novellhall Chapter 159 [Dragon School] Cards, Another Card System
Chapter 159 [Dragon School] Cards, Another Card System
Chapter 160 [Dragon School] Cards, Another Card System
Zhang Qingzhe continued, "She's also a little witch, and she can make mood candies, so our interests are aligned. I'll just give her a proper talking to."
Upon hearing this, Xia Qiwei's eyes suddenly lit up.
Her attention was suddenly drawn in another direction.
"Another 'little witch'? You really do have a knack for being associated with 'witches'."
"Professor, what do you mean by that?"
"What I mean is, can you convince them both to apply to our [Energy Shaping School] and become my apprentices?"
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"Well—"
Zhang Qingzhe always felt that if these three "witches" got together, he would probably never have a peaceful day again.
But from another perspective, if both the younger sister and Su Nianxi could become Xia Qiwei's students, their safety would be guaranteed by an extra layer.
Finally, Zhang Qingzhe nodded: "I understand, I will try my best to persuade them."
"That's great!" Xia Qiwei finally smiled.
"Professor, let's continue talking about the card," Zhang Qingzhe steered the conversation back on track. "How did you get this card?"
"Well! Actually, the Deadpool organization's cards are made using a different process than any other [school]."
Upon hearing about knowledge related to "card making", Zhang Qingzhe immediately became interested and subconsciously leaned forward.
Xia Qiwei suddenly remembered the last time Tong Yunran teased her.
She had no choice but to awkwardly reach out and push Zhang Qingzhe away.
Then she changed her posture, crossing her long legs.
The black stockings rubbed against each other, making a soft rustling sound.
"They actually stole the remains of ancient dragons and used those materials to make cards directly. These cards don't need to be drawn; they're made in one go."
For Zhang Qingzhe, who has been studying card making, this method of production is simply unbelievable.
He eagerly pressed on, "If we don't draw a magic circle, how do we determine what kind of magical effect the card carries?"
"Those ancient dragons possessed a vast amount of magic during their lifetimes. These magical imprints are preserved in their remains. Therefore, the cards created will randomly inherit one of these imprints."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingzhe suddenly understood.
No wonder the scarred man he fought seemed to have a low status in the organization, yet his card was so useful.
It turns out that in the Deadpool organization, what cards you get is all based on luck.
Perhaps when the scarred man first received the card, no one expected it to be so useful.
Now that this card has fallen into Zhang Qingzhe's hands, it's a huge bargain for him.
Xia Qiwei grabbed Zhang Qingzhe by the collar and pulled him close to her face.
She adopted an uncharacteristically serious expression and lowered her voice to warn, "Remember, you must keep this a secret, or you'll be considered a heretic."
"I understand, Professor." Zhang Qingzhe nodded.
The office fell silent for a moment, with only the low hum of the air conditioner.
The master and apprentice exchanged a glance.
Xia Qiwei then quietly pushed the dangerous card back into Zhang Qingzhe's hand.
After putting away the [Old Tentacle], Zhang Qingzhe bent down and picked up the high heels hidden under the chair.
He wasn't the ungrateful person Xia Qiwei was. Since Xia Qiwei had helped him resolve his doubts, he had to show his gratitude in return.
So he took Xia Qiwei's ankle and helped her put her high heels back on.
The two of them used to bickering all the time, but everyone in the office was quite used to it.
Now that it has suddenly become quiet, it has attracted the attention of Old Wang next door.
He secretly turned his head and looked over again.
Xia Qiwei felt embarrassed.
This rebellious disciple is truly lawless!
Touching Master's face wasn't enough; now he even wants to touch his feet!
—Is this what they call "manipulating things"?
If someone sees her like this, she'll never be able to get married.
Although things are tough right now, we still have to keep trying.
Her first instinct was to kick him, hoping to make this rebellious disciple behave himself.
But then I suddenly remembered that the high heels were too stiff, so in the end I just used the smooth toe of the shoe to gently hook it on his calf.
The "Mood Candy" incident has temporarily come to an end.
However, the crisis has not been resolved.
Extensive intelligence suggests that the Deadpool organization has a grand plan, and their current goal is to collect a large number of Mood Candy Witches.
Therefore, Zhang Qingzhe not only needs to improve his own strength, but also needs to be careful to protect his younger sister at all times.
During this period, Zhang Qingzhe had not appeared in class for a long time.
He is currently in a state of self-study.
