Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 160 Brother, I'm scared, sleep with me.

Chapter 161 Brother, I'm scared, sleep with me.

But let's stop here for today.

Although Zhang Qingzhe did not give up, he chose to surrender temporarily.

He sat there with his chin in his hand for a while, then suddenly remembered that there was something else he hadn't done.

Zhang Qingzhe took out the "Old Tentacles" card from his card holder and examined it carefully under the lamp.

The card surface had a dull sheen under the light, and the distorted patterns seemed to be slowly wriggling.

This thing is indeed different from all existing schools of thought.

It feels like a combination of the "Life School," the "Necromantic School," and the "Spatial School" —

There were even some inexplicable and unclear things, all roughly mixed together in a hodgepodge.

Moreover, the card itself is very strange, as if the entire card is alive.

Zhang Qingzhe tentatively infused a trace of magic into the card.

A small crack immediately appeared in the center of the card.

Several slender tentacles, resembling those of a nautilus, emerged from within.

It sways gently in the air, as if filtering food in seawater.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhang Qingzhe grabbed a few discarded cards from the table and brought them close to the tentacle.

The tentacles immediately wrapped around the paper and quickly dragged it into the spatial rift.

The useless card simply vanished, leaving not even a trace behind.

Zhang Qingzhe's curiosity was piqued again.

If he weren't worried about having his eyes gouged out, he would have loved to crawl to the edge of the crack and see what was on the other side.

At that moment, the card pack vibrated familiarly again.

This time, Zhang Qingzhe was more experienced.

He directly drew the World card and carefully examined its surface.

In one corner of the card is a female head wearing a mask.

Her eyes were gleaming slightly, hinting at a desire to "chain" things up.

Zhang Qingzhe skillfully placed the [Old Tentacle] card next to the [World Card].

Then he picked up a quill pen and casually sketched out the lines of the runes.

The chain reaction was immediately activated.

The tentacles extending from the card suddenly began to swell and thicken, their surfaces covered with a dull purple halo.

Even on the surface of the tentacles, rough suction cups appeared.

—This makes the entire tentacle look even more intimidating.

At least for a "little witch" like Su Nianxi, this appearance must be scary enough.

Zhang Qingzhe seemed to have returned to his previous life, calmly studying the mutation process of the tentacles from the perspective of a researcher.

But he completely forgot that this was not a laboratory, but his own bedroom.

The tentacles spread out like wildly growing mycelium, quickly covering the walls and ceiling.

They grew thicker and thicker, even pulling down the wardrobe next to the wall.

"Bang"

In the dead of night, the sound was exceptionally clear.

From the next room, the younger sister's voice immediately came: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Don't come any closer! I'm busy!" Zhang Qingzhe shouted immediately.

He quickly stood up and took back the card.

The tentacles that had been crawling all over the room quickly retracted into the spatial rift and disappeared without a trace.

"What are you busy with?"

Zhang Lingyue's voice was filled with confusion, then suddenly she seemed to understand something, "Could it be that it's that—"

Her voice immediately turned shy: "Brother, you're so annoying! You can't even keep your voice down when you're next to your sister."

"No! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhang Qingzhe breathed a long sigh of relief as he watched the last tentacle retract into the crack.

Anyway, go to sleep.

"But—" my sister sobbed on the other end, "you woke me up, and now I'm a little scared."

"What should we do then?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.

"Brother, can you come and keep me company?"

Zhang Qingzhe frowned: "You're not a three-year-old anymore. How old are you that you still need your older brother to accompany you?"

"No matter how old I am, I'm still a little sister." Zhang Lingyue's voice was muffled, with a pitiful tone. "So many things have happened recently, I'm really scared—"

Zhang Qingzhe hesitated for a moment, then finally agreed.

"Then get dressed, I'll be right there."

"Um!"

The younger sister's voice immediately turned joyful.

Zhang Qingzhe tidied up the room quickly, grabbed his pillow, walked to his sister's bedroom door, and added, "Make sure you're dressed properly."

"Brother, you're so annoying! You always bring up this kind of thing." Zhang Lingyue's voice came from behind the door. "Do you think I'd strip naked to trick you into coming in?"

Zhang Qingzhe thought about it and realized that he had indeed been worrying too much.

My sister wouldn't do something so idiotic.

But if it were Su Nianxi, that "little witch," she might actually be capable of doing it.

