"Oops, it's going to be closed in three minutes! Do you really not gamble? Bet on it, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle! ”

Fingal curled up in his station chair, clutching his notebook, his fingers bouncing on the keyboard, his face the opposite of the excitement of what was being said online.

At the same time, several students from the Kassel Academy were talking to him from a distance, staring at the laptop screen with serious expressions, like scientists watching the countdown to a rocket launch.

But they actually look more like the elite members of a campus loan shark gang.

"I must have made a lot of money this time, at least five or six times the profit, I'm really a genius!"

Fingal stood up and asked excitedly, "Are the bets ready?" Be sure to place your bets when you are fast closing, otherwise you will be exposed. ”

"Understood, it's ready!"

At the Kassel Academy, a boy lifted the frame of his glasses and replied like a serious scientist: "Countdown to 31 seconds!" I've synced to system time! ”

He opened his notebook's countdown software and gave the answer with the rigor of a scientist.

"Remember that three or four seconds in advance, the handicap has been locked, and the last few seconds are the most concentrated time for funding, and the network may be a little stuck." Fingal of the old fritter reminded him.

The bets on both sides are flipping at high speed, and new bets are added every second, and the time to close the market is getting closer and closer.

Even if it's these old silver coins that are hiding in the shadows and speculating...... The old traders can't help but beat like rookie traders on the stock exchange.

The number of bets on "No" and "Yes" is now completely polarized, with the "No" side already reaching $40,000 and the "Yes" side only a few hundred dollars, and it seems that they can really use that only $100 to make a small profit.

Of course, it's all based on Fingal's reliable sources.

He said that the S-class freshmen could really pass the assessment, so the younger brother of the news department under him gambled.

It's not because of anything else, it's because I trust my boss's shameless and stingy character enough!

“10！ 9！ 8！ ”

The framed man licked his dry lips and continued to count in a low voice: "6!" 5！ 4……”

Syllable!

"Capitalize!"

Under the surprised gaze of others, Fingal clapped his hands violently, waved his big hand like Fang Xuan, and shouted with amazing momentum: "Seal the plate!" ”

Several people on the call pressed the "Enter" key at the same time.

"Successful Injection!" The man in the frame held up his notebook and shouted, "We are the crown ......"

"Wait a minute!"

Someone said angrily in a trembling voice: "Fuck! We've been cut off!! ”

Within three seconds of the closure, the bet on "No" had reached $50,000.

However, why did the "Yes" on the other side also go straight to $50,000?!

"How is that possible?"

The man's eyes widened in disbelief, "We only injected $10,000!" ”

In other words, someone raised $40,000 in the last three seconds and directly leveled the odds?

"Damn!" Fingal spat out a mouthful of national quintessence, "I'll use admin privileges now to check the 'Yes' betting information and see who is cutting it off!" ”

But when he crackled on the keyboard and looked at the screen, he was suddenly stunned.

The others shared his screen, and they couldn't help but gasp when they saw those betting IDs.

There are not a few people who bet "Yes".

In addition to the $100 that Fingal put in at the beginning, there are a few thousand dollars added up by small retail investors.

These conservative retail investors did not surprise them, and should just have the idea of trying to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

But the most bets are those unusually familiar IDs.

"I'll bet $10,000 that the freshmen will pass the assessment."

The person with the ID name "Dick Tudo" left a message: "S-class student, plus the title of Distinguished Teacher, if he is interested in competing for the presidency of the student council, then I am looking forward to what surprises he will bring me." ”

The ID of this account, they are all too familiar.

Or rather, almost the entire academy is familiar with this ID.

"Caesar Gattuso!" Some people were amazed but not surprised.

Because this kind of speech is really in line with his character and personality.

It is said that Caesar Gattuso was raised by his family as emperor from an early age, but he chose the latter in Cambridge and Kassel College.

Not to seek comfort, but to find it more challenging, suitable for a person like him who is too strong to be perverted.

When he entered school last year, his first words were, "You can challenge me, but I'm ready to laugh at you!" ”

It turns out that this is not the arrogant barking of some self-righteous dog.

Whether it was swimming, horse racing, fighting, chess, musical instruments, chariot skills, etc., all those who did not believe in evil and challenged it were defeated by Caesar without exception.

Moreover, those challengers, even after their defeats, remained convinced by Caesar.

It took him less than a year to become the most popular "emperor", and I heard that he was about to become the president of the student union.

He will lead the weak student council and compete with the most traditional "Lionhearts" of the Kassel Academy until he becomes the "No.1" of the college.

Pride, but there is capital of pride.

Domineering, but convincing enough.

A man like an emperor, like a natural leader, the "lion king" of the lion pack.

Even in the Kassel Academy, where madmen and geniuses are everywhere, it is difficult to find another "Caesar Gattuso".

And now, the napping "lion king" opened his eyes and set his sights on the so-called "S" class freshman, the youngest specially appointed teacher.

The discussion of the post also fell into a brief silence for a while.

But they don't know that the members of the Department of Public Information are even more silent than they are.

Several people stood in front of their notebooks in a daze, looking at the screen, which clearly showed the IDs of the remaining stakers.

- Cambridge Folding Knife: Bet $10,000 "yes".

- Night Watchman: Bet $2,000 "yes".

- Greenland Shadows: $4,000 "yes" bet.

- Gerd Rudolf Manstein: Bet $4,000 "yes".

Thankfully, the raiser is anonymous.

Otherwise, any ID here is more shocking than Caesar.

"Cambridge Folding Knife" is the ID of the Chancellor, "Greenland Shadow" is the ID of Schneider, the head of the Executive Department, and "Gerd Rudolf Manstein" is the ID of Professor Manstein himself.

As for the "Night Watch" ID, there is no doubt that it is the administrator of the entire forum, the Vice Chancellor.

"Forget the principal, even that old cowboy who doesn't pull out a dime has to pay for it."

Fingal scratched his messy head and said speechlessly: "The chairman of the Discipline Committee also came to bet, hasn't he always opposed my opening?" ”

And at this point in time, Professor Manstein is still on the CC1000 train here.

“…… It's true, don't give waste a way to live."

After a moment of silence, a certain Fen dog looked up at the two figures walking out of the car in the distance, sighed and muttered, "A group of old things bully people, is it easy for me to make some extra money?" ”

(End of chapter)