Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 175 Without a father, is the witch a "parthenogenetic"?

Su Nianxi tilted her head and blinked her big eyes: "I'm your guest, so you should be hospitable. Does it matter how long I stay?"

"I've never seen such a shameless customer before," Zhang Lingyue said, taking off her coat.

In the end, all that was left was a close-fitting camisole and a pair of pure white stockings.

Her fair shoulders and arms were exposed, glowing softly in the twilight.

Once she returns home, she completely lets loose and loses all her virtuous image from the outside world.

Zhang Qingzhe glanced at his younger sister.

Seeing that there were no scars on her fair and delicate skin, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He bent down and picked up the dirty clothes that had been thrown on the ground, one by one.

Su Nianxi noticed Zhang Qingzhe's gaze as he looked at her sister, and a mischievous idea suddenly popped into her head.

She scrambled to her feet and, mimicking Zhang Lingyue's actions, stripped herself down to just her top and bottom.

However, she is the kind of person who likes to go bare-legged, so she didn't wear white stockings. Her smooth legs were exposed, and the lines of her calves were smooth and well-proportioned.

"Brother, you need to pack my clothes too."

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Su Nianxi gently kicked off the short skirt hanging on her ankle, and the skirt floated up like a dandelion, landing on Zhang Qingzhe's head.

Zhang Qingzhe grabbed it in his hand, feeling its slight warmth. After mixing it with his sister's clothes, he carried it to the washing machine on the balcony.

"That brat really doesn't hold back when she's ordering people around," Zhang Qingzhe grumbled to himself.

Zhang Lingyue was immediately displeased when she saw this.

She glanced at Su Nianxi and suddenly felt a sense of unease. She felt that half of her brother's affection for her was about to be taken away by this philandering best friend.

But Su Nianxi was completely oblivious to it.

She was secretly watching Zhang Qingzhe's back, her eyes sparkling with dreamy light.

"Having an older brother is wonderful—not only can he protect me outside, but he can also take care of me at home," Su Nianxi exclaimed.

Zhang Lingyue glared at her and emphasized, "That's my brother."

Su Nianxi chuckled softly, gently hugging Zhang Lingyue's arm: "What's wrong? Are you jealous?"

Zhang Lingyue snorted and turned her face away.

Su Nianxi continued to smile and leaned close to her ear: "But, there's nothing we can do about it, right? Who told you to be the younger sister? Your relationship had already reached its peak when you were born."

Zhang Lingyue opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Su Nianxi laughed even harder: "Anyway, you'll have to accept the reality of having another sister-in-law sooner or later. So why don't I be your sister-in-law? That way we can still live happily as a trio; otherwise, it'll be four of us!"

"What do you mean by that? If my brother doesn't marry you, are you planning to stay at my house all the time?"

"That's right! If he doesn't marry me, I'll become his mistress. I'll wear your sister-in-law's pajamas and seduce him again."

Zhang Lingyue rolled her eyes speechlessly, feeling that her best friend's skin was getting thicker and thicker.

If this continues, even fireballs might not be able to penetrate it.

"You're so shameless."

"Sigh! You're too young, you don't know how cruel love can be."

Zhang Lingyue frowned helplessly.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Su Nianxi asked with a smile.

Zhang Lingyue, her eyelids drooping, said, "Speaking of which, we share the same birthday, right? Don't act like you're the older sister."

Su Nianxi shrugged: "What does it matter? When I marry your brother, you'll still have to call me sister-in-law."

The two girls chattered and laughed in the living room.

The sound varied in volume, sometimes loud, sometimes noisy, sometimes chuckling.

Zhang Qingzhe couldn't hear what they were talking about.

He sorted the clothes and noticed some unusual marks, so he first applied foam to them with his hands.

Then, he called out to the living room, "You two, go take a shower together. I'll make dinner for you later."

"Oh! Brother is the best!" Su Nianxi said first.

Then, the two girls chatted and laughed as they went into the bathroom.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Lingyue took off her clothes in the bathroom and threw her underwear and socks into the laundry basket outside the door.

"Brother, my underwear—wash it for me too."

"How old are you?" Zhang Qingzhe asked, somewhat helplessly.

Although witches are generally young at heart, they are actually young girls at heart!

Helping an 18-year-old girl wash her underwear was something Zhang Qingzhe found a little difficult to adapt to.