Zhang Qingzhe pushed open his sister's bedroom door.

Under the warm glow of a nightlight, Zhang Lingyue was lying on her side in bed.

She was wearing a light pink slip dress with thin straps hanging loosely on her fair shoulders.

Seeing her brother come in, she felt a little embarrassed and pulled the summer blanket up to cover her face below her eyes.

But this movement caused the skirt to flip up, revealing more of her fair and rounded thighs.

"Didn't I tell you to get dressed?" Zhang Qingzhe sighed, hugging his pillow as he walked to the bedside.

"This, this is just pajamas—" Zhang Lingyue whispered in protest, her ear tips slightly red.

She only dared to make such an outrageous request because of sheer courage.

At the time, I never even considered how I should react if my brother actually came in.

Zhang Qingzhe didn't say anything more and put the pillow on the other side of the bed.

Fortunately, the double bed was wide enough that there was enough space in the middle for Su Nianxi to lie down as well.

He lifted the covers and lay down, deliberately keeping his distance.

"Sleep well, your brother will always be with you," Zhang Qingzhe murmured softly, his eyes gazing at the ceiling.

"Um."

The room fell silent, with only the soft breathing of the two people.

The nightlight cast a soft glow in the corner, enveloping the room in a hazy, warm light.

Zhang Lingyue secretly turned her head to look at her brother's profile.

My brother lay there perfectly straight, looking just like a pharaoh's mummy.

My sister suddenly felt that the bed was too wide.

The gap in the middle was like the Milky Way, and she and her brother were like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, separated by the river.

She began to regret it.

When Mom bought the bed, she should have chosen a single bed.

That way, the two of them can snuggle together now.

Thinking of this, Zhang Lingyue's pretty face suddenly flushed red.

She secretly spat at herself, feeling that she was becoming more and more shameless.

He must have caught it from Su Nianxi!

I wasn't like this before.

Night deepened—

The moonlight outside the window shone through the gap in the curtains, casting a thin silver line that fell directly onto her eyes.

Even from a distance, I could vaguely feel the warmth emanating from my brother's body.

Her heart was beating a little fast, which made it even harder for her to fall asleep.

Just then, I felt a gentle pat on my back.

Zhang Lingyue's breathing stopped instantly.

My mind is a jumble of emotions, a mixture of worry and anticipation.

Is my brother going to—go bully me?

Does he already know the secret of his birth?

But Zhang Qingzhe simply patted her gently and asked jokingly, "Would you like me to tell you a story about a red embroidered shoe?"

Upon hearing this, the younger sister felt a surge of disappointment, but also a strange sense of relief.

"Brother, don't treat me like a child," Zhang Lingyue muttered angrily.

However, after her brother's joke, she immediately relaxed and no longer had any ambiguous thoughts in her mind.

that's all----

The room finally quieted down, and the two gradually drifted off to sleep. The next morning, a classroom was bustling with activity as everyone discussed the news.

Green Island News has officially announced the Deadpool organization's movements and issued a safety warning to all citizens.

This caused a huge uproar among the citizens, much like a pebble being thrown into a lake.

As the student group most sensitive to social trends, they naturally became the center of public opinion.

Many people feel that war is likely to break out soon.

But few people were afraid; on the contrary, there was a subtle excitement.

After all, they were a group of young people living in an ivory tower, who had not experienced the cruel test of life and death, and only had a faint yearning for glory and excitement.

Perhaps in their minds, they can dominate the battlefield and become heroes!

At that moment, Zhang Qingzhe suddenly appeared at the back door of the classroom.

The once noisy classroom suddenly fell silent for a moment.

The afternoon sun slanted into the corridor, casting a pale golden hue around him.

Zhang Qingzhe hasn't appeared in this classroom for a long time.

"Zhang Qingzhe?"

"Why is he here—"

A low murmur of discussion spread among the seated passengers.

Several girls subconsciously straightened their hair, their eyes fixed intently on him.

There was curiosity, and there was scrutiny.

"Zhang Qingzhe!" A girl with a ponytail in the front row greeted him with a bright smile, "Long time no see! What have you been up to lately?"

"I'm learning something," Zhang Qingzhe nodded politely.

Another girl with short hair took the opportunity to hand over a notebook: "Um—you haven't been to class lately, would you like to see your recent class notes? I've compiled them all."

