Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 163 Kang Ping's "Medical Miracle"

Chapter 164 Kang Ping's "Medical Miracle"

"This is absolutely terrible luck—" Kang Ping sighed.

He has been privately informed by officials of the investigation's findings, which indicate that the attack was linked to the "Deadpool" organization.

But he just couldn't understand it. What skills did he, an ordinary teacher in a college who taught theoretical courses, have that made that terrorist organization go to such lengths?

He's usually pretty lucky, especially with blind boxes; he often pulls out high-value cards.

But what does this have to do with Deadpool?

Does this make them so jealous that they launch a terrorist attack against themselves?

The absurd thought flashed through his mind, making him laugh at himself, but the laughter was quickly dispelled by the bitterness of reality.

It was truly a stroke of luck that I survived this time.

However, his body was completely ruined, and his [Magic Circuit] was severely damaged.

In the future, let alone going back to teach at the college, he won't even be able to take care of himself in normal life.

The thought of the academy filled me with a strong sense of resentment.

The young and lively female teaching assistants in the office, the energetic female students in the classroom —

And then there's that arrogant and beautiful "Great Witch" Xia Qiwei.

Her slender and graceful figure excited Kang Ping just thinking about it.

"I'm afraid we'll never see each other again!"

He stared at the pale ceiling, feeling that life was utterly bleak.

Just then, at the edge of his blurry vision, he seemed to notice the curtains move slightly.

Aren't the windows in the ward always closed?

He turned his neck with difficulty and looked towards the window.

A humanoid shadow had appeared by the window, its face mostly covered by twisted tentacles, revealing only a single, emotionless gray eye.

"Is he an assassin from the Deadpool organization?"

"Aren't they going to let me go?"

"What divine law did I break?"

An overwhelming fear gripped Kang Ping, making him want to scream.

But Ai Ruosu took a step forward and grabbed his neck.

Her movements were steady and rigid, with an almost inhuman mechanical quality.

"Shut up!"

Her cold voice, coming through the mask, was devoid of any emotion: "If you make a sound, I will execute you immediately."

Kang Ping obediently shut his mouth, his hospital gown soaked with cold sweat.

Ai Ruosu lowered her head, used her bare eye to check the information on her phone again, and then looked at Kang Ping again: "I am now conveying the superior's order: you can choose to join the Deadpool organization, and the organization will inject you with a special serum."

It can not only repair all your damage, but also give you strength beyond what you've ever had before.

Kang Ping's heart began to pound.

Regain your health?

Even become stronger?

This is an absolute temptation for someone who has just narrowly escaped death.

However, as a professor, he knew how terrifying the Deadpool organization was.

This is not just a terrorist organization, but an enemy of all mankind!

"If you refuse."

Ai Ruosu continued in her emotionless tone, "My mission will be changed to elimination. Now, make your choice!"

The air seemed to freeze.

The beeping of the instruments sounded like a death knell.

Kang Ping felt a chill run through his body and didn't know what to do.

Ai Ruosu stared at Kang Ping, who was trembling all over, with a mechanical gaze.

Seeing that he was slow to respond, she seemed to feel a little "impatient".

She slowly raised her right arm.

Even in the dim light, the outline of that arm appeared excessively large and terrifying, with muscle lines so clear they were almost ferocious, as if it could kill a bull with a single punch.

This simple action became the final straw that broke Kang Ping's rationality.

"I accept! I'll accept anything! Please don't kill me!"

His survival instinct and cowardly nature completely shattered all his hesitation.

He closed his eyes tightly and almost cried as he uttered those words.

Teacher ethics and justice seem insignificant under the threat of death.

Beneath the playboy's dashing exterior lies nothing more than a cowardly man who fears death.

No wonder Xia Qiwei always looked down on him.

Ai Ruosu's arm made a turn and took out another card.

Geometric patterns appear on the card surface; this is a card from the "Constructivist School".

After she injected the magic essence, it burst like a bubble.

A syringe fell out, filled with a dark purple liquid.

Unlike the gentle nurse, Ai Ruosu inserted the needle directly into Kang Ping's neck and used her large thumb to push the piston, injecting all the liquid.

