Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 43 [Dream] The Reward for First Place

Several pretty girls were even more direct, openly asking for his contact information and inviting him out on the weekend with smiles, while also having some in-depth "exchanges".

Gu Xintong's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

She noticed that Zhang Qingzhe seemed somewhat reserved in the crowd, as if he wasn't very good at handling this situation.

She decisively stepped forward, adopting a cool and aloof demeanor to block out those overly enthusiastic classmates.

When the boys saw that a girl had stepped forward, they consciously kept their distance.

But the girls were even more dissatisfied.

During the competition, they whispered among themselves, denouncing this "poacher" of the "structuralist school".

Seeing her acting like she was possessive of her food, the girls started chattering and arguing, and a faint smell of jealousy filled the air.

In the distance, the professors watched this scene with amusement and couldn't help but laugh.

Wang Dong, who had been pushed to the sidelines, had already heard the whole story from the people around him.

He glanced up at the big screen, where the kill clips were still playing on repeat, and a strange feeling welled up inside him.

My best friend, whom I thought was about the same level as me, has quietly become a big shot.

In an instant, feelings of envy, jealousy, resentment, joy, depression, and pain arose...

A mix of emotions, like an overturned spice jar, churned and churned within him.

This perfectly illustrates the saying:

He was both afraid his brother would suffer and afraid his brother would drive a Land Rover.

Zhou Keming stood far away on the periphery of the crowd with a cold face, glancing at the glaring points on the leaderboard from time to time.

His feelings were equally complicated at that moment.

She was filled with jealousy towards Zhang Qingzhe and couldn't wait to challenge him.

They also developed a deep sense of apprehension towards him, fearing defeat in a direct confrontation.

In that case, the fig leaf of being "number one in the grade" would probably be completely torn off.

Zheng Hangfei stood further away, his eyes practically spitting fire.

His gaze held an undisguised hostility, along with a hint of fear that he tried to conceal.

When he saw the [Exploding Wasp] blast through Ma Yinuo's chest, he was truly terrified.

But now, he can also go up and provoke others.

Because Kang Ping was giving a stern lecture to the students in the class with a cold face.

On the other side, Ma Yinuo, supported by her boyfriend, also observed Zhang Qingzhe from a distance.

Surprisingly, there was no trace of hatred in her alluring peach blossom eyes; instead, they revealed a hint of infatuation and confusion.

The mock test ended around the same time that many classes were dismissed.

Students from many other schools of thought, as well as some senior students, also came to watch the spectacle.

Ye Qingshuang also mingled in the crowd, quietly peeking into the dream simulation room.

She had some knowledge of the "Energy Shaping School" and thought that the first place winner this time would be either Zhou Keming or Zheng Hangfei.

She felt that if Zhang Qingzhe could make it into the top ten, it would already be a miraculous achievement.

But when she peeked inside, she saw that the name "Zhang Qingzhe" was prominently listed at the top of the leaderboard on the big screen.

She was stunned.

Her gaze swept hurriedly across the entire scene, finally finding that familiar figure in the center of the crowd.

Zhang Qingzhe stood there calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Several top-performing theoretical students were asking him for advice, notebooks in hand.

He was very approachable, sharing his insights and solving their problems on the spot.

Meanwhile, a group of girls on the other side were also trying to get his attention under the pretext of "asking for advice".

In an instant, Ye Qingshuang felt a throbbing in her heart.

She instinctively wanted to squeeze in, stop the girls from harassing her, and take the opportunity to rekindle their relationship.

But just as she lifted her foot, she saw Gu Xintong.

That somewhat aloof girl is already doing this for her.

This instantly brought Ye Qingshuang to her senses.

She bit her lower lip, feeling a pang of heartache.

The professors thoroughly enjoyed this "dream simulation" and were still somewhat reluctant to leave after it ended.

With a satisfied smile, Dean Zhou beckoned Xia Qiwei to come closer.

In front of the professors from other classes, he praised Xia Qiwei highly.

Several highly respected senior professors also praised her teaching achievements.

As a notorious troublemaker within the "Sculpting School," this was the first time Xia Qiwei had received such treatment.

Although most of Zhang Qingzhe's achievements cannot actually be attributed to her teaching.

But who can blame her for being lucky?

They just had to put Zhang Qingzhe into her class.

This was like a pie falling from the sky, and it just so happened to fall into her mouth.

Kang Ping gritted his teeth and coldly observed Xia Qiwei.

He felt that the position of director was getting further and further away from him, and his hopes of winning over this beautiful woman were becoming increasingly slim.

However, Dean Zhou suddenly turned serious and raised another question:

"I heard that Zhang Qingzhe is considering transferring to the [Life Science School]?"

Xia Qiwei immediately snapped out of her daze and quickly said, "Dean, I absolutely will not agree to him changing departments!"

"We certainly can't let such a promising talent go to the [Life School]."

Dean Zhou nodded, his tone softening somewhat. "However, you can't always use force to stop her. You have to find a way to win her over emotionally, understand?"

"Well..."

Xia Qiwei hesitated for a moment.

Dealing with social issues is a weakness for all witches.

For Xia Qiwei, who is a "great witch", this is her biggest weakness.

Dean Zhou shook his head helplessly:

"Let's start with the reward. Since Zhang Qingzhe won first place in the [Dream Simulation] competition and brought honor to your class, you should at least show your appreciation."

"Oh, I understand." Xia Qiwei nodded as if she had just realized something.

Dean Zhou then turned to the other professors and said loudly:

"Don't be discouraged, other classes. This is only the first round of the [Dream Simulation] competition. There are other matches to come, and even cross-school competitions. Go back and discuss it carefully, and try your best next time!"

After Dean Zhou left, Xia Qiwei walked lightly into the noisy crowd.

The students who had been surrounding Zhang Qingzhe immediately dispersed like a tide.

It seems that the vast majority of people still hold the Great Witch in awe.

After the bystanders left, Xia Qiwei slightly raised her chin, revealing a smug smile:

"Zhang Qingzhe, you did a good job this time."

"I have to thank you, Professor, for that page of your journal," Zhang Qingzhe replied calmly.

"Hmph! You know that much." Xia Qiwei snorted lightly, her eyes and brows relaxing. "At least my efforts weren't in vain."

She smoothed a stray lock of hair from her temple, adjusted her decorative glasses, and continued:

"Also, Dean Zhou specifically instructed me to give you a small reward."

"award?"

Upon hearing this word, Zhang Qingzhe finally perked up.

Wang Dong and several other boys also stared wide-eyed at Xia Qiwei's hand.

They wanted to know what kind of "reward" this "great witch" professor would offer.

Based on Wang Dong's extensive experience of watching countless films, the "reward" offered by a stunningly beautiful professor like this would certainly not be meager—

At the very least, it should be something like being called into the office for a private "secret reward" session.