Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 87 Introduction to the Defensive School

There's another strange thing that happened:

Zhang Qingzhe and his sister teamed up and opened 220 blind boxes, but they didn't get a single "World Card".

I've already managed to put together several decks of other miscellaneous tarot cards, but I'm missing this crucial Major Arcana.

That's so strange!

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Recently after school—

Besides instructing Gu Xintong on some card-making techniques, Zhang Qingzhe's most frequent destination was Xia Qiwei's office.

Xia Qiwei, this "Great Witch," may have a bit of a temper and be an "older single woman," but she is quite competent as a mentor.

She not only possesses profound knowledge of the "Energy Shaping School," but also has extensive knowledge of other "schools of thought." Her practical skills are also superb, and she has imparted a great deal of valuable experience to Zhang Qingzhe.

Moreover, she never knew the meaning of thrift when it came to spending money.

Last time Zhang Qingzhe won first place in the joint training camp, she casually gave him a set of [Mobile Workshop] combination cards.

This tool kit can unfold a semi-transparent virtual workbench in front of you.

It can also provide a complete set of card-making auxiliary equipment, and even overlay various optical auxiliary interfaces in the field of view.

With this set of cards, Zhang Qingzhe can enjoy the convenience of a professional card-making room almost anytime, anywhere.

Today, as usual, Zhang Qingzhe came to see Xia Qiwei to ask about the [Beginner Shield] card.

Xia Qiwei was still the same lazy, carefree person she always was.

She habitually crossed her legs, her half-loosened high heels dangling from her toes, swaying gently under the table in rhythm with her lecture.

Above her desk, she was explaining the structure of a magic circle with a serious expression.

Under the table, a pair of feet encased in black stockings would occasionally brush against Zhang Qingzhe's leg.

Zhang Qingzhe suddenly realized that it was no wonder that ordinary people always felt it was difficult to get along with witches—especially great witches like Xia Qiwei.

Because they are naturally free-spirited and unconventional, they don't care about worldly etiquette and rules.

Take the current situation, for example. If it weren't for his little witch sister at home, Zhang Qingzhe would have gotten used to this kind of unconventional behavior long ago.

He might really misunderstand that Xia Qiwei was implying that she wanted to play the "old cow eating young grass" game.

Even with immunity, Xia Qiwei's overly casual behavior still left him somewhat unable to handle it.

Occasionally, he would reach out and grab the mischievous little foot, gently pushing it back to its proper place.

At these times, a faint blush would appear on Xia Qiwei's bright and beautiful face, revealing a touch of feminine shyness.

Unfortunately, this shyness doesn't last long; she'll soon "forget" about it and stretch out her mischievous little feet again.

"Professor, to which specific school of thought does the [Shield Card] belong?"

As Zhang Qingzhe sketched the reaction equations in his notebook, he casually asked a question.

"The Defensive School," Xia Qiwei gave a concise answer.

"There's such a school of thought?" Zhang Qingzhe was somewhat surprised. "I've never heard of it before."

"That's natural."

Xia Qiwei shifted to a more comfortable position, her toes unconsciously brushing against his trouser leg. "Because at the undergraduate level, the [Defense School] doesn't admit students; they only accept graduate students."

Why?

"The 'Defense School,' as the name suggests, aims to defend against 'all' forms of attack."

Xia Qiwei spoke eloquently, "This means that members of this school must be familiar with the offensive patterns of all schools. Only by accumulating sufficient general knowledge and practical experience during their undergraduate studies are they qualified to apply for graduate studies in the [Defense School]."

After listening, Zhang Qingzhe nodded seriously, feeling that he had learned something new.

"So, the [Defense School] is really powerful?"

"Of course."

Xia Qiwei curled the corners of her lips and glanced at him sideways, "But don't even think about switching schools. You'll be following me to graduate school."

"I haven't thought about taking the postgraduate entrance exam yet."

"You don't need to take the exam," Xia Qiwei said casually, but with an undeniable air of authority. "I can help you secure a guaranteed admission spot."

Zhang Qingzhe was slightly taken aback, and suddenly felt—

This "Great Witch" may be domineering, but she can be surprisingly considerate at times.

"Professor, I've heard that cards from the [Defense School] are very expensive?"

"That's right," Xia Qiwei laughed, her smile tinged with a hint of teasing, "After all, there are always more people in this world who are afraid of dying."

Zhang Qingzhe nodded knowingly.

Just then, Xia Qiwei suddenly raised her toes and gently kicked his calf: "Go, make Master a cup of black tea."

"You really know how to order people around."

"I finally managed to get a disciple, can't I enjoy it a little?"

Xia Qiwei raised her chin, and sunlight streamed through the window, flowing down her delicate neck.

Zhang Qingzhe was somewhat helpless, but in the end he had no choice but to do as he was told.

Unsure of Xia Qiwei's tastes, he brewed her a cup of black tea with milk and sugar, following his habit of taking care of his younger sister.

The amber-colored tea swirls gently in the bone china cup, releasing a warm and sweet aroma.

Unexpectedly, this very simple home-style cooking method instantly won over Xia Qiwei's taste buds.

"Delicious!"

Xia Qiwei took a sip and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

The sunlight streaming in from the side accentuated the soft lines of her face, making them exceptionally clear.

Long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks.

"Really?" Zhang Qingzhe smiled.

He suddenly realized that Xia Qiwei and his sister had many similarities.

It's unclear whether this is a common trait among "witches," or simply because Xia Qiwei has very poor self-care abilities, which is why she feels like a "little sister" to her.

"What will we do if we can't drink this delicious black tea anymore?"

Xia Qiwei held the cup, sighing half-jokingly, her gaze drifting towards him, "If only someone could brew tea for me for the rest of their life!"

"Don't think about it. I have my own path to follow after graduation."

"You heartless bastard, don't you understand the saying 'A teacher for a day is a father for life'?" Xia Qiwei pretended to be angry and tried to kick him under the table again.

But this time, Zhang Qingzhe reacted extremely quickly, suddenly clamping his legs together to trap the mischievous little foot.

Xia Qiwei froze instantly.

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and several colleagues walked in.

Xia Qiwei was so frightened that she dared not move. She could only maintain an awkward posture and respond to her colleagues' greetings with slightly flushed cheeks.

After her colleague returned to her seat, she glared at this "rebellious student" with a look of shame and anger, and lowered her voice:

"Release your grip!"

Zhang Qingzhe not only didn't loosen his grip, but instead increased the pressure, watching her with a leisurely air.

Xia Qiwei lay sprawled in the chair, her helpless cheeks growing increasingly red.

Without invoking a [magic loop], it would be very difficult for her to break free directly.

However, if you call a [magic loop], it's easy for your colleagues to discover it.

"Stop fooling around... It'll be bad if someone sees us." Xia Qiwei was still glaring at him.

"So do you know you were wrong?" Zhang Qingzhe lowered his voice, like an older brother scolding his younger sister.

Xia Qiwei bit her lower lip, her eyes glistening with tears.

After struggling for a long time, she finally managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth, "I understand..."

Looking at her pitiful little face, Zhang Qingzhe really had the illusion of playing with his younger sister.

Perhaps this is the nature of a "witch"—always showing two different faces in front of strangers and acquaintances.

Zhang Qingzhe finally loosened his legs, but she took the opportunity to kick him again.