inspiration or something?