Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 51 is no less serious than publicly announcing a marriage.

"This...isn't that necessary?"

Zhang Qingzhe wanted to use his time wisely and didn't want to waste time on the "structuralist school."

"I've already cheered you on, wouldn't it be a bit unfair if you didn't come and help me?" Gu Xintong said.

After hearing what Gu Xintong said, Zhang Qingzhe felt that it made sense.

"Alright then! Send me a text message when the time comes," Zhang Qingzhe said.

"Okay! You have to keep your word! No more excuses." Gu Xintong said with a smile.

The senior student, who had been sitting in the middle, gave a somewhat helpless, bitter smile.

However, when Gu Xintong suddenly appeared, the suppression she felt, from her appearance to her demeanor, truly made her afraid to even breathe.

***

After parting ways with Gu Xintong, Zhang Qingzhe walked into the classroom, head bowed in thought.

He was completely unaware that the atmosphere along the way was quite different from before.

Everyone was secretly observing him.

Clearly, the news that he won first place in the freshman Dream Simulation competition had spread throughout the entire Energy Shaping School.

Now, the students in the class are all full of curiosity about this dark horse that has suddenly risen to prominence.

People were whispering among themselves, wondering who was really the number one student in the class now, him or Zhou Keming.

However, for some girls, there is no need for comparison at all.

Zhou Keming has a mean, bookish look; how can he compare to the gentle and handsome Zhang Qingzhe?

Many girls even think that Zhang Qingzhe should become an idol.

Why bother being a card seller when you could easily make a living off your looks?

Zhang Qingzhe was unaware of his classmate's thoughts and simply sat back down in his seat.

When Wang Dong came over to chat about gossip, he took the opportunity to hand him a dozen cards labeled "AA batteries":

"Help me sell it."

"Oh, no problem."

Wang Dong took the card, revealing a shrewd businessman's smile. "Now I finally believe you—this wasn't made by your sister; you made them all yourself."

"I already told you that."

Zhang Qingzhe shook his head helplessly, then lowered his voice, "There's one more thing you need to help me with."

"Go ahead," Wang Dong replied without looking up as he counted the cards.

"Keep an eye on Professor Kang Ping's actions for me."

"Um?"

"What should we pay attention to?"

"Pay attention to where he goes after get off work, what his hobbies are, his combat skills... in short, all kinds of information."

Wang Dong scratched his head in confusion: "Why are you interested in him? Could it be...?"

"roll!"

"Hey! Just kidding." Wang Dong waved his hand with a grin. "I won't ask for the specific reason, I'll just find out for you."

"Can you do it?"

"You're underestimating your brother. Your brother here has some wild ways to do things," Wang Dong said, raising an eyebrow.

"That's good!"

***

The next lesson was "A General History of Magic," taught by an ordinary old professor.

After class, Zhang Qingzhe chased after the professor out of the classroom, wanting to ask him about the key technology of the No. 7 battery.

The professor was thin and slightly hunched over; he had to adjust his reading glasses to see who it was.

Judging from his physical condition, he probably doesn't have much magic circulation left.

True masters of magic, like Dean Zhou, always maintain their physical peak.

However, Zhang Qingzhe admired his knowledge, which is why he came to ask him some technical questions.

The old professor had observed the "dream simulation" and had a good impression of Zhang Qingzhe, the student.

Just as the old professor was about to offer an answer, his gaze fell on Zhang Qingzhe's wallet.

This card pack is of such high quality!

The old professor recognized it at a glance—it must have been a gift from Xia Qiwei.

He nodded slightly, his tone becoming cautious:

"Zhang Qingzhe, it's not that I'm unwilling to help you. It's just that for knowledge outside of the curriculum, you should first consult your own teacher."

His voice carried an old-fashioned gentleness, yet also a hint of warning: "Although this is a new society, some rules of our sect still need to be observed."

"My master? The rules of the sect?" Zhang Qingzhe was somewhat confused.

"You... sigh, you young people really don't understand any manners at all."

The old professor glanced at the card pack again and kindly reminded him, "What I mean is, since you've become Professor Xia's apprentice, you should consult her about this kind of thing first."

Zhang Qingzhe was stunned for a moment!

Only then did he realize that he had been tricked by the "Great Witch".

On the surface, accepting the card pack seems like a win for me.

But in reality, this [card pack] was like an invisible chain, binding him and Xia Qiwei together.

He then consulted several other professors, and the responses he received were surprisingly consistent.

Moreover, the news seems to have spread very quickly.

Soon, all the professors in the [Energy Shaping School] tacitly agreed that he was Shakivi's apprentice.

Zhang Qingzhe suddenly remembered his sister's warning.

As expected, none of the "Great Witches" are "good people"!

***

In the end, Zhang Qingzhe had no choice but to take the initiative to approach Xia Qiwei.

Xia Qiwei sat cross-legged on her office chair, her little mouth wide open, revealing her small tiger teeth, with a smug "little devil" smile.

Seeing her like this, Zhang Qingzhe really wanted to go up and beat her up.

Xia Qiwei leaned back lazily in her office chair, one leg, encased in black sheer stockings, was proudly raised high, the toe hooking onto a wobbly high heel.

She was wearing a white lace blouse with a slightly open V-neck, revealing a small patch of fair, snow-white skin.

She blinked her large, purple eyes and looked Zhang Qingzhe up and down with a playful expression:

"So you've finally come to find me?"

"Professor, it's all your fault," Zhang Qingzhe said reproachfully. "No other teachers are willing to answer my questions anymore."

"If you call me 'Master,' I can answer your question."

"No, Professor, you've misunderstood," Zhang Qingzhe said seriously. "I'm here to return the card holder."

"You dare?"

Xia Qiwei's eyes widened instantly.

She kicked off her cumbersome high heels, stretched out her small, black-stockinged toes, and gave Zhang Qingzhe a light kick to the calf.

"Professor, assaulting a student will result in a public reprimand," Zhang Qingzhe reminded him.

"If you dare to come back, I'll really teach you a lesson..."

Xia Qiwei seemed a little angry.

If the card pack she gives away is returned by the student, it would be like being publicly humiliated.

She'll probably become the laughingstock of the whole school in less than a day.

The level of humiliation she received was comparable to being publicly jilted at marriage.

If that happens, Xia Qiwei won't wait for things to change; she'll explode on the spot along with Zhang Qingzhe.

Zhang Qingzhe paused the negotiations and bent down to rub his aching calves.

Xia Qiwei was clearly wavering, and her toes were unconsciously trembling in front of him.

"Why won't you become my apprentice?" Xia Qiwei asked, somewhat hurt.