Chapter 216: Special Financial Practice Class

Wang Haoran browsed the system store for a while, eyes calmly sweeping through countless abilities, until something caught his attention.

[24-Hour Stock Market Foresight] – 5000 Villain Points.

Just the name alone was enough to make his lips curve into a smile.

The ability was simple, but terrifyingly effective—it allowed him to foresee all fluctuations in the stock market for the next 24 hours. Which stocks would rise, how much they’d rise, when they’d fall, and by how much—all this data would appear in his mind the moment he activated the skill.

Wang Haoran still had a hefty stockpile of Villain Points—22,000 to be exact. He didn’t hesitate. With a thought, 5000 points were gone, and the power was his.

The moment he activated the ability, streams of data flowed into his mind like a tide—charts, spikes, dips, trends—every tick of movement across the market, crystal clear.

With this in his hands, even Liu Yue, the so-called financial prodigy, couldn’t match him. She had to rely on analysis, no matter how brilliant it was. But Wang Haoran? He had the results handed to him before the market even opened.

He glanced across the room, eyes settling on Lin Chen. That kid had a stock trading skill too. It wasn’t as overpowered as Wang Haoran’s, but it was good enough to go head-to-head with Liu Yue. If Lin Chen pulled a stunt and earned a massive return, it would shock the whole class—and the kid would undoubtedly use it to flex again.

Wang Haoran had no way of preventing Lin Chen’s smug introductions and public bragging. But he could stop him from showing off through this financial simulation.

Liu Yue had allowed students to discuss and share strategies during prep time. A few meters away, Mu Zhao Zhao and Wen Jing were already whispering to each other, comparing notes. Wang Haoran strolled casually toward Lin Chen.

“Hey there, Lin Chen,” he said, smiling without warmth. “Want to compare insights?”

Lin Chen’s body tensed. “No thank you, big bro. I don’t really have anything to share. Maybe you could try someone else?”

Every interaction with Wang Haoran had ended in disaster for him. Failed magic tricks, missed performances, stolen tech suits, plagiarized academic work… Just seeing this guy now made his scalp go numb. He wanted to avoid him like the plague.

But Wang Haoran wasn’t about to back down. “Come on, we’re classmates now. No need to be shy. A little friendly exchange doesn’t hurt anyone.”

Lin Chen’s eyes darted around in panic, and then he raised his hand. “Professor Liu!”

Liu Yue immediately walked over, hearing her brother’s call. “What is it?”

“Professor,” Lin Chen said quickly, “I don’t want to exchange strategies with this classmate, but he keeps insisting.”

Liu Yue looked at Wang Haoran. Her tone was still kind, the natural goodwill from his high charm stat showing through. “Wang Haoran, since Lin Chen isn’t comfortable, perhaps you can find someone else to chat with?”

Wang Haoran could only nod, offering a courteous, “Apologies, I’ll go elsewhere.”

Turning smoothly, he made his way to Mu Zhaozhao and Wen Jing.

Liu Yue returned to the front of the room, and Wang Haoran leaned in toward Mu Zhao Zhao. “Hey, I need a small favor.”

Her big black eyes blinked at him playfully. “A favor? What’s in it for me?”

“You’re seriously negotiating with me right now?”

“Of course! What, you thought I’d work for free?”

Wang Haoran sighed. “Alright then, what do you want?”

Mu Zhaozhao tapped her cheek with a finger, eyes looking up at the ceiling as she pretended to think. After a moment, they lit up. “Buy me midnight snacks tonight.”

“Done.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Great! What’s the mission?”

Wang Haoran leaned in and whispered into her ear. As she listened, her expression changed from curiosity to seriousness, and then to mischief. “Leave it to me. Mission accepted!”

With the deal struck, he turned and headed back to his seat. But as he passed Wen Jing, he let his hand brush gently against her thigh under the table.

Wen Jing was usually quiet, reserved even. She rarely interacted with Wang Haoran in public, afraid to draw attention or cause him trouble. But while he was talking to Mu Zhaozhao, she’d been gazing at him with a soft, dreamy look in her eyes—like he was the only thing she could see.

Wang Haoran had noticed. That brief touch beneath the desk was a silent exchange, one that made Wen Jing’s cheeks flush pink. Her heart fluttered like a hummingbird’s wings. She lowered her head slightly, her lips curled in a smile so sweet it could melt steel.

Mu Zhaozhao caught that look and tilted her head. “What’s so funny?”

Wen Jing blinked, then covered her face quickly. “Oh… just remembered a silly joke, that’s all.”

Mu Zhaoxhao didn’t press, but her eyes lingered on her for a second longer.

Time ticked by quietly. At exactly 9:30 p.m., Liu Yue’s voice broke the tension in the room. “You’ve got one hour. Start trading. If you don’t understand the mechanics of the trading platform, feel free to ask. But don’t ask me for strategy. That’s your job.”

The air changed instantly. Students hunched over their terminals, clicking rapidly, eyes glued to the flickering M-market charts.

Unlike local markets, M-Stocks followed a T+0 system—meaning stocks bought today could be sold the same day, with no limits on the number of trades. That left a lot of room to play with—if you knew what you were doing.

Wang Haoran activated his new skill. In an instant, his mind filled with graphs and numbers.

He knew exactly what was going to happen.

At 9:32 p.m., a stock named Sijiaqi Technology would spike by 3%—its biggest jump for the hour.

Without hesitation, he went all-in.

When the stock peaked, he cashed out. 5000 became 5150.

Next, he scanned again. A company called Gohkl was going to jump by 4%.

He went in again.

5150 turned into 5336.

And on it went—an endless, perfect cycle of buy low, sell high. Every second was profit. Every click, precision. The numbers on his screen rose steadily, like a tide he alone commanded.

On the other side of the room, Lin Chen was also hard at work. His hands flew over the keyboard, eyes focused.

But then… Mu Zhaozhao walked up to him, smile sugary sweet. “Hi, Lin Chen!~”

He looked up, startled.

There she was—big doll eyes, soft voice, dangerously good proportions tucked under that cute, innocent face. For a long-time anime-watching otaku in the body of a child, she was basically a real-life fantasy.

“H-hi there!” he stammered, trying to stay composed. “What’s up, pretty lady?”

“I heard you’re a prodigy, right? I wanted to ask your advice about which stocks to buy…”

He puffed his chest slightly. “Then you’ve come to the right person!”

He pointed at his screen, proudly showing off a carefully selected ticker. “See this one? It’s going to hit its peak in one minute. The moment it does, I’ll sell. That’ll give me the best return.”

Mu Zhaozhao widened her eyes. “Wow! That’s amazing. Can I watch you do it?”

“Sure! Just pay attention,” Lin Chen grinned.

He counted the seconds. The chart was climbing. Almost there. Just one more click and—

The screen went black.

Lin Chen froze.

“…Huh?”

He looked down—and saw the power cable dangling on the floor.

Mu Zhao Zhao clapped her hands to her mouth, pretending to be shocked. “Oops! I didn’t mean to kick it! I’m so sorry~”

Lin Chen stared at her, stunned speechless, while his gains nosedived into nothingness.