Han Lie noticed she was no longer mad at him, and he felt a mischievous itch.

"Pay up! You think you can freeload off me???"

Xi Luting was baffled, "What money do I owe you? I'm not hiring a gigolo!"

"Dream on! You think you could afford me? I'm asking for the tuition fee for copying my homework!"

As soon as Han Lie mentioned the stock market, Xi Luting's mood immediately improved.

It was the bravest and wisest decision she had ever made.

Originally, she had planned to be stubborn.

I'm no rookie! It's just picking stocks, isn't it? Who can't do that!

But, at the moment of truth, as if possessed by a ghost, she opened up the K-line chart of Kaiyuan.

The more she looked, the less she understood, and she even developed a fear of heights...

Should I buy the stocks I believe in? Or should I follow Han Lie?

After struggling for a moment, she suddenly saw the price of Kaiyuan drop, nearing Han Lie's cost line.

So, she closed her eyes and went all in, buying with her full capital.

As it turned out... perfect!

Her face beaming with joy, she typed on the keyboard, her fingers dancing light and lively,

"HEHE! You wish! I've already copied it, why should I pay you? Next time, for sure~~~"

Han Lie smiled playfully, closed Tencent QQ, and stopped responding.

Queen Ting? That's it? Soon you'll be the one begging me to play games with you!

...

「The 14th, Thursday.」

Xi Luting's good mood lasted until the morning. During the run, she once again took the initiative to greet Han Lie.

"Han Lie, good morning!"

Han Lie deliberately scolded her, "Shut up, keep up!"

"HMPH!"

She snorted coldly, yet snickered quietly, flicking her high ponytail as she obediently followed behind Han Lie.

After the run, they had breakfast together without any incidents.

When it was time to part ways, Xi Luting suddenly called out to him, "Hey, remember to attend Professor Wu's Investment class, it's the second period today!"

"Okay, I got it," Han Lie nodded.

Just as they were about to go their separate ways, the school's rarely-used loudspeaker suddenly blared.

"Dear students, we have a piece of good news: Our School of Business' finance class freshman Han Lie achieved an outstanding national seventh-place finish in the first week preliminaries of the Tencent A-Share Stock Competition. On behalf of the Humanities Office, the Publicity Department, the Student Union, and all the faculty and students, I would like to extend our warmest congratulations to Han Lie! The Tencent A-Share Competition is... Han Lie is..."

A bunch of explanations and praises later, Han Lie was heralded as the light of the humanities, a model student, and a future investment elite right on the spot.

Xi Luting pressed her lips together to hold back her laughter, looking even happier than Han Lie.

But Han Lie was just stunned.

Like, is there such a rush? The first week's contest isn't even over yet, and you're already this eager? How desperate is humanities for glory anyway...

Although Han Lie found it hard to understand, he didn't dwell on it.

Because humanities truly lacked points of pride, and publicity work was especially challenging.

In his previous life, he spent so much time in the Literary Arts Department that he knew all too well how lacking Humanities was. Let's put it this way: Humanities was so weak that, without roping in support from the main campus, they couldn't even organize an evening gala on their own.

Am I a lifeline for them now?

Han Lie felt a tiny bit smug deep inside.

The two of them continued walking back, and soon they saw a festooned announcement posted on the bulletin board at the entrance of the teaching building.

A group of students gathered around, discussing the news enthusiastically.

"Who is this Han Lie, some nobody? Never heard of him!"

"Exactly, such a fuss over nothing, this crappy school is doomed sooner or later!"

"Jealous much?"

"Our Brother Lie is awesome, okay?"

"Oh, got fans already?"

"Who are we jealous of? Han Lie? Does he even deserve it? A bunch of broke asses from the Commerce School, stop trying to draw attention!"

"You!"

"Back off, or I'll freaking beat you up!"

A few classmates were soon scared away by the students from the International Communications Institute.

The leading student from International Communications spat on the ground disdainfully, snickered coldly, and swaggered away.

Xi Luting, who originally wanted to drag Han Lie over to check the announcement, quickly abandoned the idea.

Even more, she began to worry for Han Lie.

"Don't bother with those guys, they're just jealous of you. You lose if you take them seriously."

Han Lie looked at her with amusement, and strolled leisurely back to the dormitory.

"Don't worry. Even if you get anxious, I won't. Go on, attend your class!"

"Yeah, bye."

The two officially parted ways in front of the teaching building. Xi Luting went to class, and Han Lie went back to the dormitory to monitor stocks.

On his way back, Han Lie happened to run into Dan Zihao and his group.

Dan Zihao, Huang Wei, two familiar-faced boys, plus three new faces—a group of seven guys, strutting down the middle of the road.

At the sight of Han Lie, Huang Wei shivered.

He forced a smile instinctively, "Brother Lie, hello!"

Dan Zihao's face immediately darkened. He glared at Huang Wei with great displeasure and snorted through his nostrils.

But Huang Wei ignored him, opened up space in the middle, still smiling in a pleasing manner.

Han Lie nodded, swaggered through the crowd, and went on his way.

Not far away, he heard murmuring behind him.

"That's the 'crazy goods'?"

"Huang Wei, you're such a damn coward!"

"Seriously, with so many of us here, and Brother Hao too, what are we afraid of?"

Dan Zihao added, "Do you realize you're making me lose face? Stand your ground next time, do you think I won't back you up?"

At this point, Huang Wei finally toughened up.

"You stand up if you want. I'm like this!"

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