He would only go to Xia Qiwei's office to ask for advice when he encountered a truly difficult problem.
Although he is still a freshman in name only, he is already living the life of a graduate student.
At first, the students in the class found it very strange.
Various rumors circulated quietly in the classroom.
Some say he is still recovering from serious injuries, some say he is preparing to drop out of school, and some even speculate mysteriously that he has been involved in some kind of assassination attempt.
Later, it was Wang Dong who stepped forward to quell these discussions.
During the break between classes, he stood at the front of the classroom.
In a deliberately amplified voice, he announced to the students who had gathered around him: "The actual situation is that Zhang Qingzhe is only one step away from becoming a [Formal Card Master]."
The students in the classroom fell silent instantly.
[Formal Card Master] This is usually the level reached by the most outstanding talents among senior graduates.
"Therefore, he has now switched to research-based learning. Unless there is a special need, he will no longer attend regular courses."
When announcing the news, Wang Dong had a clear look of smugness on his face.
Besides being happy for his "good brother," he also had his own ulterior motives.
Now, in this class—
Zhou Keming is no longer here, and Zhang Qingzhe has left the class.
In that case, wouldn't Wang Dong be the de facto number one?
He looked forward to being looked at with new respect by his classmates and to gaining a new status in the class.
Unfortunately, reality was completely different from what he had imagined.
In everyone's mind, this is nothing more than "when the tiger is not at home, the monkey takes over."
Nobody cared about his "first place".
Wang Dong was even secretly hoping that some girls would develop feelings for him because of this.
But such a good thing never happened even once.
Occasionally, a girl would come over to talk to him, always lowering her voice to ask, "Hey, Wang Dong, have you heard anything about Zhang Qingzhe lately?"
"When will he come back to class?"
"What exactly did Professor Xia teach him individually?"
Each time, Wang Dong could only manage a stiff smile; the little bit of pride in his heart had turned into cold, shards of ice.
Sunlight streamed into the classroom through the window, casting neat patches of light on the desks.
The students continued with their daily routines, occasionally glancing at the always-reserved empty seat.
At that moment, Zhang Qingzhe was sitting in his office.
"Professor, thank you for that medical card from last time."
His tone suddenly became much more sincere. This was a sign that he was about to try and gain some benefits: "If it weren't for that card, my arm would probably be crippled by now."
Zhang Qingzhe stretched out his arm.
The feeling at the severed arm has returned, and it's even better than my original hand, although there's still some discoloration on the skin.
Xia Qiwei was adjusting her stockings when she heard this, and then looked up at him.
"Now you're finally thinking of thanking me?"
A half-smile curved her lips. "At least you still have a conscience."
She tucked her loose long hair behind her ear and then lazily leaned back in the chair.
When she performs this simple action, it always carries a subtle, alluring quality.
Zhang Qingzhe stretched his arms. "That card was incredibly effective. So I was wondering—Professor, do you have any more?"
Xia Qiwei's expression became subtle.
She turned her face slightly to the side, and crossed her long legs.
Her calves, encased in black stockings, had beautiful lines, and the high heel she had just put on began to sway slightly again.
The tiny feet encased in black stockings were simply mesmerizing.
"Do you think those are just some cheap band-aids sold casually at a convenience store?"
Xia Qiwei gave a soft hum, "【Healing Card】, but it's a card unique to the 【Life School】, I had to rely on connections to get it."
She held up three fingers and waved them in front of Zhang Qingzhe. "One ticket is three hundred thousand, and that's after a discount, do you understand?"
Zhang Qingzhe gasped.
He had heard that medical cards were expensive, but he didn't expect them to be this expensive.
"Then—what if I make it myself?" he asked tentatively. "Professor, can you teach me?"
Xia Qiwei stared at him for a few seconds, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly.
"While you do have some talent in the [School of Life], the [Healing Card] is a high-end card. Its lower level is for the convenience of patient treatment. I don't think you can create it before reaching the graduate level."
"Professor, how will we know if we don't try?"
Professor Wang from next door looked up and said, "Yes! Young people should have a lot of drive."
Xia Qiwei frowned.
She realized that this guy wasn't working at all; he was holding the report upside down and was just listening to the noise.
Xia Qiwei glanced around again and found that many of her colleagues had the same goal.
Xia Qiwei sighed softly, wondering if she should apply for an independent laboratory.
"Professor, did you hear that?" Zhang Qingzhe urged.
