Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 131 [Constructivist School] Trying to Undermine [them]

Chapter 132 [Constructivist School] Trying to Undermine [them]

"How is it?"

Xia Qiwei slightly raised her chin, a hint of pride in her voice, "My apprentice, isn't she amazing?"

Tong Yunran quickly composed herself, concealing her surprise, and stammered, "It's...it's alright. It has some potential. However, I still need to see how the final product turns out."

At this point, Zhang Qingzhe had already completed drawing the first layer of the magic circle.

Those clearly defined magic loops, like works of art imprinted on the blank cards, exude a pleasing sense of harmony.

"Truly, heroes emerge from among the young!" a professor nearby exclaimed sincerely.

"Didn't I hear he performed exceptionally well in the [Dream Simulation] battles? How come his card-making skills are so good too?"

"That's right. If someone has such outstanding talent in card making, they should be trained by a professor like me who specializes in card making techniques."

A professor appeared to be talking to himself, but his voice was just loud enough for Xia Qiwei, who was standing next to him, to hear clearly.

Xia Qiwei pretended not to hear, but glared at the other person fiercely.

The professors around, who were not majoring in card making, also let out low, gloating laughs.

They seemed to be waiting to see who would really anger Xia Qiwei and then get hit with a fireball on the spot.

After Zhang Qingzhe finished drawing the first layer of the magic circle, although he received the professors' approval, he knew very well in his heart—

This is only the simplest step.

He used the "card stacking method," which requires precisely stacking and drawing an identical magic circle on top of the first magic circle.

It can be said that the subsequent steps are where the real key and challenge lie.

Zhang Qingzhe gently sipped the remaining candy in his mouth, transforming the cool sweetness on his tongue into a more focused attention.

He dipped the quill in the magic potion, which was at just the right temperature, and started wielding it again.

At this moment, the entire office was completely silent.

All the professors held their breath, their eyes wide, staring intently at the tip of the pen in Zhang Qingzhe's hand.

Only a few birds, oblivious to the atmosphere, continued to chirp carefree on the treetops outside the window.

Zhang Qingzhe steadied his breathing, his wrists moving as steadily as a machine.

He moved the tip of his pen slightly, precisely offsetting the existing magic circle by a tiny distance of about 0.05 millimeters, and then began to draw a second, identical magic circle.

This requires not only extreme precision, but also a strong mental fortitude from the card maker.

If there is even the slightest hesitation or tremor in one's heart, the magic potion may spread and destroy both carefully drawn magic circles at the same time.

It took Zhang Qingzhe about five minutes to draw the first magic circle.

However, it took him no less than fifteen minutes to add the second magic circle.

When the last intricate array finally closed perfectly, a pale blue magical glow slowly emanated from inside the card, like a star being awakened.

Zhang Qingzhe finally let out a long, gentle sigh and slowly put down the quill pen in his hand.

A middle-aged professor immediately squeezed in, his voice full of admiration.

"Wow, that's incredible! It actually worked!"

"That hand movement was incredibly steady. With more practice and improved skill, it should be able to go even faster, right?"

"Hey, Zhang, little Zhang!"

A professor in a white shirt approached, a warm, businessman-like smile on his face, almost identical to Wang Dong's. "How about we do some part-time work together? I'll pay you 20,000 a month, what do you say?"

Zhang Qingzhe frowned slightly.

He had heard this kind of rhetoric countless times in his previous life.

The conditions sound tempting, but in reality, participating often means endless exploitation, where one is treated like a beast of burden by professors.

Compared to this calculating guy, it's definitely better to follow Xia Qiwei.

As the "Great Witch," Xia Qiwei's actions are sometimes whimsical and baffling, but she has never let herself suffer a loss.

The thinning-haired old professor finally pushed aside the others and said earnestly to Zhang Qingzhe, "Young Zhang, your talent in card making is outstanding. Why don't you become my apprentice? I guarantee I'll train you all the way to a senior card maker."

Xia Qiwei frowned and said unhappily, "Old Wang, what are you trying to do? Trying to poach my girlfriend right in front of me?"

"No, Xia. I'm doing this for Zhang's own good. You can't let such a promising talent go to waste."

"How am I holding him back? If you can teach him, why can't I?"

"I can believe you can teach him fighting and killing. But can you handle truly advanced card-making techniques?" Professor Wang countered.

This question stumped Xia Qiwei.

But how could she possibly admit defeat so easily?

"Even if I can't do it, I still have my master!" Xia Qiwei invoked Dean Zhou's authority. "My master can surely help, right?"

Professor Wang was momentarily speechless.

As he belongs to the [School of Energy Shaping], he still has to give the dean face.

But at that moment, a beautiful, unfamiliar professor squeezed into the office.

She was dressed in a beige dress, looking radiant and beautiful.

As she walked, she swayed her waist gently, intentionally or unintentionally, highlighting her slender and graceful curves.

She moved with an air of natural familiarity and went straight to Zhang Qingzhe's side.

She carefully admired the card that had just been completed on the table, a very satisfied smile appearing on her pretty face.

Then, she turned to Zhang Qingzhe and suggested with a smile, "Zhang Qingzhe, right? I own a card-making studio. The working environment is top-notch, and it's full of beautiful and hardworking female college students. Would you like to give it a try? You definitely don't need to worry about the salary."

Zhang Qingzhe looked puzzled and tried hard to search his memory.

He was quite certain that there was no such professor in the [School of Energy].

Xia Qiwei also looked puzzled, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and squeezed a few steps in front of the woman, separating her from Zhang Qingzhe.

Who are you?

Xia Qiwei asked directly, her tone scrutinizing.

"Me? From the [Constructivist School]," the female professor replied with a smile, her demeanor completely at ease.

"The [Constructivist School]? Then what are you doing here on our [Energistic School]'s turf?" Xia Qiwei's doubts deepened.

Tong Yunran, standing to the side, seemed to understand something.

She turned her head to look at the teaching assistant who had just delivered the blank cards and magic potions at the office door.

He was carefully hiding in the shadows, giving her an awkward but polite smile.

Before staying on to work at the university, this guy graduated from the "Constructivist School".

Unexpectedly, he has now become a "double agent".

It seems that after witnessing Zhang Qingzhe's card-making process, he immediately called a professor from the "Structural School" whom he knew to "report" the news.