Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 127 Xia Qiwei's Dangerous Affairs [Lesbian]

Chapter 128 Xia Qiwei's Dangerous Affairs [Lesbian]

All things considered, Zhang Qingzhe might as well make other types of cards.

After selling them, use the money earned to directly purchase finished 【AA Battery】cards.

Now that his strategy was clear, Zhang Qingzhe decided to stop making the battery cards.

He pondered for a moment.

Besides the [Battery Card], his second best skill is probably the [Fireball Card].

Although he himself did not know how to use the Fireball spell, he produced a large number of low-level Fireball cards during this period in order to make money.

Based on Wang Dong's shipment volume, it's estimated that every hunter in Green Island City has at least one of his Fireball cards.

Moreover, because the cards wear out, this buying and selling is almost endless.

However, the highest level of fireball cards he had made before was only LV3.

This neither meets the needs of high-level card masters nor fetches a good price.

Therefore, Zhang Qingzhe began to consider: Should he try to make LV4 [Fireball Cards]?

Then, through Wang Dong's channels, the LV4 [Fireball Card] was exchanged for a considerable income, which was then used to purchase finished LV4 level [No. 6 Battery].

This creates a virtuous cycle, allowing you to enjoy yourself while also benefiting from the "World Card".

It's time to "cheat" and level up.

With this plan in mind, Zhang Qingzhe began the trial production of the LV4 [Fireball Card].

He still used the most basic card stacking method, trying to combine two LV3 [Fireball] spell circles onto a [blank card].

However, this operation is much more difficult than synthesizing [Battery Cards].

The fire element is extremely active; a tiny mistake can cause the entire blank card to burst into flames, ruining everything.

To prevent a fire, he even prepared a small fire extinguisher in his bedroom.

Finally, in the dead of night, with focused concentration, the pen fell to the ground.

The final stable rune was formed, and the radiance of magic essence smoothly merged into the blank card—his first LV4 [Fireball Card], a success.

Holding the still-warm card, Zhang Qingzhe was so excited he almost jumped up.

But in the end, he calmed down and decided to go to the school tomorrow to have Xia Qiwei checked out.

Meanwhile, in the office of the [Sculpting School].

Xia Qiwei met with an old friend, a "Great Witch" from the academy's logistics department.

The other person also had an elegant updo, wore thin-rimmed silver glasses, and a crisp striped office suit.

Aside from slight differences in color—Xia Qiwei's was dark red, while the other person's was dark blue—their clothing styles were almost identical, making it difficult to tell who was imitating whom.

The sky outside the window was crystal clear, with fluffy clouds drifting leisurely by, and the azure sky resembled an inverted, tranquil ocean.

The bright sunlight poured in without obstruction, illuminating the room and making the two witches sitting side by side look radiant.

They looked like a pair of exceptionally elegant sisters.

The witch named Tong Yunran was sitting next to Xia Qiwei's desk—the same spot where Zhang Qingzhe usually sat.

Like Xia Qiwei, she casually crossed her legs.

She tiptoed lightly on her half-off high heels, looking relaxed and carefree.

Xia Qiwei herself didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this.

But when I see someone sitting in front of me, with their legs crossed in the same way, I suddenly feel—how annoying!

"Tong Yunran, I'm talking to you, so listen carefully." Xia Qiwei tapped the table with her finger.

"I'm listening."

Tong Yunran gave a perfunctory reply while intently fiddling with a piece of paper in her hand.

It was a piece of paper about the same size as a blank card, with an unusually soft yet tough texture.

She folded the paper in half, then in half again, with great force.

However, by the fourth time, the resistance became extremely strong, making it difficult to continue.

So, she casually tossed the folded paper into a small square onto Xia Qiwei's desk, then took out a brand new piece of paper from her cardholder and began folding it again in front of Xia Qiwei.

Xia Qiwei frowned and looked at her desktop.

There were already more than a dozen pieces of paper scattered on it, folded into various shapes.

"Tong Yunran, what exactly do you want to do?" Xia Qiwei's tone revealed helplessness.

"Oh dear, I'm currently brainstorming new card ideas."

Tong Yunran looked up and said with a smile, "Have you ever heard the saying that a piece of paper can never be folded more than eight times?"

Xia Qiwei raised an eyebrow.

"If you just use a large enough sheet of paper, can't you easily do it?"

"Of course I know. If you use toilet paper rolls, you can theoretically fold them as many times as you want."

Tong Yunran wagged her finger, "But that would completely lose the original charm and challenge of the phrase."

"What was the original intention?" Xia Qiwei asked, somewhat puzzled.

"The fun is that I use this regular-sized, conventional paper and fold it more than eight times."

As Tong Yunran spoke, she began another attempt.

This time she seemed to be lucky, managing to fold the small piece of paper five times.

But she used almost all her magic to perform the final fold.

Veins were faintly visible on his arms, and a thin stream of magical energy even burst out around his body, causing a few strands of his long hair, which had been coiled behind his head, to come loose.

The way his magic surged was just like a Super Saiyan transformation.

"Five times! Five times! I said, I've set a new record!"

Tong Yunran exclaimed happily, and then took the opportunity to get closer to Xia Qiwei, his hand reaching out to touch her waist.

Xia Qiwei seemed to have anticipated this, and she grabbed her wrist with precision.

"Don't even think about taking advantage of me."

"Tsk."

Tong Yunran smiled awkwardly and sat back down in her original seat.

She admired the result of her "five folds" that she had just completed, but then looked dejected.

After being folded five times, the thickness of this paper far exceeds its current width, making it physically impossible to fold it a sixth time.

Xia Qiwei rolled her eyes.

"So, why are you so insistent on folding it eight times?"

"I've recently been researching the field of 'miracles.'"

Tong Yunran rested her chin on her hand, her gaze becoming somewhat distant. "I was thinking, if I could fold a piece of ordinary paper more than eight times using this conventional method—would that count as triggering a small miracle?" Perhaps she could glean new knowledge of the rules from it.

Xia Qiwei was taken aback upon hearing this.

Following her old classmate's train of thought, she too fell into deep thought.

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