Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 124 The Meeting Between My Sister and My Master

Chapter 125 The Meeting Between My Sister and My Master

"oh."

Zhang Lingyue gave a vague reply.

She still wasn't used to interacting too much with the older women.

But the older women were exceptionally enthusiastic.

Firstly, because Zhang Lingyue has grown into an increasingly beautiful young woman;

Secondly, because among the "witches," she is considered one of the more obedient types.

Unlike Xia Qiwei, who was a typical "disliked by everyone" from childhood to adulthood.

"My grandson goes to the same school as you!" an older woman said with a smile.

"Mmm, mmm," Zhang Lingyue continued to nod vaguely.

"It seems there was another incident in the city today. It's not safe for a girl to walk alone. How about I have my grandson take you from now on?"

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"No, no need—"

Zhang Lingyue was somewhat overwhelmed by this sudden enthusiasm.

"My grandson is a college student, I can give you a ride on my way." Another older woman joined in, "Lingyue, my grandson is so handsome, no less so than your brother!"

Zhang Lingyue's lips twitched slightly, unsure how to respond.

Every time she passes by the neighborhood's "information hub" alone, she inevitably gets harassed by older women who try every trick in the book to promote their grandchildren.

This became a daily headache for her.

"Really, it's not necessary—my brother will give it to me," Zhang Lingyue politely declined.

"Your brother?"

The middle-aged women all turned their heads to look at the red Porsche. "Isn't he busy with his own things?"

Zhang Lingyue frowned and followed their gaze.

Zhang Qingzhe was originally huddled in the car, planning to sneak out after his sister had passed by.

This way, when I get home, I might avoid being questioned.

But to his utter surprise, this group of middle-aged women actually "betrayed" his whereabouts.

His sister's sharp gaze had already locked onto him precisely.

Zhang Qingzhe suddenly felt a headache coming on.

It seems like going home will inevitably bring some trouble.

Xia Qiwei, however, wore a gloating expression, enjoying Zhang Qingzhe's helpless look.

She then turned her head, glanced at Zhang Lingyue through the car window, and chuckled softly, "Your sister is quite the beauty."

"well enough."

"However, although you two siblings are both good-looking, you don't seem to look alike."

"Doesn't it look like it?" Xia Qiwei's words made Zhang Qingzhe vaguely realize.

Come to think of it, that seems to be true.

My younger sister looks a lot like my mother, but I look quite different from my mother.

Could it be that I take after my father?

But then another question arose in his mind—he seemed to have never seen his father, and couldn't even find any related memories.

That's a bit strange.

However, he couldn't ask too many questions.

If the suspicion surrounding his identity is exposed, it could lead to even bigger trouble.

Under his sister's silent, piercing gaze, Zhang Qingzhe had no choice but to resign himself to packing his things and slowly push open the door to get out of the car.

Xia Qiwei gracefully opened the car door and stood beside the car with a smile.

The setting sun shone obliquely on her face, and the edges of her sunglasses gleamed with a faint halo.

A gentle evening breeze swept by, lifting her long hair, which perfectly complemented her bright red short skirt.

"Hi, Zhang Lingyue, right—" she greeted with a smile, "I'm your brother's tutor."

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----Um."

Zhang Lingyue responded softly, her expression somewhat indifferent.

Xia Qiwei didn't seem to mind and continued, "How about you consider applying to the [Energy Shaping School] next year? If needed, I can even arrange a special admission for you. You and your brother can both become my apprentices then."

Seeing his sister's face grow increasingly grim, Zhang Qingzhe felt a headache coming on.

He quickly grabbed his sister's hand and waved hastily at Xia Qiwei.

"Professor, um—please go back now!"

Xia Qiwei shrugged, helplessly sat back in the car, and muttered to herself, "These days, the 'Little Witch' is really strong-willed—can't she be tempted by such good conditions? And the way she looks at me, I always feel like it's similar to Gu Xintong's. What did I do to offend her?"

Under the watchful eyes of the older women, Zhang Qingzhe finally managed to pull his sulking sister back home.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as the door closed, Zhang Lingyue shook off his hand. "You actually secretly became that 'Great Witch's' disciple?"

"Well... I had no choice."

Zhang Qingzhe explained helplessly, "Your brother is exceptionally talented, and many professors have their eyes on me. I have to choose one."

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"Couldn't you have chosen a more ordinary tutor?"

"But those ordinary professors—none of them could beat Shakky. In the end, they all silently backed down."

Zhang Qingzhe sighed, "Besides, I think Professor Xia is actually a good person. He is knowledgeable and very responsible."

They have pretty strong backing too.

Zhang Lingyue glared at her brother, angrily took off her school uniform jacket, and casually tossed it onto the sofa.

At that moment, she was only wearing underwear and white stockings, walking back and forth on the wooden floor.

Her feet seemed slightly damp with sweat, leaving a long trail of small, cute, light-colored footprints on the walnut-grained floor.

The gentle breeze from the air conditioner quickly faded away the marks.

"Are you after her because she's beautiful and rich?"

Zhang Lingyue changed into a casual tank top, but didn't take off her stockings.

The white fabric covering her legs made her skin appear even more pink and tender, giving her a pure and gentle look.

"What do you take my brother for? You're making me sound like a gigolo."

Zhang Qingzhe put down his things, turned around and walked towards the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Zhang Lingyue pursed her lips, thinking to herself that her brother was completely oblivious.

Don't you know that in other people's eyes, from your appearance to your behavior, you're already a typical gigolo?

Zhang Qingzhe opened the refrigerator and saw beef and onions inside.

He decided to make hamburger patties tonight.

I hope the delicious food will shut my sister up and stop her from nagging me.

Zhang Lingyue, however, remained slumped on the sofa, her face still full of worry.

Two long legs wrapped in white stockings were casually draped over the outside of the sofa armrests, swaying slightly, exuding an air of languor and unease.

Every time Zhang Qingzhe passed by the sofa, she would mischievously squeeze her brother's leg between her legs.

Zhang Qingzhe had no choice but to grab her mischievous little foot, gently shake it, and put it back on the sofa.

"Stop messing around. If you're really bored, watch some TV."

He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV for his sister.

But he immediately regretted it.

When the screen lit up, it played today's news, reporting on the events that had occurred in the park.

This time, the city hall did not shift the blame to the gas company.

The blame was shifted to Green Island Mental Hospital.

The news report claimed that a mentally unstable card player escaped from a mental hospital and caused a riot in a park.