Zhang Lingyue turned around smugly and proudly raised her chin at Su Nianxi.

That expression seemed to be a declaration of the younger sister's privileges.

Su Nianxi frowned, then gritted her teeth and stripped completely naked.

She also threw her underwear into the laundry basket.

"Brother, help me wash up too."

Zhang Qingzhe was taken aback.

Washing my sister's underwear is a bit of an exaggeration, but it's still acceptable.

Washing underwear for a girl the same age as her sister—and it was still warm underwear that she had just taken off—that's a bit shocking, isn't it?

Doesn't a witch have any common sense in her head?

"Wait a minute, Su Nianxi, I meant—that..."

Zhang Qingzhe was about to say something when he saw Su Nianxi's face turn red.

With a "bang," the bathroom door slammed shut.

It seems that this audacious little girl does know a little bit of shyness.

Zhang Qingzhe was quite helpless and could only pick up their underwear.

The younger sister's style is more modest, mostly cute student underwear.

A small white cotton triangle with a pink bow.

Su Nianxi, this wild girl, is a bit precocious.

She was wearing black lace lingerie, with semi-transparent cutouts in some places.

Zhang Qingzhe pinched the thin lace edge, a little worried that he might accidentally puncture it.

However, both girls' underwear was clean.

After all, they were all girls who had never been intimate, and they wouldn't have the stains that are unique to mature women.

Zhang Qingzhe only needs to gently rub it by hand a few times before putting it in the underwear drum of the washing machine.

However, considering that Su Nianxi is such a young girl who likes to act mature at such a young age, she insisted on buying this kind of lace-trimmed underwear.

Then he would have to do an extra step: borrow a special lingerie washing bag from his mother.

Zhang Qingzhe sneered inwardly, "See? You chose what you thought were pretty mature lingerie, so you have to wash it with old women's."

However, Zhang Qingzhe only thought about it in his mind; he dared not actually say it out loud.

If word got back to his witch mother, he knew he was in deep trouble.

The washing machine has finished its last rotation.

Zhang Qingzhe opened the cabin door and took out the warm underwear.

Su Nianxi's black lace outfit smelled of sunshine, and the lace fabric was as fluffy as cotton candy.

He deliberately dried her for a little longer. The girl took off her clothes very quickly, probably without even thinking about changing or washing them.

The aroma of rice was already wafting from the kitchen.

Zhang Qingzhe tied on his apron and began preparing the rest of the meat and vegetables.

There's a box of chicken wings and half a bottle of Coca-Cola in the fridge, enough to make a plate of Coca-Cola chicken wings.

Stir-fry two more green vegetables and make an egg drop soup.

That should be enough to feed the two girls.

The sound of spatula flipping the pot soon rang out, and laughter and chatter continued to come from the bathroom.

These two little girls can't even stay still while taking a bath.

As the last dish was served, the bathroom door opened at the same time.

White water vapor billowed out, like advection fog rolling on the mountaintop.

Two girls, wrapped in bath towels, walked out laughing and joking.

Her long, wet hair hung down, and the bath towel was loosely wrapped around her, revealing her pretty, rosy collarbones.

Su Nianxi's big eyes were still moist with tears.

"It smells so good!"

She sniffed and a sunny smile bloomed on her face.

"Brother! You're so amazing!" She blinked her big eyes and wanted to pounce on him.

Zhang Qingzhe dodged for a moment, then glanced at the pair of small buds trembling under the bathrobe.

Then, he pointed to the sofa: "Your clothes are dry, put them on first."

"oh!"

Su Nianxi skipped over, grabbed her underwear and touched it; it was warm and smelled of sunshine.

After Su Nianxi changed her clothes, she ran over and hugged her arm, and together they sat down at the dining table.

She looked at the table full of food, then at Zhang Lingyue who was pouting, and sighed, "Lingyue, have you always enjoyed this kind of life? It's so wonderful, it's like you have a father!"

The words fell.

The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Zhang Lingyue paused, her hand holding the chopsticks still.

She lowered her eyelashes, and her expression remained unchanged on her fair face.

But something seemed to flash through those beautiful big eyes—too fast, too fast for anyone to catch—and she didn't say anything.

He simply picked up a piece of cola chicken wing and stuffed it directly into Su Nianxi's mouth.

"Just eat your food and stop talking about irrelevant things."

