Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 179 Su Nianxi's mother came to block the door.

"Well!--

Looking at that innocent little face, Zhang Qingzhe was speechless.

This little girl is practically a succubus with the face of a saint, but a head full of nonsense.

Zhang Qingzhe took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

The sunlight outside the window is getting dimmer; it seems like it's going to rain again.

Su Nianxi lay on Zhang Qingzhe's chest, her two legs wrapped in white stockings rubbing against him restlessly, her face full of innocent yet alluring charm.

"Brother, why aren't you saying anything?"

"I'm contemplating life."

"What is there to contemplate about life?"

"Consider: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?"

Su Nianxi chuckled, like a kitten caught stealing cream. "Brother, you haven't even started bullying me yet! Have you already entered a state of sagehood?"

Su Nianxi wanted to continue teasing and laughing, her whole body shaking with laughter.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Nianxi? Where are you?"

It was Zhang Lingyue's voice.

She seemed to have just woken up, pushing open the doors around her as she searched one by one.

Upon hearing this, Su Nianxi froze as if struck by lightning.

She looked at Zhang Qingzhe pitifully, her eyes filled with "help."

Zhang Qingzhe shrugged, indicating that he couldn't do anything about it.

Su Nianxi pouted and slipped into his blanket, her soft body nestled between his legs.

The bedroom door was pushed open.

Zhang Lingyue poked her small head in, her short to medium-length hair hanging down softly, the ends of which were a little messy.

She looked around the room sleepily and saw her brother leaning against the headboard. She asked, "Brother, have you seen Nianxi?"

I can't find her anywhere.

Zhang Qingzhe gently shook his head, "I didn't see it."

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"That's strange—"

Just as Zhang Lingyue was about to turn her head away, her gaze suddenly fixed on the edge of the bed.

There was an extra pair of slippers under the bed.

They were made of crystal, small and exquisite, with a few water stains on them—the very same pair Su Nianxi was wearing.

Zhang Lingyue's pupils suddenly dilated, and her irises shone with a dazzling light.

That's a strange phenomenon that only occurs when a witch is emotionally agitated and her magic energy is disrupted.

When Zhang Qingzhe saw this, his heart skipped a beat.

He knew he was doomed; his sister, as expected, would transform into a "master detective" whenever she was "catching someone cheating."

Sure enough, the next second, Zhang Lingyue strode over and ripped off Zhang Qingzhe's thin blanket.

Then she saw it—

That shameless Su Nianxi actually curled up between her brother's legs.

"What are you two doing?!" Zhang Lingyue shouted.

Su Nianxi felt a chill run down her spine, but she still managed an awkward smile, a smile that looked more like a grimace: "If I said—we didn't do anything, would you believe me?"

"Then why did you climb into your brother's bed?!"

"I—I got lost when I went to the toilet."

"Then why are you still wearing my stockings?!"

"Uh—hehe" 7

Su Nianxi laughed awkwardly, her two legs, wrapped in white stockings, unconsciously hiding behind her round buttocks.

Zhang Lingyue was so angry with her that she almost fainted.

She took a deep breath, grabbed Su Nianxi by the collar, lifted her off the bed, and dragged her into the living room.

"You climbed into my brother's bed in the middle of the night, don't you have any shame?" Zhang Lingyue scolded, hands on her hips.

Su Nianxi stretched out a finger and gently poked her cheek, feeling that her skin wasn't damaged at all: "I just thought—it was bound to happen sooner or later. I might as well do it now, lest something unforeseen happens."

Zhang Lingyue propped her hand on her forehead and shook her head helplessly. "What are you thinking about? Aren't you afraid my brother will be irresponsible?"

Su Nianxi laughed, "Hehe, no way. I'm good at judging people. If he were really the kind of scumbag who would deny everything after he'd done his job, I wouldn't have slept with him."

"I'm speechless—how could I have a friend like you?" Zhang Lingyue kept shaking her head.

However, at this very moment—

Suddenly, a popping sound came from the phone.

"What on earth happened?! Su Nianxi, did you sleep with a man? And did you take the initiative?"

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The two girls suddenly froze and looked at the source of the sound.

Zhang Lingyue then remembered that the reason she came out to find Su Nianxi was because her phone suddenly rang.

After Zhang Lingyue answered the call, she didn't have time to turn it off.

Su Nianxi frowned and asked, "Who called?"

Zhang Lingyue averted her gaze somewhat, and said in a low voice, "It's your mother."

"Ah—! Zhang Lingyue, you're going to kill me!" Su Nianxi screamed, feeling like the sky was about to fall.

