Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 9 The Witch's Dining Hall, Murderous Cabbage, and Beating Bread

Zhang Qingzhe casually pulled out a pen and started doing calculations on the draft paper.

A great witch like Xia Qiwei possesses at least a thousand magical loops.

If a [magic loop] could sell for 100,000...

wrong!

That's not how it works.

The Great Witch's Magic Path is extremely rare and its price is likely to increase tenfold.

Even if we take ten times the value, her body is worth at least a billion.

Zhang Qingzhe gasped.

Thinking about it that way, it's really something else.

Even his "witch" sister was born with over a hundred paths.

By that calculation, she's worth tens of millions.

Zhang Qingzhe scratched the back of his head.

It turns out my sister wasn't joking when she said she would take care of him.

Of course, he would never agree to let his sister sell [Magic Paths].

Zhang Qingzhe is confident.

Relying on the special effect of the [World Card], he will eventually catch up with these exceptionally talented [Witches].

My younger sister can still talk big now, but who knows who will be supporting whom when she grows up?

***

noon--

The two walked side by side up the stone steps toward the cafeteria, which was located at the highest point on campus.

Zhang Qingzhe never understood why the cafeteria had to be built so high.

Is it so that students will exercise more and eat more rice?

Selling just one more bowl of rice won't earn you much money!

The midday sun was bright and intense.

On the stone steps flanked by tall buildings on both sides, every window reflects bright light.

Wang Dong kept nagging in his ear, repeatedly describing the bright future after becoming an apprentice.

He also said that a certain girl was exceptionally beautiful, and that he would confess his feelings to her after becoming her an apprentice.

They even said that Professor Xia's measurements were incredibly impressive, and that his long legs were longer than his life.

Zhang Qingzhe nodded from time to time, not wanting to say a word.

The cafeteria at Green Island University isn't as bad as it was in my previous life; at least you won't find things like "rat's neck" in your food.

But its recipes are far stranger than those of its predecessor—

Because the cafeteria is managed by a "witch," it is filled with all sorts of bizarre "specialty dishes."

As soon as Zhang Qingzhe entered the hall, he saw the cabbage chasing after the chef.

At the dining table just inside the entrance, a piece of bread was beating up a senior student.

Meanwhile, everyone else seemed unaffected, continuing to wait in line for their meals.

Zhang Qingzhe's lips twitched. He stood in front of the counter for a while, hesitating, before finally choosing the mushroom udon noodles that had been murmuring softly to him.

He felt this should be the food with the fewest side effects.

But after he ate it, he realized he was wrong.

In this absurd witch's restaurant, there are no dishes with few side effects.

Now, in Zhang Qingzhe's eyes, everything has turned into mushrooms.

Just as Zhang Qingzhe was still trying to adapt to this world full of mushrooms, a "mushroom" suddenly sat down next to him.

He thought it was Wang Dong returning, but instead heard the other person say rudely:

"Old classmate, I forgot to bring any money today, could you pay for my meal?"

Zhang Qingzhe knew who it was without even seeing their faces just by hearing their tone.

It seems that Ding Yongkai is about to make a move.

This is a test first, and also an excuse to stir up trouble.

"Of course, no problem, old classmate," Zhang Qingzhe replied with a smile, his handsome face relaxed. "However, I'm also short on money. Would you like me to ask around for you?"

Ding Yongkai was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect Zhang Qingzhe to answer like that.

This line of reasoning is both convincing and deceptive, and it's much more sophisticated than before.

He frowned at his acne-scarred face and bluntly uttered a sentence:

"No."

After saying that, he got up and left, while involuntarily touching his face.

He felt that Zhang Qingzhe had not only matured mentally, but also seemed to be more handsome than before.

This deepened the hatred in his heart even further:

"Hmph! Since you're not going to give me any face, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhang Qingzhe calmly chewed his noodles, watching the "mushroom" disappear into the distance, his eyes gradually turning cold.

He reached into his pocket and his fingertips touched the World card.

***

At the next table, several female students were watching this side.

They were probably in the same dormitory, and they were all very beautiful.

One of the girls, with a pure and innocent look, glanced shyly at Zhang Qingzhe a few more times.

When her companions noticed, she immediately turned away, blushing.

Then, like kittens, they playfully stretched out their "paws" and started roughhousing.

Actually, they were all waiting for an opportunity—

Hopefully, when Zhang Qingzhe looks over, he'll see the flirtatious glances they're giving him.

Unfortunately, Zhang Qingzhe ate the witch's cooking, and now all he sees are mushrooms.

A bunch of mushrooms were flirting with him, but he couldn't understand a thing!

***

Wait until the afternoon—

The effects of the mushroom udon noodles gradually wore off.

Zhang Qingzhe put Ding Yongkai's matter aside for the time being.

Taking advantage of the fact that he had no classes in the afternoon, he went to the library.

In addition to the reading room and study room, there is also a dedicated card-making room.

The card-making room is the size of two basketball courts and is set up like a large laboratory.

Rows of worktables are neatly arranged, each equipped with a complete set of card-making equipment.

For example: a fine-tipped pen with an ink reservoir, a high-precision elliptic compass, and a microscope that can observe lines down to the micrometer level.

When Zhang Qingzhe was making wasp cards at home, he felt the lack of tools.

But thanks to his profound understanding of the "Life School" and the abnormal stability of his hands, he still managed to make the card.

Seeing the complete set of auxiliary tools here, he realized what he had been missing back then.

The school's card-making room is open to the public free of charge, but students need to purchase the materials themselves.

At this time, most of the worktables in the card-making room were already occupied.

Because each school of thought has its own secrets and needs its own card makers, card making has always been a popular profession.

Zhang Qingzhe randomly chose an empty seat and pulled a blank card from his pocket.

Last night, he created a level 2 [Wasp Card].

He felt that his card-making skills had reached a certain level.

Today I came to the professional card-making room because I wanted to use the full set of equipment to try out the level 2 [Battery Card] – which is also called [Ace Battery].

If he can successfully mass-produce the [Augmented Battery], he will be able to upgrade the [Magic Circuit] even further.

Zhang Qingzhe arranged the blank cards and used a clamp to fix them in the center of the table.

This is much more stable than yesterday when he was holding the card with one hand and drawing with the other.

He picked up the fine-line pen with the ink cartridge.

The nib was made of some kind of alloy steel, much smoother than his dip pen.

Zhang Qingzhe cleared his mind and calmed his emotions.

Then, he placed his phone aside and checked the magic circle for the [size 8 battery] again.

Then, he decisively put pen to paper.

Single-minded and focused, flowing smoothly like clouds and water.

Pale blue lines, brimming with magical energy, rapidly converged into intricate magic circles under the brush.