Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 3 The Turbulent Magical World

early morning.

A fine curtain of rain enveloped the world.

On the way to school, an umbrella floated overhead.

Zhang Qingzhe had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a textbook.

My younger sister sat sideways on the floating broom, chattering away like a little sparrow.

The conversation mostly revolved around how immature the boys in the class were.

How many ridiculous things did those people do in order to get her attention?

Zhang Qingzhe answered with "uh-huh" while looking at the reference book.

But as they approached the school, her younger sister suddenly gave an order.

She was going to separate from them here; she would drift into high school first.

My brother was only allowed to come out after ten minutes.

The reason was that she didn't want her classmates to see her going to school with her "Muggle" brother.

Zhang Qingzhe pursed his lips.

He felt that teenage girls always had a strange sense of reserve.

When she's at home, she'll wear just a tank top and swing around without any inhibitions.

But once they step out of the house, they immediately start putting on airs.

However, Zhang Qingzhe did not refute it.

He could tolerate this level of capriciousness because of her pretty face.

He opened his umbrella, stood alone in the corner, and continued reading the card-making textbook.

Girls passing by couldn't help but take a second look.

Some bold female students even tried to come over and chat with him.

But a pretty girl suddenly stepped in, forcing the senior student to back down.

Zhang Qingzhe slowly raised his head.

My gaze first fell on a pair of slender calves, the skin glowing softly in the morning light, and clean striped athletic socks gently wrapping around the ankles.

Moving your gaze upwards, past the slightly swaying dress, you can see an indifferent and aloof face.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

I ran into my ex-girlfriend today, whom I just broke up with yesterday.

"cough……"

Ye Qingshuang coughed softly, her eyes filled with a hint of grievance, as if she were reminding Zhang Qingzhe to say something.

But Zhang Qingzhe glanced at the watch—

Ten minutes, just right.

He then took a step and walked out of the corner.

Ye Qingshuang bit her lip.

An inexplicable anger surged within me.

What's wrong with this guy?

He generously walked up to me, giving me a chance to apologize. Why didn't he cherish it?

If he pleads earnestly, maybe I can forgive him this once!

She hurried out of the alley, wanting to call out to Zhang Qingzhe and make him explain himself.

All that could be seen was a dense array of umbrellas.

Zhang Qingzhe's figure had already disappeared into the crowd.

Zhang Qingzhe had just sat down in his seat.

Wang Dong's gossipy face suddenly leaned closer.

"Hey, bro—"

"what?"

Zhang Qingzhe's gaze remained fixed on the textbook.

"Who was that 'witch' you were walking with yesterday after school...?"

"...Hmm?" Zhang Qingzhe finally frowned. "How did you know?"

"I saw it with a few classmates." Wang Dong lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his excitement. "Now everyone's spreading rumors that you have a prettier girlfriend and dumped Ye Qingshuang."

"……Um?"

Zhang Qingzhe thought the rumor was utterly outrageous.

But then he suddenly realized.

No wonder Ye Qingshuang looked so aggrieved this morning.

She felt like a victim, that her boyfriend had been stolen by a third party.

Zhang Qingzhe explained helplessly, "That's my sister."

"Your sister is a 'witch'?" Wang Dong's eyes widened instantly. "What?! Your family has witch blood?"

"Um!"

"Your sister is so beautiful! No wonder I always felt you should transform into a half-witch..."

"roll!"

"Seriously, bro, I'm doing this for your own good. If you were to become a half-witch, I guarantee you'd be even prettier than your sister."

"Not interested."

"Sigh...what a pity, what a pity..." Wang Dong stroked his chin, then suddenly changed the subject, "Does your sister have a crush on anyone?"

Zhang Qingzhe immediately became wary.

He suddenly felt that this guy was dangerous.

He not only plotted against his brother, but also against his brother's sister.

To nip this thought in the bud, Zhang Qingzhe bluntly said:

"Forget about it. That girl has very high standards; she would never be interested in a Muggle."

"Sigh..." Wang Dong's shoulders slumped. "Why are girls' standards always so high?"

Zhang Qingzhe shrugged, thinking that this was true; it was the same in every world.

"Stop with the nonsense," Zhang Qingzhe changed the subject. "Can you do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

Zhang Qingzhe pulled out several "No. 9 Battery" cards: "Help me sell these cards."