"Thank you, but I've already finished my first-year courses."

Zhang Qingzhe's polite yet distant response made the girl a little sad.

Zhang Qingzhe walked up to Wang Dong's table.

Wang Dong was lying face down on the table, snoring loudly.

"Hey! Wake up!" Zhang Qingzhe gently tapped the table.

Wang Dong groggily raised his head, and seeing Zhang Qingzhe, he snapped out of it: "Brother, what brings you here?"

"I need to talk to you. Shall we go outside?"

The two walked out of the classroom under the watchful eyes of many.

The corridor was much emptier, and from the window, you could see several students running on the training field.

Zhang Qingzhe touched the card pack and took out several light gold cards.

Under the light of the corridor, the card surface shimmered with a watery sheen, and the protective runes on the card surface glowed slightly.

"[Shield Card]?"

Wang Dong took one and examined it carefully. "The texture—it's different from what's on the market."

"Give it a try," Zhang Qingzhe said.

"Hmm! Okay—" Wang Dong infused a wisp of magic into the card, but felt a little strained.

Although Wang Dong has made great progress recently, he is clearly not keeping up with Zhang Qingzhe's pace.

Zhang Qingzhe can already unleash multiple cards in a row; he struggles to activate even one [Shield Card].

It's really hard to imagine that just a year ago, the two of them were on the same starting line.

Zhang Qingzhe wasn't in a hurry and waited for him to finish slowly.

A pale golden energy barrier suddenly unfolded in front of him, its surface covered with honeycomb-shaped runes.

The barrier was stable and uniform, without the slightest shaking.

"This stability is absolutely amazing!"

Wang Dong's eyes widened. "This is way better than the training cards from school! Where did you get it?"

"I made it myself?" Zhang Qingzhe said calmly.

"What! But only a few days have passed?"

Wang Dong examined the card repeatedly, his face filled with disbelief. "The Fireball card you made before was already amazing, and now you can even make a Shield card like this? The difficulty level is on a completely different level!"

The Fireball Card is the foundation of the Evocation School, while the Shield Card is an advanced version of the Defense School.

It's important to know that the "Defensive School" does not have an undergraduate program; it only admits graduate students.

Therefore, Zhang Qingzhe's level has far exceeded that of a freshman.

Wang Dong finally understood why his good friend didn't have to go to class.

The first-year courses were completely meaningless to him.

"How much is this card worth?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.

"This should be at least twenty times the value of the [Fireball Card]!" Wang Dong flipped his fingers, a shrewd businessman's smile appearing on his face.

"Does it sell well?"

"Hey! Nobody's unafraid of death, how could it not sell well?"

Wang Dong said excitedly, "What hunters who frequently take on missions need most is this kind of reliable protective card."

"This one is for you. You can sell the rest for me," Zhang Qingzhe said.

"Give it to me? That's not a good idea. The material costs alone wouldn't be cheap!" Wang Dong said with a look of surprise.

Although he said that, he had already stuffed the card into his pocket.

Zhang Qingzhe shrugged.

This thing looks a lot like a witch.

That is, no matter how the outside world changes, he always maintains his true colors.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. Help me acquire the [No. 6 Battery] cards," Zhang Qingzhe added.

"Huh! Can't you do it yourself?" Wang Dong asked, somewhat puzzled.

Their card trading business started with battery cards.

Logically speaking, if a shield card can be made, then a No. 6 battery should be even easier.

Wang Dong couldn't understand it.

Why did the brothers stop selling and start buying instead?

"Don't worry about that, I'll be useful to you anyway."

Zhang Qingzhe has already made up his mind.

He needs more Battery Cards to upgrade his Magic Circuit.

However, for mid- to high-tier battery cards, not only does the production cost increase, but the time required also increases.

After considering everything, he might as well just buy the finished [Battery Card] and then invest the cost and time into making the [Shield Card].

With just this simple in-and-out transaction, he actually earned even more.

"Alright! Leave it to me. I'll definitely get you the best deal," Wang Dong said, patting his chest.

"Don't forget! Quality comes first."

"Hey! That goes without saying."

The school bell rang at the end of the corridor, its long echo reverberating throughout the college.

Students from several classes gradually emerged from their classrooms, their laughter and chatter growing louder as they approached.

The girls in the front row lit up with excitement when they saw Zhang Qingzhe, looking eager to try it out.