Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 64 The Little Rich Woman's 2

However, Miss Gu's subsequent reaction immediately made him realize his shallowness.

"Is 20,000 enough? I'll give you 200,000."

Gu Xintong spoke lightly, as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

Zhang Qingzhe's eyelids twitched: "I might... not be able to pay back in the short term."

"It's okay, feel free to use it."

"Thank you!"

"I should be the one saying thank you. I never imagined the future would be so terrifying..." Gu Xintong smiled slightly, then asked, "By the way, did you see anything else about me in the illusion?"

Zhang Qingzhe looked up and began to recall earnestly.

The sun was rising higher, casting dappled light through the tree canopy.

The light fell on Zhang Qingzhe's face, flickering and highlighting his clear and clean facial features.

Gu Xintong gazed at him quietly, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips.

At this moment, this dreamy girl felt more and more that this face was not only handsome, but also exuded a reassuring sense of reliability.

"I remember now—you might transform into a [half-witch] in the future."

"Huh? But I don't really like 'witches'... Ah!" Gu Xintong covered her mouth, explaining somewhat awkwardly, "I wasn't talking about your sister!"

"It's okay, maybe you just don't like it now, but you'll change your mind later."

"Uh! Is that so..." Gu Xintong nodded with some doubt.

Zhang Qingzhe suddenly remembered something and pulled a card out of his card pack.

"Here's a [Swift Foot] card for you. I saw your swordsmanship yesterday and it was quite good. This movement-type card will definitely come in handy."

Gu Xintong took the card and gave Zhang Qingzhe a deep look.

She grew up in luxury and received countless gifts.

If we're only talking about the value of the gift, this card isn't much at all.

But at this moment, she felt a subtle flutter in her heart.

After chatting for a few more minutes about everyday matters, Gu Xintong returned to the [Structural School].

A moment later, Zhang Qingzhe's phone vibrated slightly.

A transfer notification popped up on the screen: "[200000 yuan has been received]".

Looking at the long string of zeros, he suddenly had an epiphany:

In this world, what's more addictive than opening blind boxes is probably living off a woman.

—Especially being a kept man by a rich woman, it's really hard to quit.

He walked back to Shen Nanzhi's side and offered her his phone.

"Senior, let's exchange contact information."

Shen Nanzhi had just been racking her brains about how to naturally get her junior's number, but she never expected her wish to come true so suddenly.

After exchanging contact information, Zhang Qingzhe earnestly added one more instruction:

"Senior, please call me as soon as the [Premium Blind Box] is released."

Shen Nanzhi frowned slightly.

Although she didn't hear the entire conversation between the two, the few words that drifted by on the wind—"two hundred thousand" and "borrow money"—were enough for her to deduce the general idea.

So the junior borrowed money to buy blind boxes!

She sighed inwardly.

Why doesn't this junior study hard?

Wouldn't that just make him like those gigolos in movies who beg for money to gamble on horse races?

but!

It's great to be rich; you can "support" a junior student.

If only I were a rich woman, I could keep him by my side forever.

Shen Nanzhi was lost in her fantasies.

Zhang Qingzhe put away his phone and suddenly asked, "Senior, do you know Professor Kang Ping?"

Shen Nanzhi was somewhat surprised, but still nodded gently: "Of course I know him, he's so famous at school."

"Is it because of his playboy reputation?" Zhang Qingzhe asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Shen Nanzhi paused for a moment, then nodded again.

She actually disliked Kang Ping a lot too.

That guy always acted superior to girls.

He acted as if he were the king of the campus, and every girl had to please him.

She's clearly not as good-looking as her junior, yet she's still so narcissistic.

"Does he often go to blind box card stores?" Zhang Qingzhe asked again.

"Yes, he's a VIP customer there."

"Um...could you please keep an eye on his movements for me, senior?"

"Huh? Why are you paying attention to him?"

"I have some personal matters to attend to." Zhang Qingzhe paused, "Also, I hope you can keep this a secret for me, senior."

"Okay!" Shen Nanzhi replied cheerfully.

The fact that she could actually help her junior schoolmate brought her a small sense of pleasure.

The morning light shone through the classroom window, illuminating a corner against the wall.

As the school bell rang, Zhang Qingzhe sat down in the window seat.

This lesson is a drawing class, and the content is the drawing of a magic circle.

The lecturer was a middle-aged professor with a receding hairline.

Holding a heavy wooden triangle in his hand, his voice was like that of a cicada wilting in the summer afternoon sun.

He spoke entirely of dry theory, the content of which was somewhat like analytic geometry, making the audience drowsy.

During the break between classes, Wang Dong immediately came over.

"Bro, there's also the [battery card]. The demand is really high lately. I've even opened up the market for older students."

Zhang Qingzhe reached for the card pack.

"Swish, swish, swish—" A sound like an ATM dispensing banknotes rang out, and a large stack of cards flew out.

Wang Dong stood opposite him, staring blankly.

"Dude, this card pack is really useful!"

"Yes! It costs over a million, how could it not be useful?"

"Ugh! How envious! Professor Xia, when will you give me one?"

"Then good luck!" Zhang Qingzhe placed the card in front of Wang Dong.

As Wang Dong counted the cards, he asked with a gossipy air:

"How far have things progressed between you and Gu Xintong?"

Zhang Qingzhe flipped through "Card Making Science" and answered casually:

"Didn't I already say that? We're just ordinary friends."

"Just friends? Then why do you see each other every day?"

"It doesn't happen every day!"

"By the way, did you say her family is very rich?"

"Oh! That's really quite wealthy, much wealthier than I imagined."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I was just thinking of borrowing 20,000 yuan from her—"

Wang Dong's eyes widened. "You still say you're just ordinary friends? Would ordinary friends lend that much money?"

"That's not the point. Listen to me..."

"Alright! Then continue..."

"The key point is that she casually transferred 200,000 yuan to me."

"What?!" Wang Dong's pupils dilated instantly.

Wang Dong's family has gone so far as to sell their house and car to support him.

Gu Xintong has a staggering 200,000 yuan in pocket money.

The class divide between the two was visibly insurmountable.

Wang Dong sighed and suddenly felt that he should really thank his brother.

Because Zhang Qingzhe made him suddenly realize the truth and wake him up from his daydream as soon as possible.

If he keeps pursuing Gu Xintong, then he'll be like a monkey trying to catch the moon's reflection.