The cold liquid flowed into his blood vessels, causing Kang Ping's body to shudder violently. Immediately, all the blood vessels in his body bulged, almost making him scream out loud.

Ai Ruosu picked up a pillow and slapped it onto his contorted face.

I don't know if I was afraid he would cry out, or if I hated seeing his cowardly face.

"Tomorrow, you will regain your health and gain great strength."

With a gentle squeeze, Ai Ruosu crushed the syringe into tiny fragments, which then transformed into magic particles that floated away.

Kang Ping forced himself to endure the pain and turned his head to look at the needle mark on the side of his neck.

"Will I really be better tomorrow? —"

Kang Ping asked a question, but there was no one in front of the bed.

Only the open glass window and the curtains swaying in the night breeze proved that the nightmarish experience was not an illusion.

early morning-

The sun rises as usual.

Fine dappled sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves beside the playground.

Zhang Qingzhe was doing pull-ups, his even breathing turning into a thin white mist in the cool air.

Just then, an unexpected figure suddenly entered his field of vision.

Professor Kang Ping was actually jogging, with a relaxed and cheerful smile on his face, surrounded by several female students chatting and laughing.

"What's going on?" Zhang Qingzhe landed on the ground, looking at the scene with confusion.

He had seen Kangping before and inquired with the doctor, who said that Kangping would not recover in the short term.

Even if he can get out of bed now, his [Magic Circuit] will be severely damaged.

How come you're acting like nothing happened today, and you're even running on the track?

Zhang Qingzhe stared coldly, his mind filled with questions.

Kang Ping looked rosy-cheeked and his steps were surprisingly steady; he even seemed more energetic than before his injury.

This recovery speed is defying all logic.

At this moment, Shen Nanzhi came over and handed Zhang Qingzhe some water.

The two sat on the sunny lawn, with the plane trees overhead beginning to sway.

"Professor Kangping, not only has he recovered and been discharged from the hospital, but he was even able to run today! I was really surprised."

Shen Nanzhi tilted her head slightly, her long hair sliding down her shoulder.

She habitually hugged her knees, unintentionally showing off her long legs.

"Senior, how much do you know about him?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.

"Hmm—everyone says he's a playboy, but I still want to get close to him."

Zhang Qingzhe nodded, uninterested in that, and then asked, "Hmm! Anything else?"

Shen Nanzhi blinked, her eyelashes shimmering in the sunlight. "As for her teaching ability, it's alright among the teachers of theoretical courses."

"Anything else?" Zhang Qingzhe pressed, "How much do you know about things outside of school, senior?"

"Well, his family seems to be quite well-off."

Shen Nanzhi raised her hand to smooth her long hair, tucking the stray strands behind her ear, and then said jokingly, "Of course, he can't compare to your girlfriend, junior!"

Shen Nanzhi said this intentionally, hoping to take the opportunity to confirm something with Zhang Qingzhe.

"Huh?!" Zhang Qingzhe asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It's Gu Xintong! Everyone calls her Miss Gu."

"Oh!" Zhang Qingzhe snapped out of his daze. "She's not my girlfriend. We're just friends."

Shen Nanzhi turned her face away.

Although he didn't say a word, he laughed in the backlight.

"Is there anything else?" Zhang Qingzhe continued to ask.

"I heard their family has connections in the Card Players Association in Green Island City. But I don't know the specifics—why are you suddenly so interested in him?"

Zhang Qingzhe did not answer immediately.

He simply looked towards the playground again, but Kang Ping was no longer visible there.

But that sense of unease only grew stronger in his heart.

Wait until morning.

Zhang Qingzhe came out of the library, carrying several thick books, and gently pushed open the office door.

A faint aroma of coffee wafted in the air, accompanied by the occasional laughter of professors.

"You've arrived!"

Professor Xia Qiwei's voice came from the window, slightly languid and hoarse.

She wasn't wearing a formal suit today, just a simple printed T-shirt.

The V-neckline is very low, revealing the beautiful collarbone.

She was reclining in a large, slender chair, her fingertips casually twirling a strand of hair, while her other hand casually flipped through a paper.

The sunlight bathed the profile of her face in a soft, warm gold.

"Professor, I have some questions about the stability of [chain] —"

Zhang Qingzhe approached the desk, preparing to begin his questions.