Su Nianxi bit into a chicken wing and blinked her big eyes.

She seemed to suddenly realize that she had said the wrong thing.

So, surprisingly, this chattering little girl didn't argue back on this matter.

She obediently started gnawing on the chicken wing, her long eyelashes drooping down, concealing her somewhat bewildered gaze.

At the dining table, only the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks remained.

Zhang Qingzhe picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks and glanced between the two of them.

He suddenly remembered something.

In the memories he inherited, there seemed to be no "father" figure in this family.

There were no photos, no items, not even any trace of a man.

Zhang Qingzhe secretly glanced at Su Nianxi again.

Judging from the little girl's words and actions just now.

She doesn't seem to have a father either.

Zhang Qingzhe gasped.

No way?

Neither of these two families has a father.

So how exactly do their mothers reproduce?

Witches are becoming increasingly strange creatures.

Could it be the legendary "parthenogenesis"?

Can witches really be considered human?

Suddenly, a dual problem involving both biology and philosophy popped into Zhang Qingzhe's mind.

Although he was full of curiosity, he still didn't dare to ask it here.

Because in the world of witches, this might be common sense, or it might be a taboo topic—if he were to ask rashly, the two little witches might become suspicious.

never mind!

Let's find out about this later.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with me.

After dinner, Su Nianxi suddenly raised her little hand, "I'll clean up the kitchen!"

She rolled up her non-existent sleeves, adopting a spirited demeanor, as if she wanted to demonstrate the power of a virtuous wife!

Zhang Lingyue glanced at her.

She spent a lot of time with Su Nianxi.

When she saw her best friend sticking her butt out, she knew she wanted to be bent over like that.

Zhang Lingyue guessed that Su Nianxi was trying to seduce her brother in the kitchen.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to wash the dishes, she put on a thin little apron and deliberately rubbed against her brother, just like in the educational videos on his computer.

You little bitch, dream on!

Zhang Lingyue gritted her teeth in resentment, "I'll help too, the two of us can get it done faster."

She paused, then turned to Zhang Qingzhe: "Brother, why don't you take a hot bath while we're at it?"

Upon hearing this, Su Nianxi's face immediately fell.

Zhang Qingzhe nodded.

She was thinking to herself that the two little girls were quite sensible and knew to share the housework.

But little did he know!

These two little girls have already taken over.

Su Nianxi was desperately trying to break through, but her younger sister was fighting tooth and nail to defend her.

As soon as Zhang Qingzhe turned his head, the two elbowed each other.

Zhang Qingzhe walked into the bathroom.

The hot water rinsed away all my fatigue.

After he finished washing up and changed into clean clothes, he came out.

Hearing the soft, melodious voices coming from the living room, the two girls were still elbowing each other.

Zhang Qingzhe shook his head and went back to his bedroom first.

He sat down at his desk and began flipping through the documents.

Although he successfully advanced to the rank of [Official Card Master], he also demonstrated considerable combat prowess, managing to rescue both of his "younger sisters" unharmed.

But there was too much luck involved in this process, and there were many imperfections, plus the black-clad leader escaped.

There are also details in battle, such as the timing of shield usage, card combinations, and the assessment of enemy abilities.

There is room for improvement in every aspect.

Therefore, Zhang Qingzhe was not happy at all.

On the contrary, every time I recall what happened that day, I feel a little scared.

Almost there.

It really was just a tiny bit off.

If my luck were any worse, if the enemy had an even stronger trump card—

Then, little sister and Nianxi, they will have to—

He dared not think any further.

Therefore, we must identify and address our shortcomings and continue to improve our capabilities.

Only in this way can he protect those he cherishes.

Zhang Qingzhe was flipping through documents when he suddenly heard the bedroom door being gently pushed open.

He turned his head away.

Su Nianxi poked half her head in, her chestnut-colored long hair slipping down her shoulder and swaying in the humid air.

She blinked her big, moist eyes and saw Zhang Qingzhe staring at her, a sweet smile blooming on her face.

Then, she glanced behind her like a thief, then bent down and sneaked in.

The whole process was like Ximen Qing climbing through a window to find Pan Jinlian having an affair.

She was holding a fruit plate filled with sliced ​​apples.

Zhang Qingzhe was stunned for a moment.

This little girl is quite sensible.

She is at least more caring than a sister who only knows how to boss her brother around.