Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 92 Relying on [Mood Candy] to Replenish the Soul

The next morning—

When Zhang Qingzhe woke up, he felt as if his head was filled with lead, and his temples throbbed intermittently.

He couldn't tell whether the intense headache was because his soul had been extracted or because he hit his forehead when he fell.

His younger sister got up early to make him "breakfast".

When it was finally served, it was a dish with a very subtle color and an indescribable taste...

Um! ?

Zhang Qingzhe didn't know what he ate.

It looks like an egg, but it also looks like a scallion pancake...

Anyway, you can forget about figuring out the witch's cooking.

In the end, this breakfast not only failed to replenish his "soul," but also caused his SAN value to drop further.

"Brother, why don't you take the day off and rest at home?"

My little sister's face was full of worry, and her eyes were a little red.

Zhang Qingzhe shook his head. "No, I have to go to school."

He was very clear in his mind that he was studying the cards from the "Life School" one after another.

In particular, the accidental creation of the "Two-Headed Raven" has caused his soul to be continuously depleted, reaching a dangerous critical point.

He must go find Xia Qiwei now.

Since in this strange world, there exist the [School of Life] and the [School of Necromancy].

Therefore, members of these two schools of thought must have a way to repair damage to the soul.

Although the younger sister is a little willful at times, she is reluctant to appear with her brother to avoid being teased by their classmates.

But whenever something truly important comes up, she always puts her brother's safety first.

This time, without hesitation, the younger sister took out her flying broom and said, "Get on, I'll take you there."

Then, under the astonished gazes of the students, Zhang Qingzhe, holding his sister's slender waist, flew directly into the gate of Green Island University.

After putting down the broom, Zhang Qingzhe pulled up his pants and felt a "sad feeling" in his crotch.

No wonder flying brooms have always been associated with witches.

It's so unfriendly to boys!

"Hey! Come home early after school!"

As soon as my sister gets to a crowded place, she turns back into her "witch" form.

"Okay! And could you please stop calling me 'feed'?" Zhang Qingzhe shook his head helplessly.

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Zhang Qingzhe skipped class and went straight to the office.

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, cutting neat strips of light across the floor.

Xia Qiwei slumped lazily into her office chair.

She was wearing an office suit, with a fitted silk blouse.

She wore a black short skirt that hugged her rounded hips, and her long, beautiful legs were crossed.

A high heel dangled from her toes, swaying slightly as if about to fall.

Her chestnut-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her beautiful face held a touch of languor.

Xia Qiwei glanced at Zhang Qingzhe lazily.

Seeing her slightly pale face, instead of showing concern, she chuckled, her tone rising lightly:

"Hey, what did you do last night? You look so tired!"

"Professor, this is not the time for jokes."

Zhang Qingzhe was already familiar with the "Great Witch" and was no longer reserved around the professor, so he sat down on the chair next to her.

Xia Qiwei raised an eyebrow and asked with interest:

"I heard there was an accident at the hospital where Kangping is staying. The news said it was a 'gas pipeline explosion'? You weren't in any danger, were you?"

Zhang Qingzhe glanced around the office before lowering his voice and saying:

"That wasn't a gas pipe. It was a member of the Deadpool organization... who self-destructed."

"Huh?" Xia Qiwei's languid expression faded slightly. "There's such a thing? How's Kang Ping? Was he blown up?"

"He's still alive, but he's been subjected to a 'soul search.' His soul seems to be damaged, and he's temporarily... become an idiot," Zhang Qingzhe briefly explained.

"Pfft—" Xia Qiwei couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Serves him right! What karma. But it's a pity, it's probably only temporary. His family is quite wealthy; they should be able to 'repair' his soul. Tsk, it's good to be rich—"

When Zhang Qingzhe heard the words "make up for it," his eyes lit up and hope rose in his heart.

He leaned forward slightly, his tone urgent, "Professor, my soul... may also need some 'replenishment'."

"Hmm?" Xia Qiwei looked him up and down, her playful expression disappearing. "What's wrong?"

Zhang Qingzhe briefly recounted how, while making the "Crow Card," a large amount of his soul was accidentally extracted, causing him to faint.

After hearing this, Xia Qiwei showed no sympathy. Instead, she seized on the opportunity and a wicked smile appeared on her lips.

She kicked off her high heels hanging on her toes, curled up her jade-like feet encased in stockings, and kicked Zhang Qingzhe's calf lightly.

"See? I told you so!" She proudly raised her chin. "Switching to the [Life School] brings no benefits! See, you've really messed things up now!"

"Professor, this isn't the time to talk about this," Zhang Qingzhe said helplessly, brushing aside her mischievous foot. "The important thing is, what should I do now?"

"Oh, that?" Xia Qiwei shrugged, her tone very casual. "Don't worry, as long as you have money, there's a way..."

She casually bent down and started rummaging through the cabinet.

This movement caused her shirt to ride up, revealing her fair lower back.

Zhang Qingzhe's eyes twitched, and he looked away helplessly, but couldn't help reaching out to pull down her hem.

"Ah! Found it!"

Xia Qiwei sat up straight, took out an exquisite box, and casually tossed it to Zhang Qingzhe.

Zhang Qingzhe hurriedly caught the box and looked down to see the words "Mood Candy".

The wrapper is decorated with stars and hearts, making it look no different from ordinary candy.

"What...is this?" Zhang Qingzhe looked up in confusion.

"Eat it. It can replenish your soul."

"Really?" Zhang Qingzhe asked, his face full of doubt, shaking the box in his hand. "Candy can replenish the soul?"

"These aren't ordinary candies," Xia Qiwei pointed to the packaging with her slender finger, her face beaming, "These are made with 'the witch's mood'—【Mood Candy】."

Hearing this explanation only made Zhang Qingzhe more confused:

"The Witch's Mood? What are those ingredients?"

"Oh dear, it's too much trouble to explain to you, just eat it!" Xia Qiwei leaned over and took a round candy from the box.

After peeling off the colorful outer packaging, there is a sparkling pink candy inside.

She held a pearl-sized candy in her hand, then demonstrated by opening her red lips and uttering a seductive syllable: "Ah—"

The movements were so natural, as if feeding a small animal, yet they carried an irresistible intimacy.

The old professor at the next table looked up and saw this scene, then gave Zhang Qingzhe a meaningful smile.

He seemed to have spent too much time in the office and was already used to the Great Witch's various outrageous behaviors.

Xia Qiwei didn't care about what others thought.

She used a rosy finger to stuff it into Zhang Qingzhe's mouth.

"Well……"

The moment the candy melts on the tongue, a strange, warm current flows down the throat.

This warm current didn't enter the stomach; instead, it seemed to have a life of its own, quickly spreading to every part of the body.

Ultimately, like rivers flowing into the sea, they converge towards the mind where the soul resides.

Zhang Qingzhe clearly felt that the "emptiness" he had always felt was being filled by a gentle force, like the fine cracks on porcelain.

The lingering headache quickly subsided, and the fatigue receded like a receding tide.

Even her originally pale complexion regained its rosy hue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xia Qiwei ate one herself, then squinted her eyes like a lazy cat, enjoying the pleasure brought by the mood candy.

After a moment, she turned to look at Zhang Qingzhe, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"How are you feeling? Any better, my little apprentice?"