Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 65 Xia Qiwei's "Witch Tax" Quest

"It seems that making money is still more important," Wang Dong sighed.

He finished counting the battery cards and carefully put them into the envelope.

Seeing that Wang Dong had regained his spirits, Zhang Qingzhe also breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's right! With money, you can have everything. Maybe your high school sweetheart is waiting for you at a foot massage parlor."

"That makes sense!" Wang Dong suddenly perked up.

As he turned to leave, he suddenly remembered something and leaned closer to say:

"Oh, by the way, a girl asked me to pass on a message... saying she wants to ask you out for a chat."

Zhang Qingzhe frowned and subconsciously refused, saying, "Please turn it down for me."

"You haven't even asked who it is yet."

"It must be Ye Qingshuang."

"No, this time it's Ma Yinuo."

"Who?"

Zhang Qingzhe searched his memory for a moment before remembering that it was the girl whose chest he had blown open with the Exploding Wasp in the Dream Simulation.

"What does she want from me?" Zhang Qingzhe was a little confused.

"What else could a pretty girl possibly want with a Casanova like you?"

Zhang Qingzhe frowned even more deeply.

I didn't do anything, so why am I being given this kind of reputation?

"Please turn them down for me. I'm not interested in girls."

"You're really something... How come so many girls are fawning over you? Does being handsome really mean you can do whatever you want?"

Zhang Qingzhe waved:

"You, as an observer, find it quite interesting. But as someone who experienced it firsthand, I just find it incredibly annoying. Right now, I wish there wasn't a single girl around me."

"You're at Versailles again! I really want to strangle you..."

Wang Dong stretched out his hands as if to pinch, when suddenly the sound of high heels echoed in the classroom.

Xia Qiwei walked in.

She wore gold-rimmed glasses, and her hair was styled in a dignified and elegant updo.

A sophisticated office suit accentuates her elegant figure.

"Zhang Qingzhe, come with me for a moment," Xia Qiwei said.

"Professor, the next class is about to start," Zhang Qingzhe replied.

"I've already asked for leave for you."

Xia Qiwei waved the Porsche keys in her hand, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" Zhang Qingzhe asked warily.

"I'll take you to an internship." Xia Qiwei blinked, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Zhang Qingzhe clicked his tongue and followed helplessly.

Watching this scene, Wang Dong was so envious he almost vomited blood, and muttered under his breath:

"That wretched human bulldozer... it doesn't even spare professors?"

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Although Zhang Qingzhe was somewhat reluctant, he still followed Xia Qiwei all the way to the parking lot behind the campus.

A red Porsche lies quietly in its parking space.

The smooth, sloping roofline is as sharp as a blade, exuding a sense of beauty poised to be unleashed.

Sunlight glides across the blazing, painted surface, reflecting a scorching, blinding light.

Xia Qiwei opened the scissor-style car door, casually adjusting her office skirt, revealing glimpses of her ample thighs.

Seeing that there were no familiar faces around, she took off her decorative glasses and let her long, waist-length hair fall loose.

"Get in the car quickly." Xia Qiwei gestured with her head turned to the side, "We have important business to attend to."

Zhang Qingzhe got into the passenger seat.

This sports car has a sharp and cool exterior, but it's not comfortable to sit in; you're practically in a reclining position.

"Let's go!"

Xia Qiwei cheered and slammed on the gas pedal.

The Porsche roared to life and sped off toward the winding mountain road.

The engine's torque is truly astonishing, and its climbing speed is breathtakingly fast.

The vehicle sped over the mountaintop and headed towards the shady valley.

Zhang Qingzhe looked out the window and suddenly caught sight of a familiar steep slope.

Flocks of crows gathered there, circling in the air in a dark mass.

Zhang Qingzhe suddenly realized, "Professor, you're going to the Dragon Disaster area?"

"You actually know about this place?" Xia Qiwei raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Professor, didn't you promise not to let me enter dangerous areas?"

"I promised not to let you get into danger, but I didn't say I wouldn't take you in."

She winked mischievously. "As long as I protect you, that's fine, right?"

That's just sophistry.

"Oh dear, with your talent, you'll become a [Formal Card Master] sooner or later. Are you really going to hide in the [Dragon Disaster Zone] forever?"

"There's no need to make contact now."

"The sooner you get in touch, the sooner you adapt. Besides, the [Dragon Disaster Zone] presents both opportunities and risks. If you want to grow quickly, this is the best stage."

"But I don't want to die yet."

"You have a powerful witch master as your backer, what are you afraid of?"

"It's because of you that I'm afraid."

"..."

During the conversation, the Porsche had already reached the boundary of the restricted area.

A checkpoint stands ahead, with high-voltage electromagnetic grids extending on both sides, and uniformed personnel patrolling the area.

Xia Qiwei jerked the steering wheel, and the sports car executed a clean drift, sliding into a parking space in the parking lot.

Zhang Qingzhe was thrown off balance by the inertia, and his right hand instinctively pressed down on her thigh.

Through the velvety black silk, I could feel the warm, soft, and bouncy texture in my palm, a completely different sensation from my sister's delicate hands.

"you……"

Xia Qiwei instinctively squeezed her legs together.

She gently bit her lip and swallowed her words back.

It seems this "big witch" has realized that this was caused by her driving too recklessly.

Zhang Qingzhe silently withdrew his hand, his fingertips unconsciously twirling slightly, as if still savoring the sensation from just now.

The two of them turned their faces away at the same time, pretending that nothing had happened.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Qingzhe coughed lightly twice:

"Professor, what exactly do you want me to do here?"

Xia Qiwei coughed as well, her plump thighs slightly crossed, the rustling sound of her stockings rubbing together.

"Actually, it's time to pay the 'witch tax.' I came here to complete a mission and, incidentally, to broaden your horizons."

"Witch tax?"

Zhang Qingzhe heard new terms again and felt that the world was too mysterious, with all sorts of strange things.

"It's just a common name. It's not actually limited to 'witch'. Any 'card master' who meets the requirements has to pay."

"What is this tax for?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.

"Essentially, it's to support the fight against the Dragon Plague."

"Then how do I pay the taxes?" Zhang Qingzhe asked curiously.

Xia Qiwei explained, "There are two ways to pay taxes:

Research-oriented card makers typically choose to stay in the back and produce a specified number of cards to submit.

Combat-oriented Card Masters will choose to go to the Dragon Plague Zone to complete the task of eliminating the Dragon Plague.

Zhang Qingzhe immediately sensed danger: "Then, Professor, which one are you?"

"Hey! Your master is a master of both literature and martial arts, with dual degrees in both research and combat."

Xia Qiwei proudly put her hands on her hips and puffed out her high, firm breasts.

"Then why didn't you choose the first option?"

"Making cards requires money to buy materials!"

"You're a university professor, you're in the high-income bracket, wouldn't you be short of money?"