Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 10 What's wrong with Brother Xiang borrowing some money from you to start a band?

About ten minutes later, a size 8 battery was completed.

Zhang Qingzhe picked up the card, examined it carefully, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Even with his calm personality, the fact that he successfully made an 8-cell battery on his first try still stirred a surge of excitement within him.

But somewhere he didn't notice, someone stared wide-eyed.

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Sunlight streamed obliquely through the window, falling on half of Ye Qingshuang's body.

She wore a white lab coat, and her long black hair shimmered with a cool blue light.

Beneath her long eyelashes, her gaze was as faint as morning mist.

Ye Qingshuang sat there quietly, as if separated from the world by a transparent membrane amidst the rustling sound of her pen.

She actually arrived earlier.

But he just sat there in a daze, repeatedly thinking about Zhang Qingzhe.

She didn't know why either.

I was the one who initiated the breakup, but now I'm starting to regret it.

She initially started dating Zhang Qingzhe because she thought he was very handsome when school started and felt proud to have such a boyfriend.

The reason for breaking up was that Ye Qingshuang had matured and seen through the workings of society.

She felt that Zhang Qingzhe had no talent and would definitely not amount to much in the future, so she chose to break up peacefully.

But now, she has some regrets.

She couldn't understand what had happened to Zhang Qingzhe.

This boy previously had absolutely no interest in card-making.

Today, she actually managed to create an 8-cell battery with ease right in front of her.

Their relationship had only been strained for a few months. Could it be that he had taught himself card-making in such a short time?

This sudden display of talent exceeded Ye Qingshuang's expectations.

If that's the case, then we're not far from creating level 3 cards.

Once you can successfully produce LV3 cards, you can take the exam for the [Junior Card Maker] qualification certificate.

But I'm only a freshman!

The professional card-making course hasn't even started yet.

Ye Qingshuang could imagine what it would be like when she graduated from university.

Zhang Qingzhe has received systematic card-making training, so he may have already obtained the "Senior Card Maker" qualification certificate.

Once they enter the workforce, they will be high-income earners.

Moreover, with such talent, after accumulating a few more years of work experience, he will definitely be able to obtain the [Registered Card Maker] qualification.

By then, they will be truly high-level talents.

Ye Qingshuang's heart suddenly fluttered.

She hoped that Zhang Qingzhe would suddenly turn around and take the initiative to talk to her.

In that way, she could go with the flow and redeem herself from her previous recklessness.

Unfortunately, Zhang Qingzhe didn't even look in her direction.

He took out another blank card and began making size 8 batteries.

Ye Qingshuang just sat there.

Various thoughts were churning in my mind.

She hesitated for a long time before finally making up her mind to take the initiative to go over.

But at that moment, Zhang Qingzhe suddenly stood up.

He stretched his stiff body, clutched a stack of finished cards, and turned to leave.

Ye Qingshuang froze on the spot.

Only then did she realize that time had all slipped away.

While she was caught up in her anxieties, she had already wasted an entire afternoon.

Now, it's time for school to end.

As dusk began to fall—

The long street outside the university suddenly came to life.

The stoves at the food stalls lit up one after another, and the oil sizzled in the pans.

A sweet aroma mixed with the smell of stinky tofu, a complex blend of notes, drifted through the air.

Students poured out of the school gate in small groups, their laughter creating a warm and lively atmosphere.

The streetlights snapped on, casting long, thin shadows that twisted and swayed in the rising steam of the food.

Zhang Qingzhe opened his phone and glanced at his bank balance.

The numbers are still insufficient; there is never enough money.

He needs to go to the market to buy two portions of roast meat, and he also needs to set aside money for the card materials.

If possible, I should also buy a new pen.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly.

When will I get rich?

Not far behind him, at a snack stall, Ding Yongkai gave a wink to the five young men.

The five men nodded, gave an "OK" sign, and then lazily stood up.

They threw away their cigarette butts with great airs and then followed Zhang Qingzhe.

All five were dressed in hip-hop style clothing, with shiny earrings, and looked like members of an underground band.

They walked with a swaying gait, while the students beside them glanced at them with amusement.

The students, as if they had encountered something unclean, hurriedly scattered in all directions.

Zhang Qingzhe continued walking forward.

You can take a shortcut to the market by simply walking through the alley ahead.

Just then, he heard a jumble of footsteps behind him.

Zhang Qingzhe turned his head slightly and glanced at them casually, making eye contact with the five-person "band".

Zhang Qingzhe was already used to being watched.

But in the past, it was usually the bold female students who did this.

This was the first time I'd ever had my buttocks stared at like that by several burly men.

"Hey guys, I have something to tell you."

A young man who appeared to be the leader spoke up.

He had a somewhat sinister air about him, and his ten fingers were very thick and strong, making him look like a keyboard player.

Zhang Qingzhe understood.

Sure enough, trouble came knocking.

He breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound.

I thought this was for the best, to avoid any unforeseen complications.

Luckily it didn't rain today, so his sister didn't come to pick him up, otherwise it would have been another problem.

"Just say what's on your mind," Zhang Qingzhe replied calmly.

"People in the underworld all call me Brother Xiang, you can call me that too."

Upon hearing this name, Zhang Qingzhe's mind stirred.

A few fragments of memories suddenly surfaced in my mind—

It seems that the original owner was also extorted by this "Brother Xiang" several times during high school.

"Let's go, let's talk in the alley."

Xiang Ge reached out to put his arm around Zhang Qingzhe's shoulder, but Zhang Qingzhe skillfully turned aside to avoid it.

Xiang Ge frowned, thinking that this guy really didn't give him any face.

"I'll walk by myself."

Zhang Qingzhe remained calm and took the initiative to walk at the front.

A few thugs followed behind him, their imposing manner inexplicably diminished.

If a stranger saw this, they might mistake it for a manager leading a rock band to different shows.

"Okay, that's it!" the keyboardist shouted from behind.

Zhang Qingzhe glanced around and continued walking deeper into the alley:

"It's too close to the alley entrance; people can still see us. Let's walk a few more steps in."

"what?"

The thugs were all dumbfounded.

They wondered if this person had something wrong with their head.

This is the first time I've encountered such a "self-aware" fat sheep.

Ding Yongkai stood beside the food stall, watching Zhang Qingzhe being led into the alley, a smile playing on his lips.

Even the acne scars on his face seemed to glow:

"Good... This kid's been in the card-making room all afternoon, he probably has some new cards on him again. If he's lucky today, he might make two or three thousand."