Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 88 Witches become more childish as they age

Zhang Qingzhe shook his head helplessly.

This "Great Witch" professor seems even more childish than her own sister.

No wonder there's a saying in society that witches live backwards.

As their [magic loops] increase, their mental age actually decreases.

He ignored Xia Qiwei and focused on practicing card making.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting long, thin patches of light on the tabletop.

The old professor next to him picked up his teacup, took a sip with great style, and suddenly started to chat in a friendly manner.

"Xiao Zhang, you've been working really hard lately!"

"Oh! Yes, Professor, I'd like to learn more," Zhang Qingzhe replied casually.

"Hmm! Your new gear is pretty good."

He smiled and looked at the card set beside Zhang Qingzhe, then steered the conversation to the main topic, "This [Mobile Workshop] card set must be quite expensive, right?"

Zhang Qingzhe didn't stop writing; he just smiled and said, "It was a gift from my master."

Upon hearing this, the old professor turned his gaze to Xia Qiwei:

"Professor Xia, they're really going all out to train you!"

Xia Qiwei gave a soft hum, but a subtle smile crept onto her lips.

She nudged Zhang Qingzhe's calf with her toe under the table.

After chatting for a while, one of the professors suddenly turned to him and asked:

"Professor Xia, have you not visited Professor Kang Ping yet?"

"Kang Ping?" Xia Qiwei raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. "What's wrong with him?"

"Don't you know?" The old professors exchanged glances and then nodded knowingly.

They seemed to have long been accustomed to the Great Witch's obtuseness in matters of human relationships.

"Professor Kang Ping was attacked and is still hospitalized."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingzhe paused slightly in his hand holding the calligraphy brush.

Xia Qiwei had always disliked Kang Ping, so she showed little interest in the matter. "What does this have to do with me—"

Before she could finish speaking, her foot was suddenly lightly touched.

Xia Qiwei frowned, thinking to herself that this rebellious disciple dared to turn against his master.

But when she raised her purple eyes, she met Zhang Qingzhe's gaze.

Xia Qiwei understood for a moment, nodded slightly, and turned to the old professors.

"What happened to Kangping?"

Seeing that she understood, Zhang Qingzhe lowered his head again and continued to outline the lines of the magic circle.

But he listened intently to the professors' conversation:

"I heard it was a strange group of people who attacked him on his way home from get off work and tried to force him to hand over some cards."

Xia Qiwei snorted coldly: "Kang Ping is a university professor, after all. How could he be beaten into the hospital by a few petty thieves? That's too embarrassing."

"Those people weren't ordinary petty thieves," the old professor quickly explained. "They were all experts."

"What kind of expert could a bandit gang have?" Xia Qiwei scoffed, her face full of disbelief.

Seeing that she didn't believe him, the old professor finally lowered his voice and said:

"I heard from an old friend in the security bureau that... those people might be from the 'Deadpool' organization."

As soon as he finished speaking, his colleagues immediately stopped him with their eyes.

A subtle silence suddenly fell over the office.

Zhang Qingzhe frowned slightly.

As expected, the matter of the Necromancer is far from over.

Trouble eventually came knocking.

Since that group didn't get the card from Kang Ping, they will definitely continue their investigation.

I need to be extra careful myself.

Afterwards, the professors advised Xia Qiwei to go and see Kang Ping.

After all, we're colleagues, and we need to maintain a superficial relationship.

But the creature that is the "Great Witch" hates human relationships the most.

Xia Qiwei was getting impatient and was about to refuse when Zhang Qingzhe suddenly spoke up:

"Or, Professor, I'll go in your place."

The professors, who were looking worried, suddenly brightened up:

"It makes sense for the disciple to go in place of the master."

"That's good, that's good. When the master has something to do, the disciple takes over. That's the tradition."

"Yes! Okay, okay."

Xia Qiwei twirled a stray hair behind her ear with her finger, and seeing that everyone had said so, she had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

"Alright, then you can run this errand for your master," Xia Qiwei said.

Zhang Qingzhe nodded and held out one hand. "Master, here's the money."

"what?"

"You should always bring a gift when visiting a patient."

Xia Qiwei clicked her tongue and reluctantly transferred five hundred yuan to him.

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Later--

Zhang Qingzhe acted as if nothing had happened and completed Xia Qiwei's one-on-one tutoring.

Then he went to the milk tea shop and sat for a while, chatting with Gu Xintong about his recent studies.

When I got home in the evening, I made a steak dinner for my sister.

Afterwards, he asked his sister for leave with a big smile before finally leaving for the hospital.

Walking down the street in the evening breeze, Zhang Qingzhe suddenly realized that he was really working very hard.

He takes turns serving three women every day.

His master, classmates, and younger sister all disciplined him so strictly that they practically whipped him like a spinning top.

The five hundred yuan that Xia Qiwei gave him had actually been misappropriated by him long ago, and he used it to buy his sister a steak dinner.

Because he never intended to actually go and "visit" Kang Ping.

He volunteered to visit Kang Ping simply to see his injuries firsthand and to find out the attacker's strength.

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The hospital entrance was brightly lit, and a faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air.

Just as Zhang Qingzhe reached the door, he was suddenly bumped into by a running child.

He knelt down and kindly helped the child up.

Hearing that the child couldn't find his parents, he casually bought a string of cotton candy from a nearby stall.

After the child received it, he finally stopped crying.

The parents who rushed over thanked them repeatedly, and then left with their children.

Zhang Qingzhe straightened up, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across the street.

A black sedan was parked quietly by the roadside.

Two young men were sitting in the front row, engrossed in smoking cigarettes.

—Although these two are a bit strange, they can be explained as "boring people".

But what shocked Zhang Qingzhe was the person in the back seat—

The man was facing the hospital entrance, staring at everyone who came in and out.

Its eyeballs moved slowly and eerily, like a chameleon.

Zhang Qingzhe remembered it immediately because of such a distinctive feature.

It was that strange guy from the "Prophecy School" that I met at the blind box shop that day.

Zhang Qingzhe took a light breath.

—It really was this group of people.

They're definitely after that [Necromancer] card.

According to Gu Xintong, the cards from the "Prophecy School" usually only allow people to see vague fragments.

Therefore, this "chameleon" probably doesn't know who actually has the card.

They now suspect Kang Ping, but having failed to find him, they've decided to wait here for new clues.

A lingering fear crept up Zhang Qingzhe's spine.

If it weren't for that little incident earlier, where I bent down to help the child up, and instead walked straight into the hospital, I probably would have already been spotted by the chameleon.

really!

People should still do good deeds within their capabilities.

Zhang Qingzhe turned around without making a sound and blended into the crowd on the night street.

It seems tonight's visit plan needs to be adjusted to a "battle plan".