At that moment, the office door opened again, and a smug footstep walked in.

"Hi everyone! I'm back."

Kang Ping wore an excessively bright smile.

He was wearing a brand-new, ugly suit, but his hair was meticulously styled.

He looked radiant, even more energetic than before his injury.

He was accompanied by several female companions, like bees swarming around flowers.

"Xiao Kang, you've recovered so quickly!" Professor Wang looked up and said with a surprised expression.

"I've more than just recovered! I'm stronger than before."

Zhang Qingzhe frowned and stared at him without saying a word.

Xia Chenwei couldn't help but ask, "What happened? Weren't you beaten half to death and even your soul was damaged?"

"Ha ha!"

Kang Ping glanced at Xia Chenwei, his voice unconsciously rising, "To be honest, that night was truly dangerous. Those two assassins from the 'Deadpool Organization' were clearly the elite of the elite. But I am, after all, a professor of card analysis; how could I just sit and wait to die?"

He waved his hand, assuming a fighting stance.

"At that time, my [Magic Circuit] was slightly disrupted due to the sneak attack. But I still seized the opportunity and used a morning spell—"

"Wow! Professor Kang Ping, that's amazing!"

The female teaching assistants following behind him, their eyes sparkling like stars, cheered him on like a cheerleading squad.

Zhang Qingzhe listened silently, glancing at Xia Chenwei out of the corner of his eye.

Her brows furrowed, and she clearly sensed that something was very wrong.

"I didn't have a moment's rest during the days I was hospitalized."

As Kang Ping spoke, he became increasingly animated, swinging his arms dramatically as if he were playing an accordion.

However, his gaze always lingered on Xia Chenwei.

"I was meditating while lying in bed, constantly working through my damaged pathways. Finally, my efforts paid off, and I cleared all the pathways. Even the doctor said it was a medical miracle, haha."

He laughed a couple of times, then added in a deliberately deep, magnetic voice, "People have to go through hardships to grow! Now, I feel I have a clearer grasp on magic than before."

After he finished speaking, he gave Xia Chenwei a special smile.

"Professor Xia Chenwei, don't you think so?"

Xia Qiwei's eyes shimmered with a purple-blue light, appearing clear and aloof in the sunlight.

She merely glanced at Kang Ping indifferently, her gaze calm and unwavering, before returning to her thesis.

"snort!"

She ended the conversation with a single syllable.

Kang Ping wasn't angry. He continued shamelessly, "Professor Xia, I've finally recovered my health. Would you do me the honor of having a welcome dinner with me today?"

"Sorry! I'm busy today," Xia Chenwei replied bluntly.

"Oh! It's okay, then from next time—"

Kang Ping wore a smile on his face, but in reality, he was filled with hatred.

"You little bitch, don't think you can ignore me just because you're pretty. You'll fall into my hands sooner or later. And then, I'll—"

Kang Ping, lost in lewd fantasies, glanced at Xia Chenwei again, his gaze lingering on her stockinged legs.

"—Sigh! Even then, there's nothing I can do to you. I'll still treat you like a queen; I truly can't bear to hurt you!"

Kang Ping thought to himself helplessly.

Seeing that Xia Chenwei was no longer paying attention to him, he turned to his other companions and continued to talk about his impressive achievements.

As Zhang Qingzhe sat down at Xia Chenwei's table, the sense of unease in his heart grew stronger.

Kang Ping looks excessively "healthy".

His complexion was rosy, his voice was full of energy, and even the subtle magical fluctuations flowing around him were more active than before.

But beneath this liveliness lay a sense of unease that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

It's somewhat like a Deadpool member, but not quite.

"This is so strange! This feeling of unease is like... like I've encountered it somewhere before."

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Zhang Qingzhe frowned, then a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Ah! That's right—"

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Zhang Qingzhe suddenly thought of Ai Ruosu, and that unsettling aura she exuded.

However, since Ai Ruosu is a witch, it's understandable that she has the aura of a morning monster.

What exactly happened to Kang Ping?

Zhang Qingzhe looked at Kang Ping again.

The other person was laughing and patting a colleague on the shoulder, his gold watch gleaming on his wrist, a typical playboy.

There was absolutely no indication that the beggar was acting abnormally.

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