Zhang Lingyue was also very agitated, "How can you blame me? It's all your fault, you lecherous woman, for insisting on climbing into my brother's bed!"

The sound from the phone is clearer.

First came the sound of heavy, labored breathing from the receiver, followed by a roar: "Su Nianxi, you wait there! I'm on my way!"

Su Nianxi covered her head, curled up on the sofa, and cried out, "What do we do now? My mom's coming to kill me—"

Zhang Lingyue was also at a loss. "How should I know what to do? I've never been to a man's bed before."

The two girls were like ants on a hot plate, pacing anxiously around the living room.

Zhang Qingzhe, inside the bedroom, was completely unaware of what was happening outside.

He lay back down on the bed, ready to take a nap.

The sunlight outside the window has disappeared, replaced by a refreshing drizzle.

Raindrops gently tapped on the glass, making a soft and tranquil sound.

Ah!

This kind of weather is perfect for sleeping in late in the morning.

Zhang Qingzhe turned over, a slight smile on his lips, and quickly drifted back to sleep.

But Zhang Qingzhe wasn't asleep yet.

My consciousness was floating on the edge of a dream when suddenly the door was pushed open with a bang.

The two girls rushed in together, pounced on the bed from both sides, and sandwiched him between them.

"Brother, brother—!"

"Something terrible has happened—!"

The two of them, like stereo speakers, chattered away at an extremely fast pace, explaining the situation.

Zhang Qingzhe felt a buzzing in his ears, unable to hear anything clearly, and his head was throbbing from the noise.

He reached out and covered the mouths of the two girls, one in each hand.

"Stop! One at a time."

The two girls nodded gently.

Su Nianxi spoke first: "Brother, something terrible is about to happen!"

"Hmm? What's the big deal?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.

Zhang Lingyue interjected from the other side, "Nianxi's mother is coming!"

"What's she doing here?" Zhang Qingzhe asked, somewhat puzzled.

Su Nianxi said anxiously, "Oh dear, it's all Zhang Lingyue's fault! She kept the phone on while we were talking. Mom already knows about what happened between us!"

Zhang Qingzhe shook his head. "Nothing happened between us, right?"

Su Nianxi was stunned for a moment.

She gently placed her hands on her lower abdomen and rubbed it a few times, as if she were pregnant.

Then, she whispered, "I can't say that nothing happened at all, can I? I slept with you."

Zhang Qingzhe gently shook his head, "This is just sleeping together in a physical sense, it doesn't have any impact at all."

"You can't say that—" Su Nianxi pouted, seemingly very dissatisfied with her brother's ruthlessness. "Anyway, I've already slept with you, so I can't find another boyfriend."

"Why not?"

"Of course not! If I marry someone else in the future, and on our wedding night they ask me if this is the first time I've ever been intimate with a man?"

I'm an honest girl, so of course I can only say this isn't my first time. I've been intimate with my best friend's brother before, but he turned his back on me afterward, so I had no choice but to let you, the honest guy, take the fall.

"Alright, alright, stop talking." Zhang Qingzhe interrupted her, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "It's giving me a headache. By the way, what's your mother's rank?"

"She's probably at the pinnacle of the 'Great Witch,' almost reaching the 'Rank of the Noble' level."

"Um!?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingzhe's mind immediately cleared.

No wonder the two little girls were so flustered!

The peak of the "Great Witch" is even higher than Xia Qiwei; this is no joke.

If she were to lash out, the entire neighborhood would be blown to smithereens.

"Wait a minute! Nianxi, calm down. Explain things to your mother properly when she arrives," Zhang Qingzhe said.

Zhang Lingyue calmed down and nodded gently, saying, "That's right! At worst, we can go to the hospital for a checkup to prove that my brother didn't do anything and clear his name!"

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Su Nianxi frowned her pretty brows and glared at her sarcastic best friend.

"What do you mean by that? What do you mean by 'clearing your brother's name'? In this situation, shouldn't my innocence be considered first?"

Zhang Lingyue pouted and glanced at her best friend: "You lecherous woman who actively climbed into bed, do you still care about your innocence?"

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"you--!"

Su Nianxi's face turned red with anger, and she pounced on Zhang Lingyue to tickle her.

The two girls rolled around on the bed again.

However, Zhang Qingzhe didn't pay much attention to it.

He felt that he was upright and had nothing to fear, and continued his morning activities as usual.

He quickly washed up, then walked into the kitchen with an electric toothbrush in his mouth to prepare breakfast for his sister.