"Alright! Having ambition is indeed a good thing." Xia Qiwei responded and took out a sturdy cardboard box from the bottom drawer.
The cardboard box made a dull thud when it landed on the table.
Xia Qiwei opened the dusty box and pulled out a huge book with a blue cover.
The book is as thick as the "Cihai" dictionary, and the title on the cover, which is embossed in gold, shimmers with a faint light: "[Life School] Advanced: The Complete Guide to Making Therapeutic Cards: From Beginner to Giving Up".
"Give!"
She pushed the book towards her, saying, "【Healing Cards】, although they are only low-level cards, the complexity of their production process is even greater than that of 【High-level Cards】."
Zhang Qingzhe took the large book; its heavy weight made his heart sink.
He opened the table of contents, which was filled with densely packed small print, listing twenty-seven chapters.
Each major chapter is further divided into dozens of subsections.
"This is just the basics?" Zhang Qingzhe felt his throat go dry.
Xia Qiwei crossed her legs again, her high heels swaying more leisurely.
"Of course. Above that, there are intermediate and high-level healing cards, which are two or three times thicker than this."
Xia Qiwei blinked. "So, you want to give up?"
The sunlight outside the window shifted slightly, reflecting dazzling spots of light onto the gold-embossed title on the book cover.
The sunlight reflected off Xia Qiwei's face, revealing a hint of a mocking smile.
Zhang Qingzhe looked down at the book, then looked up at Xia Qiwei's face.
"No! I must learn how to make it." Zhang Qingzhe's face was calm, but his words were firm and resolute.
He held the large book close to his chest, having already made up his mind.
He had already thought about it; the [healing card] was very important to him.
Until he obtains the [Resurrection Card], he can only rely on this [Healing Card].
It wasn't just him who needed it; his sister needed it very much too.
If he learns it, he will give it to Su Nianxi so that he can feel more at ease.
correct!
Lin Wan also wanted to send one, after all, it was her cousin.
Let's give that idiot Wang Dong a copy too.
Gu Xintong doesn't need any more; she already has plenty.
wrong!
Even though she already has one, perhaps I should give her one, otherwise that girl will definitely complain to me.
Zhang Qingzhe, who is not good at socializing, has grown without realizing it.
night-
The desk lamp cast a warm yellow halo around the desk.
Zhang Qingzhe sat in the center of the halo, opening the thick textbook.
The paper gleamed with a soft white light under the lamp.
The dense text on it, like the legs of a centipede, was nauseating to look at.
Zhang Qingzhe sighed and put the quill pen aside.
It's been three hours, and the progress is almost zero.
Although he studied medicine in his previous life, he had a certain foundation in the "Life Science" field.
However, all the theories and techniques he learned during his freshman year were influenced by the "Energistics School".
Now that I'm making [healing cards], I'm suddenly feeling a bit out of sorts.
It felt like Zhang Fei had put down his spear and made him take up a feather fan and become a strategist.
The night outside the window grew deeper and deeper, with the occasional faint chirping of cicadas drifting from afar.
The light from the desk lamp flowed silently across the pages of the book, illuminating the intricate and terrifying runes.
Zhang Qingzhe rubbed his throbbing temples and flipped through a stack of failed drafts.
Finally, he gently closed the heavy book.
The words "From Beginner to Giving Up" on the cover shimmered subtly under the light.
He suddenly realized that the title of the book was absolutely right.
When Xia Qiwei was looking for a book, this one was at the very bottom.
It seems she has also gone through the mental journey from "entering the world" to "entering the grave".
Zhang Qingzhe stood up and threw a few punches into the air.
Just as his fist was about to explode in mid-air, he immediately stopped.
If you accidentally wake your sister up, she'll complain that her brother "slapped" her.
Zhang Qingzhe lifted a corner of the curtain and gazed at the distant horizon.
The city lights, in the night, form a hazy galaxy.
In the distance stands a towering skyscraper, still under construction with lights on through the night.
Zhang Qingzhe estimated that it was already almost a thousand meters high, but he didn't know where it was going to end.
The magical world is truly amazing!
Even such miraculous projects can rise from the ground in the hands of this civil engineer.
Zhang Qingzhe sighed and looked back at the textbook.
He suddenly felt that it was too early to give up.
I've been too impetuous. I should calm down, adopt the spirit of my fellow civil engineers who work on construction projects, and be prepared for a "long-term battle."
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