Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 96 The innocent older brother is about to be kept by a wicked rich woman.

Chapter 97 The innocent older brother is about to be kept by a wicked rich woman.

The old professor who had been eavesdropping couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

"Young people are great," he said, shaking his large head, his tone kind but not without a hint of teasing, "daring and imaginative."

Zhang Qingzhe didn't react much to this well-intentioned mockery.

But Xia Qiwei was somewhat unhappy.

"Why don't you dare to dream?" She stared at the old professor with the Mediterranean-style haircut with her big purple eyes. "People should have ideals."

The old professor, after being rebuked like that, quickly shrank back and lowered his head, pretending to organize documents.

His bald head was glistening with sweat.

"Don't listen to these spineless bastards' nonsense." Xia Qiwei turned her gaze back to Zhang Qingzhe, her eyes serious. "I believe that with your talent, coupled with your hard work—you are qualified to challenge for the [Clerk's Position]."

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Zhang Qingzhe nodded slightly.

He thanked his master for his trust, and then asked, "If I can reach the [Dianwei] level—then, Master, can you also reach the [Luanwei] level?"

Xia Qiwei was stunned for a moment.

She couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter was crisp and bright, carrying a hint of self-mockery and a touch of relief.

"【Chanwei】is the highest level I can even dream of."

She gazed at the setting sun outside the window, her profile delicate yet gentle. "As for [color position] and [crown position]—they are as ethereal as castles in the air. Even in the most absurd dreams, I have never dared to hope to touch them."

Seeing the usually arrogant "Great Witch" looking so forlorn, Zhang Qingzhe curiously pressed on, "Why?"

"【典位】is already the authority of a certain school of thought, and has the right to formulate the rules and regulations for that school of thought."

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Xia Qiwei withdrew her gaze, her tone calm and clear, "Although the [Witch] is exceptionally talented, she can level up even while lying down and panting."

She paused slightly, then softened her voice.

"But the vast majority of 'witches' will actually remain at the level of 'formal card masters,' and only a few geniuses will become 'great witches.'"

Zhang Qingzhe nodded slightly.

If that's the case, then it's quite remarkable that Master, at such a young age, has become the "Great Witch."

Xia Qiwei continued to explain, "The next level, [Civilization], is an even more watershed moment, completely separating super geniuses from ordinary geniuses."

"So—does this mean that 'genius' is merely the threshold for [a certain rank]?"

"That's right!"

Xia Qiwei nodded, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "You are the most talented apprentice I have ever met."

That's why I said you might "reach the pinnacle." But in reality, far more geniuses fall on this path than you imagine.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingzhe fell into a deep silence.

He had always aimed to become a "Grand Master Card Player".

But I never imagined that there was an even higher realm of heaven above this peak.

Once you reach the [Transcendent Third Tier], you can transcend the realm of humans and enter the realm of [Mythical Creatures].

It's truly unbelievable!

The sun had completely sunk below the horizon.

The office lights dimmed, and the overhead incandescent bulbs came on.

Xia Qiwei gently moved her ankle, which was still being held, and said, "These questions you asked me today suddenly reminded me of my past self."

Xia Qiwei recalled the past, when she also looked up at the sky, harboring lofty dreams.

"Keep trying! I'll do my best to help you."

Although the concept of "Transcendent Third Tier" is very attractive, it is still an unattainable goal for Zhang Qingzhe at present.

His greatest gain today was actually the healing of his soul.

With this "mood candy," he can create cards for the [Life School] and [Necromantic School] without any scruples.

"Professor, where can I buy this kind of candy?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.

"If you want to buy some, it's not difficult; there are candy stores that sell them. However, they are quite expensive," Xia Qiwei replied.

How expensive?

"The one you just ate is worth about a thousand dollars."

"What?"

Zhang Qingzhe was stunned.

That tiny piece of candy was worth a thousand dollars.

While Zhang Qingzhe was lost in thought, Xia Qiwei gently shook her leg.

The foot, wrapped in black stockings, was as smooth as a swimming fish, and finally slipped out of his grasp.

She breathed a barely audible sigh of relief, turned around and rummaged through the cabinet for a while, taking out a delicate tin candy box.

"These are all for you." She handed over the box.

Although this witch is somewhat childish, she is indeed quite responsible as a magic mentor.

So far, she has not treated her students like slaves; on the contrary, she has provided them with considerable financial support.

Holding the box of mood candies, Zhang Qingzhe returned home with a heavy heart.

Zhang Qingzhe thought back to when he first wanted to switch to the "Life School," but now it seemed so naive.

The daily consumption of these "momentary treats" alone is probably beyond the reach of ordinary families.

It seems that studying medicine is an expensive endeavor in any world.

The evening glow shone through the window, casting a soft, warm hue over the living room.

Zhang Qingzhe sighed softly and sat down on the sofa in a daze.

He didn't even notice that his sister had been lying next to him the whole time.

Upon seeing her brother return, the younger sister immediately nestled closer like a kitten, her pretty face beaming with pride.

"Brother, I have something to give you."

"Um."

Zhang Qingzhe responded absentmindedly and casually placed the mood candy on the coffee table.

The younger sister's eyes were immediately drawn to the box.

Her once bright and sunny face tightened at a visible speed.

"Who gave this to my brother?" The younger sister pointed to the candy box, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible wariness.

"Oh, Professor Xia gave it to me."

"That 'Great Witch' again?" The younger sister's voice rose slightly. "What exactly is she trying to do?"

"It's nothing, it's just to help me. You know what? This kind of mood candy can replenish your soul, isn't that amazing?"

Zhang Qingzhe continued talking to himself, completely unaware that his sister's expression was growing increasingly unpleasant.

"How much did this cost?" the younger sister asked, frowning.

Zhang Qingzhe looked at the box.

One "Mood Candy" costs 1,000 yuan, and there are about ten in the box, which is 10,000 yuan.

Even he himself was somewhat surprised when he came to this conclusion.

Xia Qiwei seems to be a little too generous, giving away gifts worth tens of thousands of yuan at a time.

My sister's brows furrowed tightly.

A terrible sense of déjà vu, that "a handsome and innocent older brother is being kept by a bad rich woman," kept rising in my mind.