But the two girls were still uneasy and kept pacing back and forth in the living room.

When Zhang Qingzhe finished making the ham and omelet and brought it to the table, he saw two people performing a folk dance.

Zhang Qingzhe frowned and said, "You two change your clothes first. Especially Su Nianxi, even if nothing's wrong, your mother will think something's wrong if you're dressed like this."

Su Nianxi looked down at herself.

She was still wearing Zhang Lingyue's clothes—

A silk camisole nightgown with a bow-tie panty.

The part of her body with the most fabric was actually her pair of white stockings.

Zhang Lingyue stood beside her, hands tucked in her pockets, half-closing her eyes as she sized her up.

Now that the two are dressed exactly the same, and their faces and figures are extremely similar, if they also grew their hair to the same length, they would really look like twins.

Just then—

There was a rapid knocking at the door.

Su Nianxi became even more anxious and immediately tried to take off her pajamas.

Zhang Lingyue quickly stopped her: "Don't take your clothes off here! My brother is still here!"

Zhang Qingzhe could only shake his head helplessly.

These witches, though each one is a genius in magic, are really terrible at taking care of themselves.

Zhang Qingzhe pointed to the balcony: "Yesterday's clothes should be dry by now, go change quickly."

The two girls hurriedly ran to change into their high school uniforms.

At the same time, the knocking became more urgent, almost like the beating of drums.

A neighbor poked their head out and asked, somewhat annoyed, "What's all the noise about so early in the morning?"

But he only said one sentence before he was glared at and obediently shrank back into the house.

After finishing tidying up, Su Nianxi walked towards the door with some fear.

As if to bolster her courage, she held onto Zhang Lingyue's hand tightly.

After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly opened the door.

Zhang Qingzhe remained calm.

He was still busy at the dining table when he slowly raised his head.

Then he suddenly understood why his neighbor had been so terrified when three menacing witches were standing outside his door.

This combat power is indeed quite frightening.

The three witches stood in an inverted triangular formation, with the two in front blocking the door and the one behind hidden in the shadows.

Zhang Qingzhe quickly assessed the situation and concluded:

The two in front must be subordinates, and the one behind is Su Nianxi's mother.

Judging from this situation, Su Nianxi's family background is even better than she usually reveals.

Her "Great Witch" mother not only possessed considerable wealth but also held a high social status.

The two witches standing in front were initially quite aggressive.

It's like finding out that your niece was tricked into bed by a bad man at school, so you come to the hotel and block the door.

But when they saw Zhang Qingzhe, they were both stunned.

At this moment, Zhang Qingzhe realized that he had seen both of these women before.

The shorter one with a lively face is named Liu Wanrou.

The taller one, with a somewhat wooden expression, is Mona.

They are all members of the Witches' Sisterhood and also run a gas company in Green Island City, using this as a cover for their dangerous operations.

The three people quickly exchanged glances, and then, without hesitation, did not acknowledge each other.

However, Liu Wanrou's quick eyes were already secretly scanning behind her.

Mona also frowned and stared at Zhang Qingzhe, her eyes seeming to convey a warning:

You brat, you're finished today. How dare you sleep with our boss's daughter! Prepare to have your little thing chopped off and be forcibly transformed into a half-witch!

Liu Wanrou and Mona separated to the sides.

Finally, the big boss behind the scenes was revealed.

This is Su Nianxi's mother—

She is the vice president of the Green Island City Witch Sisters Association and also serves as the president of the Green Island City Gas Company.

She is only one step away from reaching the rank of "Grand Witch of the Palace".

Based on Su Nianxi's age, she should be around forty years old.

However, due to the characteristics of the "Great Witch", she looks very young, even younger than Liu Wanrou and Mona, who are of lower rank.

But she knows how to dress herself well, intentionally leaning towards a more mature image.

Her long, wavy hair was loosely draped over her shoulders.

She wore oval-shaped brown sunglasses, which covered half of her pretty oval face.

She wore expensive magic earrings that refracted tiny sparkles under the corridor lights.

Her face was adorned with light, business-like makeup—neither overly heavy nor lacking in sophistication.

The clothes were all from understated luxury niche brands—a well-tailored dark gray suit jacket over a high-quality white shirt.

Her lower body was a matching short skirt that hugged her round, perky buttocks.

The flesh-colored stockings shimmered faintly in the light, making her legs appear long and straight.

She was wearing a pair of white high heels, which made a crisp sound as they stepped on the ground.

She exudes an aura that keeps people at a distance.