Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 130: Mid-tier cards are nothing special.

Chapter 131: Mid-tier cards are nothing special.

She took her phone and walked out of the office, making a call to someone.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Qingzhe leaned closer to Xia Qiwei and whispered, "Professor, who is this? She seems to have a lot of opinions about me?"

Xia Qiwei smiled and explained, "She's an old classmate of mine, and she now works in the academy's logistics department. She's the one who finalizes the weekly menu for our Witch's Cafeteria."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingzhe frowned even more deeply, realizing that this witch was indeed full of wicked humor.

Xia Qiwei immediately cautioned, "I'll let it go, but you absolutely mustn't offend her."

Why?

"Because in the future, when you need to apply for experimental materials or reimburse the cost of consumables, you will have to get the logistics department to sign and approve them."

Xia Qiwei blinked, hinting, "She's one of the key figures."

Zhang Qingzhe nodded knowingly, a feeling mixed with helplessness welling up inside him.

A short while later, Tong Yunran returned to her office.

At the same time, a young teaching assistant followed closely behind, placing brand-new blank cards and several bottles of sealed magic potions on Shakivi's desk.

"I'd like to see just how good you really are."

Tong Yunran crossed her arms, still looking defiant.

She was about to sit down in the chair next to Xia Qiwei to watch the game when she found that Zhang Qingzhe had already naturally sat down in his "reserved seat" and was methodically tidying up the table.

Tong Yunran could only bite her lower lip, standing beside the desk with a hint of annoyance, ready to "supervise" her closely.

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Zhang Qingzhe showed no signs of stage fright whatsoever.

He immediately activated the [Mobile Workshop] card set, and the familiar magical glow spread across the table.

Seeing this, Tong Yunran couldn't help but glance at Xia Qiwei again, her tone complicated: "You really spared no expense, actually getting him such a high-end set."

"well enough."

Xia Qiwei spoke in a light tone, with obvious pride, "I haven't even reached the level of a [Formal Card Master] yet, but I've already broken through the bottleneck of LV4 card production independently. Doesn't that just prove that I have a good eye for investment?"

Tong Yunran could only snort coldly from the side and turn her attention back to Zhang Qingzhe's hands.

Zhang Qingzhe let out a soft sigh of relief, allowing his mind to completely calm down.

Then, he began to skillfully examine the texture of the blank cards.

At the same time, the electromagnetic constant temperature furnace is activated to precisely preheat the magic potion.

Tong Yunran stood by the side the whole time, trying to find fault with every detail.

Even with her biased perspective, she couldn't find anything to criticize.

From the professionalism in inspecting materials to the precise temperature control when preheating the solution, every step was performed with skill and expertise.

She could only purse her lips in displeasure, thinking to herself:

This kid is really good at preparation.

However, she then thought again:

The best is yet to come.

The most crucial and difficult part of card making is always the step of drawing the magic circle.

I want to see what this kid with only ninety [magic loops] has that allows him to complete the drawing of a LV4 [fireball card].

Zhang Qingzhe stretched his fingers and wrists.

Then, he did something that slightly surprised the two witches beside him—he took out an exquisitely wrapped mood candy from his pocket, casually unwrapped it, and gently popped it into his mouth.

Xia Qiwei and Tong Yunran's gazes simultaneously fell on the candy wrapper that had been casually placed on the corner of the table.

A hint of surprise flashed across their eyes simultaneously.

They exchanged a quick glance.

They both saw the same thought in each other's eyes:

Well, you're quite extravagant, eating such expensive mood candies.

They enjoy life even more than we professors do.

In fact, Zhang Qingzhe himself wasn't quite sure how much the candy his sister gave him was worth.

The mood candy melted in my mouth, a warm and peaceful energy slowly replenishing my depleted spirit.

Zhang Qingzhe glanced at the magic potion in the constant-temperature furnace, which was now emitting a soft glow, and reached out to pull out the brightly colored magic quill pen.

Tong Yunran blinked again, looked at the obviously expensive card-making pen, and shook her head speechlessly.

He thought to himself: This kid's gear is really something else.

It's estimated that many professional card makers who make a living from card production might not be willing to spend money on such a top-notch set of equipment.

Zhang Qingzhe completely relaxed.

The next moment, his wrist flicked gently like a nimble snake, and the pen tip fell steadily.

Then, the pen tip flowed naturally across the smooth, blank card like a tranquil stream, drawing the first elegant line, as graceful as flowing clouds and water.

Meanwhile, the other teachers in the office were also attracted by the commotion and curiously gathered around.

Several professors with extensive experience in card making couldn't help but focus their gazes on Zhang Qingzhe's pen.

"Such smooth starting lines—without more than ten years of solid basic skills, one cannot draw this kind of stability and rhythm."

"This move alone is extraordinary. Is this really the skill of a young person? The control of that wrist is so steady; it must have come from long-term, deliberate training."

How could they possibly know?

Zhang Qingzhe has practiced for far more than just "a long time".

His stability and control were forged in the crucible of life and death from the moment he picked up the scalpel in his previous life.

Back then, in order to hold that scalpel steady during delicate surgeries.

The hardships he endured and the sweat he shed were etched into the very essence of his soul.

Zhang Qingzhe smoothly completed the drawing of the outermost core structure of the magic circle.

Without pausing, he turned his pen and began to sketch the intricate and mysterious internal patterns with greater speed and smaller amplitude.

The office was quiet, with only the soft scratching of pens on cards and the unconsciously soft breathing of everyone.

Several professors moved closer and stared intently for a while.

One of them suddenly let out a low gasp.

"Is he going to use—the card stacking method? That's such a basic method!"

"He's still young, so starting with the most basic and reliable techniques is a wise choice."

"Was it Professor Xia's idea? Considering he has less than a hundred [Magic Circuits], this is indeed the most reliable approach."

Hearing these comments, an elderly professor with thinning hair and a shiny forehead became unhappy.

He cleared his throat and said in a loud voice, "What's wrong with the card stacking method? The card stacking method is the ancestor of all other advanced card-making techniques! You young people only know how to aim too high, and you can't even grasp the most basic things."

The younger professors exchanged glances, none daring to contradict this senior, highly experienced professor.

Xia Qiwei glanced at Tong Yunran and caught a fleeting look of surprise in her eyes.

Xia Qiwei suddenly felt a surge of secret pleasure.

She suddenly felt incredibly happy to have taken on this apprentice; it was even more satisfying than secretly generating electricity by herself at night.

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