“I’m not lying. The labels on the backs are completely different from ordinary instruments. Look closely and you’ll see,” I insisted.
Zack leaned in, half-skeptical, to check for himself.
Professor Laird gave a lazy, mocking scoff. “All the institute’s equipment is purchased centrally. I’ve never heard of any differences. Stop trying to fool them. Did you forget I’m standing right here?”
At her words, both Zack and Xaviera immediately lifted their heads, their doubt swept away.
Afraid they still wouldn’t believe me, I rushed to explain, “It’s true. These instruments were donated by Bulwark Group through special channels. You can’t find them on the market.”
Professor Laird burst into laughter, nearly doubling over as though I’d told the funniest joke. “Bulwark Group? They’re our school’s biggest sponsor. They only give special equipment to top talent.
“What? Are you trying to say Bulwark Group gave these to you? How shameless! Why not just claim you’re a top talent and be done with it? At least then your lie would sound halfway convincing!”