Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 13 [The School of Prophecy] - Never Prepare for the Exam

My sister really doesn't know how to treat herself badly.

After eating and drinking her fill, she lazily sank into the sofa, as soft and limp as a dozing piglet.

"You're a senior in high school now? Don't you need to review?"

Zhang Qingzhe was in the kitchen, using the [Mage's Hand] to wash the dishes.

"Brother, have you forgotten again?"

The younger sister drawled out, "I'm applying to the [School of Prophecy]—if the examiners find out I studied beforehand, wouldn't that mean I don't have the talent for prophecy?"

"ah……?"

Zhang Qingzhe blinked, pondered for a while, and then slowly came to understand this bizarre logic.

In that case, if candidates from the "prophetic school" start reviewing, it's tantamount to admitting they can't prophesy.

Only those candidates who take the exam unprepared and use "divination" to write out the answers on the spot deserve to be considered part of this school of thought.

"Then at least get up and move around a bit," Zhang Qingzhe sighed. "If you keep lying down after eating like this, you'll turn into a little piggy very soon."

"Brother, don't say such scary things." The younger sister pouted, her voice sounding matter-of-fact. "Let me tell you, a witch's weight is always only the weight of two apples."

Zhang Qingzhe was speechless for a moment.

He really wanted to complain about his sister's obsession with anime, but then he thought about it again—

In this bizarre and wonderful world, anything is possible.

What if the witch really doesn't abide by the law of mass?

After all, he had never held his younger sister.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Zhang Qingzhe felt a bit full, so he casually practiced a set of boxing swings in the air.

However, unlike his previous life, this time he activated the [Magic Circuit] and simultaneously mobilized two [Mage Hands].

The four fists swung out alternately, making a "whoosh" sound as if a small storm was brewing.

Upon hearing the whooshing sound, the younger sister suddenly became alert like a cat, lifting half of her body off the sofa.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Nothing much, just some light exercise."

"You wouldn't be... thinking of becoming an apprentice of the [Great Witch] and going to the Dragon Disaster area for an internship, would you?"

"That's not true." Zhang Qingzhe continued working. "When my classmate mentioned it to me today, I immediately refused."

"That's good~"

The younger sister slumped back down, relieved, and said lazily, "You have to stay home and take care of me. When I become the Great Witch, I'll take care of you for the rest of my life."

"Okay, okay, I'll wait."

Zhang Qingzhe gave a perfunctory reply, his tone full of dismissiveness.

The younger sister sensed the perfunctory tone and was about to mutter something when she suddenly froze.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on her brother's face—

Zhang Qingzhe was throwing a punch when the light just happened to brush across his taut jawline.

A bead of sweat slid down his neck and quietly disappeared into his open collar.

The [magic loop] that appeared on his arm was emitting a faint blue light.

His focused brows and eyes looked like the sharp edge of a drawn sword.

The younger sister suddenly swallowed her words.

She heard a rapid "thump thump" sound in her ear, looked around for a while, and then belatedly pressed her hand to her chest.

—So this is her heartbeat!

After finishing a set of boxing moves, Zhang Qingzhe pulled up the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. He turned his head and saw his younger sister staring at him in a daze.

"What are you spacing out for?"

"Brother," the younger sister's voice was soft and gentle, her pupils wide like a cat's, "you seem... to have become more handsome?"

"Don't talk nonsense, your brother has always been handsome, okay?"

"Tch, so vain."

"If you have nothing else to do, go to bed early."

"oh."

The younger sister agreed and slowly moved back to her room.

Before closing the door, she peeked through the crack one last time—

My gaze swept over the hem of my brother's shirt that he hadn't yet put down, and the faint outline of his abdominal muscles.

She gently bit her lip, her eyes filled with a complex emotion.

"He's handsome, and he treats me well... It's a shame he's my brother!"

Zhang Qingzhe didn't understand the complex look in his sister's eyes.

After taking a shower, he returned to his bedroom and locked the door behind him.

Then, he took out the [Number 8 Battery] cards he had made that day and fed them to the [World] cards one by one.

As the card transformed into specks of light and disappeared into the [World Card], he clearly felt the power of magic essence flowing into his body continuously.

About half an hour later, the number of magic circuits in Zhang Qingzhe's body had quietly increased to twenty.

If we use Wang Dong's "transplantation" method to achieve growth, it's already equivalent to burning through two million yuan.

Zhang Qingzhe's actual expenditure was no more than two thousand yuan.

Zhang Qingzhe's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint yet cheerful smile.

He was now brimming with energy, and if he encountered those thugs again...

He was even confident that he could catch the switchblade with his bare hands.

Zhang Qingzhe stood up and tried throwing a few punches in the air.

The "snap snap" sound was much crisper and faster than before.

This proved that his punching speed was getting faster and faster, but soon he felt a soreness in his arm, as if he had accidentally cramped up.

Zhang Qingzhe immediately realized the problem—

His magical circuits improved too quickly, causing his physical strength to lag behind.

Now, whenever the body is strengthened using [Magic Circulation], the muscles emit a faint groan of unbearable strain.

No wonder it is said that a sound soul can only reside in a sound body.

Zhang Qingzhe glanced down at the few remaining size 8 batteries on the table, but he dared not feed them any more.

Starting tomorrow, I need to start exercising properly.

My physical abilities must catch up with the growth of the [Magic Circuit] as soon as possible.

The next day, Zhang Qingzhe arrived at school earlier than usual.

As the eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, sunlight tentatively pierced through the gaps in the morning mist, casting wisps of golden gauze across the playground.

Zhang Qingzhe took a deep breath and walked towards the empty horizontal bar area.

After last night's [Magic Circuit] enhancement, he felt that his arms were under too much strain, so he decided to prioritize training the muscles in that area.

Over the next half hour, Zhang Qingzhe completed two hundred pull-ups.

This achievement would have been quite remarkable in the previous life.

But now that he's experienced more, he's become much more level-headed.

Knowing that you only have 20 [magic loops], you can reach this level.

What about the younger sister?

Although he had never asked seriously, he guessed that his sister had at least three hundred magic loops.

If she gets serious, she could probably finish three thousand!

The sky gradually turned golden, and the lights on the track gradually brightened.

Several female students who were jogging in the morning happened to pass by him from behind.

The person in the lead suddenly slowed down, causing a chain-reaction collision.