Wang Haoran scrolled through the system mall, and it didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for.

“24-hour Stock Market Prediction Ability - Costs 5000 Villain Points.”

As suggested by its name, this skill allows the user to predict the fluctuations of the stock market over the next 24 hours. It reveals which stocks will rise or fall, and by how much, in advance.

Currently, Wang Haoran has accumulated a substantial amount of Villain Points, totaling 22,000. He promptly spends 5000 Villain Points to acquire the 24-hour Stock Market Prediction Ability. With just a thought, the stock market trends for the next 24 hours appear in his mind.

With this skill, even a financial whiz like Liu Yue wouldn’t be able to compete with Wang Haoran in stock trading. Liu Yue relies on her professional expertise to analyze data, which, although effective, isn’t foolproof. In contrast, Wang Haoran receives precise predictions, ensuring a 100% success rate.

With his new ability activated, Wang Haoran casually glanced at Lin Chen. Lin Chen also possesses a stock trading talent, almost on par with Liu Yue’s analytical skills, but it pales compared to Wang Haoran’s predictive capability. Lin Chen tends to flaunt himself, especially after making money from stocks, which will undoubtedly surprise the students.

Wang Haoran couldn’t prevent Lin Chen’s smirk during his self-introduction earlier, but he could definitely stop him from boasting about his stock market successes.

While Liu Yue allowed students to discuss among themselves, Mu Zhaozhao and Wen Jing chatted nearby. Spotting them, Wang Haoran walked over to Lin Chen.

“Lin Chen, my little friend, how about we exchange some thoughts?”

Lin Chen, wary, quickly declined. “Big brother, I don’t have anything to say to you. Maybe you should talk to someone else.”

Ever since Wang Haoran had stepped into his life, Lin Chen’s attempts to show off had been utterly thwarted. First, his magic trick failed, then he missed out on performing at the concert, his special diving suit was stolen, and now his paper results were taken over…

At this point, Lin Chen would prefer to hide from Wang Haoran rather than confront him.

Undeterred, Wang Haoran insisted, “We’re all classmates here; let’s share a few ideas.”

Seeing his persistence, Lin Chen raised his hand and called out to Liu Yue, “Professor Liu!”

Upon hearing her brother’s voice, Liu Yue naturally approached. Lin Chen immediately complained, “Professor Liu, I don’t want to exchange thoughts with him, but he keeps insisting.”

Liu Yue turned to Wang Haoran, saying, “Wang, if Lin Chen isn’t interested, perhaps you should find someone else to chat with?”

Due to the initial favorability points brought by his charm, Liu Yue’s attitude remained pleasant, her tone patient.

Wang Haoran conceded, “Sorry for the hassle. I’ll go talk to someone else.”

He then made his way over to Mu Zhaozhao and Wen Jing while Liu Yue returned to the podium.

Addressing Mu Zhaozhao, Wang Haoran asked, “Could you help me with something later?”

Mu Zhaozhao’s eyes twinkled playfully. “What’s in it for me if I help?”

“Do I need to offer something?” Wang Haoran teased.

“Are you hoping for a free favor?”

Reluctantly, Wang Haoran asked, “What do you want in exchange?”

Mu Zhaozhao tapped her cheek, pondering for a moment. Her eyes brightened, and she declared, “Treat me to a late-night snack tonight!”

“Deal.”

“Alright, tell me what you need.”

Leaning closer, Wang Haoran whispered his plan into Mu Zhaozhao’s ear. After listening, her expression grew determined. “Leave it to me. I’ll make sure it happens!”

After wrapping up their conversation, Wang Haoran returned to his seat, but not before discreetly grazing Wen Jing’s leg under the table.

While speaking with Mu Zhaozhao, Wen Jing had kept a watchful eye on Wang Haoran, oozing with quiet affection. Wang Haoran noticed this out of the corner of his eye and slyly acknowledged her. Wen Jing felt a surge of happiness, akin to tasting sweet honey.

Mu Zhaozhao, noticing Wen Jing’s dreamy smile, curiously asked her what was happening. Wen Jing vaguely mentioned thinking of a funny joke, prompting some laughter. Satisfied with the explanation, Mu Zhaozhao did not probe further but did flash Wen Jing several intrigued looks.

Time flew by, and soon it was 9:30 PM. Liu Yue’s voice cut through the class, “You have one hour to make your trades. If you don’t understand stock transactions, feel free to ask me about buying and selling. But please, no other questions.”

Upon hearing her instructions, the students felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension as they began their trading exercises. They opened up real-time stock market interfaces and focused intently.

Unlike Yan Country, the M-stock market operates under the T+0 trading rule, meaning stocks can be bought and sold on the same day without restrictions on trade frequency, offering great opportunities for diverse strategies.

With a mental trigger, Wang Haoran accessed the market’s projected movements over the next 24 hours. Each stock’s future rise and decline were now at his fingertips.

He quickly went into action. By 9:32 PM, he identified “Sijiaqi Technology” as the standout with a 3% rise in the next three minutes. He swiftly invested all his initial capital, 5000 units, into it, selling just as it peaked, turning 5000 into 5150.

Scouring for the next significant trend, he pinpointed “Gohkl” anticipated to climb by 4%. Committing his entire balance of 5150, he watched it grow to 5336 in minutes.

Repeating this strategic process, Wang Haoran’s investments continued to mushroom in value.

Meanwhile, across from him, Lin Chen was intently monitoring his computer, eyes glued to stock movements. But then, Mu Zhaozhao approached him, her face adorned with her usual cheerful smile.

“Hey, Lin Chen,” she greeted warmly.

Lin Chen turned from his screen at the sound of her voice, captivated by her doll-like innocence. Despite being over twenty in actual years, Lin Chen’s otaku lifestyle made such engaging interactions rare and precious, particularly with someone who matched his favorite anime character profiles.

Excited by her friendliness, Lin Chen responded eagerly, “Hey there, lovely sister! How can I assist you?”

Mu Zhaozhao inquired, “You’re the genius, right? Can you give me some tips on stock trading?”

Puffed with pride, Lin Chen proclaimed, “You’ve come to the right place!” Pointing at his computer, he elaborated, “See this stock? It’s headed for a peak in a minute. I’ll sell at that exact moment for maximum gains.”

Awed, Mu Zhaozhao urged, “Wow, that’s impressive. Can I watch how you do it?”

Lin Chen, keen to impress, nodded. “Of course, watch closely.”

He focused intensely, prepping to sell the moment his stock peaked. But just as he was about to execute his sale, the unthinkable happened—his screen suddenly went black.

Stunned, Lin Chen was at a loss.

Next to him, Mu Zhaozhao exclaimed, “Oh no, sorry! I accidentally kicked your power cord.”