Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 115 The Witch Master's Exception

Chapter 116 The Witch Master Makes an Exception

How is the exam conducted?

"Register now and take the unified exam next year."

"I can't wait that long."

Xia Qiwei glanced at Zhang Qingzhe again.

Sometimes she felt that this apprentice was quite strange, as he always seemed confident and unhurried.

However, he appears unusually impatient when dealing with certain matters that require long-term accumulation.

He often wants to achieve in a short time what others take years to accomplish.

Xia Qiwei gently shook her head, her soft hair sliding over her shoulder with the movement: "That would be a bit difficult. If someone without a [Junior Card Maker Qualification] attempts to make [Intermediate Cards] without authorization, they might cause an accident like an explosion due to unstable control of magic essence. In that case, not only would the card maker be punished, but even the teacher who taught them the skill would be implicated."

As she spoke, a slightly troubled look appeared on her face.

"What kind of involvement?" Zhang Qingzhe pressed.

"For example, my coaching license might be revoked."

Zhang Qingzhe frowned, suddenly recalling Xia Qiwei's earlier "bold words": "Professor, didn't you say before that if you want to achieve something on the path of magic, you have to dare to test the edge of the rules?"

Zhang Qingzhe deliberately used her theory, saying, "I think, Professor, you should also work harder."

"What? I don't want to lose my job." Xia Qiwei turned her head and muttered softly.

"Professor, you've been at the university for too long."

Zhang Qingzhe seized the opportunity, his tone slightly mocking, "They're practically being domesticated like livestock, and their courage is dwindling. How can they possibly be a good teacher to a future [Clerk] level expert if things continue like this?"

Xia Qiwei was outmaneuvered by her apprentice's own theory, a blush of embarrassment crossing her face: "You brat, don't you even know your own limitations, yet you dare to boast about becoming a [Clerk]?"

"Master, I will strive to become a [Clerk]."

Zhang Qingzhe said earnestly, then changed the subject, "However, this will require your help."

Xia Qiwei remained silent for a moment, her fingertips unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair.

The light and shadows passing by the window flickered on her delicate profile.

Finally, as if giving up on something, she sighed softly: "Alright—then I'll make an exception and teach you how to make [intermediate-level cards]."

"Great!" Zhang Qingzhe's eyes lit up.

"However," Xia Qiwei immediately raised a finger, adding seriously, "I have one condition."

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"What are the conditions?"

"If you get into trouble because of this—" she lowered her voice, with a hint of warning, "don't ever say my name."

"Alright, Master, I understand."

Zhang Qingzhe suppressed a laugh, "But you're getting more and more timid, truly embarrassing the 'lawless' witch."

He took the opportunity to make a few sarcastic remarks about Xia Qiwei, as a way of retaliating against her for "tricking" him into doing manual labor without any explanation.

Zhang Qingzhe vaguely felt that to deal with a "great witch" like Xia Qiwei, it was necessary to suppress her arrogance at the right time.

Otherwise, who knows what other troublesome things this capricious master might cause in the future.

In a sense, Zhang Qingzhe was lucky to find a great witch like Xia Qiwei as his master.

Because these witches are really bold; they dare to support anything.

Xia Qiwei truly kept her word and began teaching him how to create [Intermediate Cards] ahead of schedule.

If it were an ordinary professor in a college who strictly adheres to the rules, they certainly wouldn't have the courage to do that.

Zhang Qingzhe studied with them for a few days and found that the difficulty was not as great as he had imagined.

At least, he felt he could give LV5, the entry-level [intermediate card], a challenge.

In preparation for making the cards, he went to the blind box store again.

But this time, I'm not here to open blind boxes—

Having learned a painful lesson from their previous experience, he and his sister both tacitly quit gambling.

He revisited the place mainly because he had noticed during his last visit that there were many counters selling card-making materials.

Plus, having acquaintances here makes purchasing easier.

After the last "Deadpool" invasion, the security in this area has clearly improved by several levels.

From one end of the alley to the other, there were no fewer than ten police cars parked.

Among the pedestrians, there were also many plainclothes sentries.

Ordinary people might not notice, but Zhang Qingzhe could see their difference at a glance—

They all looked wary, with sharp eyes, and always liked to find an inconspicuous corner to take out a cigarette and have a couple of puffs.

His posture and expression were a perfect replica of Feng Xiuyuan.

It seems that working within the system isn't easy either; everyone faces considerable pressure.

Thinking about this, Zhang Qingzhe suddenly felt that the stability of the Card Master Association's "six insurances and two funds" didn't seem so tempting anymore.

Perhaps, as Shakivi said, she was better suited to join the freer and more unrestrained witches' guild.

When there's something to do, you can take on tasks and earn generous rewards.

When I have free time, I go and "help" those little witches who are struggling financially and can't even afford clothes.

As soon as Zhang Qingzhe stepped into the mall, he was spotted by the sharp-eyed Sister Mi.

Thinking of this handsome young man's extravagant spending of 200,000 yuan last time, Sister Mi's face immediately lit up with a smile, and she swayed her hips as she greeted him: "Handsome, shopping again?"

She blinked her meticulously applied eye makeup, her long false eyelashes fluttering, and her eyeshadow shimmering with tiny sparkles. "Let me be your shopping guide, I guarantee I'll help you pick out the best stuff."

Zhang Qingzhe's reaction was indifferent; he simply shook his head politely and said, "I'm looking for Shen Nanzhi."

Mi clicked her tongue inwardly.

He thought to himself, complaining, "What kind of bewitching potion did that blonde girl Shen Nanzhi give to this low-key rich kid?"

With her small frame, what's so interesting about her other than her long legs?

There are more interesting parts to a woman's body than just her legs.

Mi-jie, unwilling to give up, straightened her chest again, stretching her fitted shirt to reveal a full curve.

The curve of her hips sways deliberately as she walks.

"Nanzhi is probably busy right now and doesn't have time to take care of you." She drawled out her words, her voice sweet to the point of being cloying.

"I can wait," Zhang Qingzhe said, his tone unchanged.

Zhang Qingzhe could tell that Sister Mi was trying her best to please him and show off her "charm".

But he was just there to shop and didn't want to cause trouble.

Last time, because of her cousin's matter, Gu Xintong burst into tears at the academy.

He still remembers this incident vividly!

Zhang Qingzhe turned his gaze into the depths of the mall, searching for that familiar tall figure.