Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 7 Brother, I want to take care of you for the rest of my life.

Zhang Qingzhe checked his body again and found that the [Magic Circuit] had not increased as a result.

It seems that only [Energy Cards] can act like "fertilizer" to encourage the laurel tree to grow new [Magic Circuits].

The cards from the [School of Life] can add new "species" to this world.

Now, although the [Wasp Card] has faded, Zhang Qingzhe clearly feels that the wisp of soul that was previously taken away is now peacefully residing in the World Card.

He tried to infuse magic into the World Card.

The next second, the familiar wasp took flight again and appeared in his palm.

Zhang Qingzhe's eyes lit up.

He suddenly realized that there might be a small world within this "World" card.

All the "Life School" cards he makes later can be stored in this little world.

This is quite serious.

If we keep putting organisms into it, will a complete ecosystem be created?

Holding onto this sliver of hope, Zhang Qingzhe lay wearily on the bed.

***

The next morning,

Zhang Qingzhe got up to prepare breakfast.

The morning light, like flowing gold, slowly streamed through the window.

The road outside the residential area was still quiet, with only the occasional clear bird song.

Those two translucent hands, in this tranquil light...

It floats and moves precariously, cracking eggs into the pot.

My younger sister, as always, lingered in bed, showing none of the tension typical of a senior in high school.

She didn't come out until the sun was high in the sky.

She was only wearing a slip dress, the straps of which had slid down halfway, revealing a crescent-shaped shoulder.

She saw Zhang Qingzhe holding a book in both hands, leaning against the refrigerator door reading.

And those two [mage hands] were carefully cracking eggs.

Perhaps because the level was too low, the force and precision were somewhat lacking, and the eggshell was shattered into a complete mess.

Fortunately, the [Mage's Hand] felt no pain and reached directly into the sizzling oil to try and retrieve the eggshell fragments.

After all this trouble, the originally beautiful sunny-side-up egg has been completely turned into a culinary disaster.

"Brother, what are you doing?" the younger sister asked in surprise, staring at the flustered [Hand of the Mage].

After sleeping for one night, the girl seemed to have completely forgotten that she had argued with her brother last night.

Zhang Qingzhe has recently noticed that this seems to be a common problem among "witches".

They are not good at holding grudges.

If it's a deep-seated grudge, they'll avenge it on the spot;

It doesn't matter, I'll forget about it the next day.

Zhang Qingzhe actually quite enjoys spending time with this kind of person.

If there's something to say, just say it directly; there's no need to waste time guessing.

He simply couldn't accept things like Ye Qingshuang, who made people guess.

Zhang Qingzhe glanced at the pan and saw that the fried egg was almost turning into scrambled eggs.

"I'm leveling it up."

"You really want to train it to LV10?"

Even if I can't reach LV10, reaching LV7 would be pretty good.

"LV7, that's already a [high-level card]!" His sister leaned closer, her hair brushing against his arm. "If you could really train it to that level, it would definitely fetch an astronomical price!"

Zhang Qingzhe smiled and said, "If I really want to train to that level... I wouldn't be willing to sell it."

After breakfast, the brother and sister went to school together.

My younger sister was as lazy as ever, sitting sideways on a broom.

The white stockings swayed gently, shimmering with a warm glow in the sunlight.

My toes were about two or three centimeters off the ground, and I was just floating around like that.

Riding a broomstick is not an essential skill in this world, but all the lively and active little witches can do it.

However, low-altitude flight is restricted in urban areas.

If caught flying, you will receive a 200 yuan fine.

These traffic regulations used to be practically ignored, but recently they have been enforced more and more strictly.

A wicked witch, drunk, rode a broomstick into a building, causing a serious plane crash.

Therefore, the younger sister could only maintain this minimal state of suspension, just barely skirting the edge of the law.

Incidentally, dancing on the edge of the law is a common hobby of all witches.

So, these witches are indeed very dangerous.

Zhang Qingzhe felt that each of them was like those genius madmen from his past life—

While possessing exceptional talent, he also exudes a dangerous aura.

My younger sister suddenly looked up and asked, "How many [magic loops] do you have now?"

"It's the same as before," Zhang Qingzhe replied casually while reading a book.

He didn't intentionally hide it.

However, if I were to say that there are already nine, it would definitely arouse my sister's suspicion.

So let's keep it a secret for a while!

"That's good!" my sister suddenly blurted out.

Zhang Qingzhe moved the book aside, puzzled, and glanced at the smiling younger sister:

"You're actually happy that your brother hasn't improved?"

"I'm not happy, I'm just a little relieved."

"What's the difference?"

"I heard from my classmates that university professors select apprentices. Someone like my brother, a 'Muggle,' definitely wouldn't be chosen, right?"

"Is this some kind of good thing?"

"Of course it's a good thing." The younger sister's expression turned serious. "There are many irresponsible professors who treat their apprentices like expendable materials, taking them into the Dragon Disaster area to collect materials. They might just die there."

"I see."

Zhang Qingzhe suddenly remembered those exploitative professors from his previous life—they treated graduate students like beasts of burden and never paid them.

"Brother, you must take good care of yourself," his sister urged again.

Zhang Qingzhe felt a little awkward.

He was starting to lose track of whether the girl beside him was his sister or his mother.

"Also, your teacher is the [Great Witch], right?"

His sister leaned closer, her stockings brushing against his leg, sending a warm, smooth sensation through him. "Don't get too close to her. None of those witches are good people."

"What are you saying? Aren't you a witch yourself?" Zhang Qingzhe almost laughed.

The younger sister straightened her face and warned seriously, "I'm saying this to you now as your younger sister, and I'm being very serious!"

"Okay, okay, I've got it."

Zhang Qingzhe didn't pay much attention.

He felt his sister was worrying unnecessarily; with his current level of [magical loops], he was simply not good enough for Xia Qiwei.

The morning light, like gold coins sifted from sycamore leaves, is scattered on the dew-covered asphalt road.

Zhang Qingzhe strolled leisurely, his attention returning to the textbook.

After a moment of silence, the younger sister softly said:

"Brother, you only have one or two [magic loops], don't push yourself too hard. From now on... I'll take care of you."

"Uh-huh?"

Zhang Qingzhe responded subconsciously at first, then realized what was happening.

He looked at his sister again and the more he looked at her, the more she resembled his "mother".

"Brother, I mean it," the younger sister emphasized.

"Am I really that useless?" Zhang Qingzhe asked helplessly.

The younger sister frowned, then nodded honestly, "Yeah! Super useless."

Zhang Qingzhe frowned.

This "witch" sister seems a bit strange; she seems to really enjoy raising people to be "useless."

She even wished her brother were even more "useless" so he would never be able to leave her.