Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 22 [Magic Circuit], Practical Test

Over the next few days, the selected individuals underwent various intensive training sessions according to Xia Qiwei's plan.

Several more were eliminated during the process, leaving only five people in the end.

In fact, Zhang Qingzhe had always wanted to find an opportunity to secretly leave the team.

But Xia Qiwei seemed to be watching him all the time, which made him a little uneasy.

He was terrified that if he deliberately fell behind, this "Great Witch" would keep him behind and subject him to some unspeakable secret tutoring.

Today was another training session, focusing on physical conditioning.

Upon hearing the arrangement, Wang Dong smiled smugly.

He has been practicing long-distance running during this period and considers himself to have the best physical fitness.

Even with Zhou Keming, who is currently the most popular choice, Wang Dong is confident that he can outperform him, given his scholarly-looking glasses.

He couldn't help but chuckle and nudged Zhang Qingzhe next to him with his elbow.

"Brother, I may not be as good as you in other aspects, but when it comes to physical fitness..." His words were full of confidence.

Zhang Qingzhe didn't care at all.

He was still thinking about making the cards when he subconsciously threw a few punches to the side.

Snapped!Snapped!

Several crisp popping sounds rang out, the sound of air being rapidly torn apart.

The other three instinctively turned their heads to look, their faces showing surprise at the same time.

Zhang Qingzhe then came to his senses, glanced at Wang Dong beside him, and asked somewhat puzzledly:

"I was spacing out just now. Did you say something?"

"Oh! No, nothing," Wang Dong stammered. "My brother, when did you start boxing?"

"I haven't really practiced it properly, I just play around with it," Zhang Qingzhe replied casually.

"How could someone play around like this?! You must have practiced with someone, right?"

"Oh, I practiced with my sister."

Zhang Qingzhe has now found the trick—

Anything that he couldn't explain himself, he could just blame on his younger sister.

He discovered that the vast majority of people did not have a clear concept of "witch".

In the eyes of ordinary people, witches are almost omnipotent.

None of them seemed to realize that the "witch" also had many flaws and often needed the care of ordinary people.

If we compare her to her previous life, then the "Witch" was the kind of genius who was extremely unbalanced in her studies.

They are invincible in their areas of expertise, but are an "idiot" in everyday life.

"I see... Sigh, I'm so envious of you having a witch sister."

Wang Dong's tone of voice changed, as if he was about to cry at any moment.

Xia Qiwei's outfit today is different from her usual attire.

She had actually changed out of her office suit and into a simple white dress.

The soft faux fabric accentuates elegant curves.

Compared to her usual capable demeanor, she exudes a more intellectual beauty.

Of course, the oppressive aura belonging to the "Great Witch" did not fade away as a result.

Her body was still adorned with various amulets—

Thin metal sheets etched with runes, fine strings wrapped with minerals, and knots woven from colorful silk threads.

The amulet gently bumped against each other with her movements, making a soft tinkling sound.

The students in the class all looked on curiously.

Only Zhang Qingzhe remained calm, because he had long been used to seeing his sister wearing a set of mysterious protective charms.

Xia Qiwei crossed her arms over her ample chest, a hint of surprise flashing in her purple eyes.

The reason she paid so much attention to Zhang Qingzhe was not only because he was indeed quite handsome, but also because she always felt that he was somewhat different from others.

She guessed that Zhang Qingzhe's adaptability to [magical loops] was much higher than that of ordinary people, even surpassing that of some [witches].

Judging from his punch just now, the explosiveness and coordination of that instant were as if he had hundreds of loops.

Xia Qiwei cleared her throat and began to speak:

"If nothing unexpected happens, the five of you will make it to the end. I won't care whose apprentice you become. I just hope you can bring honor to my class and not let the other classes outdo you."

Afterwards, Xia Qiwei led five people to a laboratory classroom.

This laboratory is very spacious, enough to fit about three basketball courts.

There were already quite a few people inside, all from other classes in the "Energy Shaping School".

At Green Island University, resources for each school of thought are allocated based on merit.

Some large schools of thought, such as the structuralist school and the plastic energy school, have their own exclusive experimental facilities.

Those poor, smaller schools of thought had no choice but to share one with several others.

Therefore, the competition between schools of thought is far more intense than the competition between departments that Zhang Qingzhe witnessed in his previous life.

This competitiveness can even be carried into various industries in society by graduates.

Therefore, mutual attacks between schools of thought are quite common in society.

However, the government did not stop it; in fact, some even welcomed it.

Because of the competition among various schools of thought, a vast amount of academic achievements have emerged.

Although it may bring problems such as monopolies, this kind of competition is generally more beneficial than harmful.

This is infinitely better than the gender competition, racial competition, and ideological competition on the other side of the Pacific.

"Today's 'physical training' was very simple."

Xia Qiwei smiled knowingly. "It's about continuously injecting magic energy into the training [Fireball Cards]. Today is the first training session, so I won't ask too much of you. Each of you should complete ten cards first."

Zhang Qingzhe was the first to step forward, picked up a card, and examined it carefully.

As a card maker, he has a strong interest in all types of cards.

The training [Fireball Card] in my hand is the lowest level Lv1, with its lethality removed.

It can only be injected with magic essence, not emitted.

This is actually a way to test the [Card Master's] endurance in real combat.

After all, the number of [Magic Circuits] does not fully represent the true strength of a [Card Master].

In actual combat, a person may have many loopholes, but lack sustainability.

If such a person were to go to the battlefield, he would undoubtedly be a destabilizing factor, potentially causing his comrades to be wiped out at any time.

Wang Dong was stunned for a moment. "Oh my god, I thought it was a physical fitness test like running."

Zhou Keming pushed up his glasses and said with disdain:

"We're Card Masters, why would we be testing brute force?"

Wang Dong scratched his head vigorously: "That makes sense... but ten is too many, isn't it?"

He has just completed the second [Magic Circuit] transplant, and has finally stabilized the number at ten.

However, he hasn't fully adapted to the newly transplanted circuit yet, and he's a little worried about whether he can charge it ten times in a row.

But what surprised him even more was that Xia Qiwei glanced at her watch, and a mischievous smile appeared on her pretty face:

"You have half an hour. The one who fails will have to run 10,000 meters on the track as punishment."