Now that he's starting to learn Card Making, he'll need Blank Cards and Magic Potions.

Using my sister's things all the time is not a long-term solution.

Therefore, Zhang Qingzhe wanted to be self-sufficient.

Wang Dong took it and examined it for a while, then hissed and gasped.

"This drawing is pretty good! Where did you get it?"

I made it myself.

"Um?"

"Um!"

Wang Dong looked at him with disbelief. "Didn't you fail your card-making class?"

"Oh! I've recently had an epiphany."

"What kind of reason is that? Are you kidding me?"

The classroom suddenly fell silent.

The two then realized that the school bell had just rung.

Xia Qiwei held her thermos and took a sip of goji berry tea.

"Clap!" The high heels stepped off the podium.

At the same time, the two mountain ranges trembled violently, making Zhang Qingzhe feel dizzy.

"show me."

Xia Qiwei walked closer and extended her fair, slender hand.

These were also extremely beautiful hands, with rosy nails that shimmered with a pearly luster.

Unfortunately, she's still a little less capable than her younger sister.

Xia Qiwei took the No. 9 battery and examined it carefully for a while.

A strange light flickered in Danfeng's eyes, just like when her younger sister ate dinner.

"Did you do this?" Xia Qiwei asked.

"Hmm!" Zhang Qingzhe nodded.

She took out her phone, stuck the card behind her, and the battery instantly reached 100%.

"Hmm! Not bad."

"Uh! Professor, will you pay?"

"Hmph! Making noise in class and violating classroom discipline, do you two even want your grades anymore?"

Zhang Qingzhe wanted to say something more, but after being elbowed by Wang Dong, he had no choice but to shut up.

During lunch break, Zhang Qingzhe approached Wang Dong and pulled out a few more No. 9 batteries: "Help me sell these."

"Wasn't it confiscated this morning?"

"I secretly made a few more during the lab class just now."

"Really? You're that fast?"

Wang Dong's face was filled with disbelief. "Brother, if you're really that good, you should make some [Battle Cards]. Those things are worth more than [Battery Cards]."

"Isn't making [battle cards] illegal?"

"If you can't catch it, it doesn't count."

"Um?!"

Do all people in this world understand the law so well?

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Wang Dong quickly found a buyer and the transaction was completed behind the teaching building.

The other party checked the quality of the card and paid very readily.

Zhang Qingzhe finally earned his first pot of gold, enough to buy a set of card-making materials.

Just as the two were about to return, someone suddenly cut in front of them.

He was a burly man with a striking perm and flamboyant attire.

He walked straight up to the buyer, said a few threatening words, and then rudely snatched the card.

Zhang Qingzhe watched this scene silently, then asked, "What's that guy doing?"

"Extortion, haven't you seen it before?"

Wang Dong's tone was very calm, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

Zhang Qingzhe frowned.

In his previous life, he lived in a harmonious society and had never encountered such a scene before.

But upon closer reflection, it's not surprising.

After all, this is a world of magic.

It's already a blessing that this superficial order has been maintained and that the world hasn't degenerated into a jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

The young man with the perm suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing Zhang Qingzhe like needles.

The moment their eyes met, several memories that didn't belong to this moment suddenly pierced Zhang Qingzhe's mind—a dimly lit corner, shoving arms, and a hand reaching out to him asking for money.

Oh, it's an "old acquaintance"!

It seems that the original owner was blackmailed by this guy when he was in high school.

Wang Dong's expression changed drastically, and he nudged Zhang Qingzhe, saying, "Hurry up and leave, don't let him target us."

"Doesn't the school care?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.

"How do we manage it?" Wang Dong lowered his voice, his words tinged with helplessness. "As long as it doesn't escalate, it's all a 'minor matter'."

He glanced at Zhang Qingzhe, a hint of unease creeping into his voice:

"If you really get approached, don't be stubborn. Give him a few cards, consider it a loss to avoid trouble."

"Okay, I understand."

Zhang Qingzhe verbally agreed, but his heart had already turned cold.

Since the school considers this a "minor matter," he can only rely on himself.

He squeezed the World Card in his pocket and began to seriously consider it for the first time: perhaps he should study the Battle Cards.