Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 73 Two blind boxes, my sister's hands were sore from opening them.

Zhang Qingzhe's heart skipped a beat. "The 'prophetic school'? What does that have to do with his appearance?"

"People of the 'prophetic school' will have their brains fried if they see too many visions of the future... just like the person downstairs."

"No way?" Zhang Qingzhe frowned.

The thought that his younger sister planned to apply to the "School of Prophecy" and might end up like this made him gasp.

Looks like I'll have to persuade my sister to change her major when I get home.

Raising my younger sister safely is truly a delicate task.

We must be wary of scoundrels like Kang Ping, and also be careful that she doesn't go astray.

The customer from the "prophetic school" muttered rapidly to himself while raising his hand to indicate that he needed to be served.

Sure enough, the sales assistants set their sights on Shen Nanzhi.

But seeing Zhang Qingzhe sitting in the booth with Shen Nanzhi nestled beside him, they couldn't bring themselves to go up and interrupt.

"That little bitch Shen Nanzhi is truly despicable!"

Sister Mi complained, "She's been hugging that handsome young man the whole time. Isn't that indecent? Shouldn't her salary be docked?"

"They didn't do anything too outrageous, the manager definitely won't punish them," the girl next to me muttered.

"So what do we do now? Who's going to entertain that 'chameleon'?"

"Same as always, let's play rock-paper-scissors."

In desperation, the sales assistants went through several rounds of rock-paper-scissors, with the unlucky Sister Mi losing in the end.

She had no choice but to bite the bullet and go over to serve the chameleon.

Zhang Qingzhe sat still, quietly observing this strange man.

The man walked into the premium blind box area, muttering something frantically, as if he were discussing something with countless people in his mind.

He would sometimes look, sometimes touch, sometimes sniff—using all sorts of unsettling methods to identify the blind box he wanted.

But what's most infuriating is that after spending so much time, he didn't buy a single blind box.

Sister Mi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this unlucky job was finally coming to an end.

According to the law of conservation of luck, she plans to open a blind box after get off work, estimating that she can make a fortune.

But then she felt someone touch her buttocks.

Sister Mi gasped and glared angrily at Mr. Chameleon.

The other person pretended to be nonchalant and wiped their sweaty hands on their chest twice.

"How strange... I clearly saw in the prophecy that a high-level card would appear today."

Mr. Chameleon muttered to himself, but no one paid much attention to what he was saying.

Mi glared at him resentfully, but still managed a forced smile: "The blind boxes are all random. Even the [Prophecy School] can make mistakes."

"No...this is really wrong. I need to sit here for a while and make another prediction about today's fortune."

Mr. Chameleon stared at Sister Mi's buttocks, his eyes darting around uncontrollably.

Sister Mi felt like the sky was falling.

She wondered what sins she had committed to deserve such punishment.

Could it be that even God couldn't stand it anymore because of the exclusion of Shen Nanzhi?

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Shen Nanzhi let out a long sigh of relief, her whole body almost going limp.

But to her surprise, Zhang Qingzhe suddenly tightened his grip and gently supported her waist, letting her lean against him.

Shen Nanzhi felt a wave of embarrassment, her buttocks and cheeks burning at the same time.

"Senior, does this person come here often?" Zhang Qingzhe asked softly.

"Yeah, he's a regular customer, but he usually just looks and doesn't buy anything. That's why everyone dislikes him so much."

Zhang Qingzhe nodded and watched the other person sit down in another booth.

He suddenly stopped rushing to leave and became curious to see what the other person was up to.

But after waiting a while, Kang Ping also appeared and even greeted the chameleon.

Kang Ping seemed to have heard about the new blind boxes arriving, and rushed over as soon as he finished his class.

Sister Mi was so angry—

Kangping was clearly her long-time customer, but now she had to give the opportunity to another of her girlfriends because she couldn't get away from her job.

Not wanting to be seen by Kang Ping, Zhang Qingzhe hid beside Shen Nanzhi.

Shen Nanzhi didn't know what her junior was trying to do; she just felt that he was getting too close.

His breath even sprayed onto her earlobes, causing her heart to race.

Kang Ping is indeed a regular here. He called over several sales assistants at once, treating the place like a nightclub.

He was very generous, easily buying hundreds of thousands of blind boxes.

No wonder this guy was able to get a "quill pen" – he bought too many!

It's quite strange, but business is exceptionally good at the mall today.

After that, more customers came and bought some new goods.

Seeing all her girlfriends making money, Sister Mi felt so heartbroken she could hardly breathe.

She swore to God that she would never dare to ostracize Shen Nanzhi again.

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Zhang Qingzhe returned home in the late afternoon.

My sister was still lying on the sofa, like a lazy mollusk.

Zhang Qingzhe was somewhat puzzled:

Does my sister not have many friends? Why does she always come home earlier than him?

"Brother, you're back?" The younger sister sat up excitedly.

Then she saw the large box and frowned in confusion: "What's that?"

Zhang Qingzhe carried the box to the coffee table.

"Watch closely!"

The next second, he opened the box and poured out all two hundred blind boxes.

The younger sister's eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly.

"Brother, are you crazy? Did you really spend all 200,000 yuan in one go?"

"That's right. I absolutely must get that card."

"But what if it can't be opened?"

"Then I'll borrow another 400,000," Zhang Qingzhe said resolutely.

The younger sister looked at her older brother, her eyes almost red.

"Brother, you're really crazy..."

Her voice trembled slightly, "Now I finally understand how terrible it is to be addicted to opening blind boxes. I'll never dare to open blind boxes again—"

"It's good that you know," Zhang Qingzhe sighed softly, and admonished, "Remember, stay away from gambling and drugs from now on."

Looking at the table full of blind boxes, the younger sister asked somewhat helplessly, "What card do you want?"

"Help me open it. If we can actually open it, you'll naturally know the answer."

So the brother and sister, with the feeling of going to their execution, began to unpack the blind boxes.

At first, my sister was calculating the value, but later she became almost numb to it.

Zhang Qingzhe glanced at her: "So, do you still enjoy the feeling of opening blind boxes?"

"My hands are shaking... I never want to drive again in my life," the younger sister said painfully.

In the blink of an eye, nearly two hundred blind boxes were opened, only to find a jumble of random cards, probably not even worth ten thousand yuan in total.

"Brother, I really understand now..." the younger sister said dejectedly, "Gambling really can kill people."

"I think so too." Zhang Qingzhe nodded.

The two siblings spent a long time rummaging around, and the living room was full of packaging boxes.

Finally, only one box remained.