Real Scholar System

Fang Moyan knew that Zhao Yijuan was taking prescription drugs, which had many side effects, so he wanted to persuade her.

But it is definitely better to keep this matter in private. There are too many people at school, so it is better to wait a while after the evening self-study and tell her about the dangers of this drug.

By the time he arrived at the cafeteria, it was already the second half. He simply ordered a few dishes, finished eating quickly, and returned to the classroom immediately. classroom.

At this time, most students will rest in the dormitory, and some will hide in the storage room to play games.

I thought the classroom was empty, but I saw Yuan Lanxi was already there, reading a book, the fifth edition of Advanced Algebra, which was a university course.

He thought about it, and walked over.

"Yuan Lanxi, you didn't go back to the dormitory to rest?"

She smiled sweetly: "I won't return. I'll just lie down on the table for a while, anyway, I don't stay up late, and I'm not sleepy during the day."

"Oh, it's uncomfortable to sleep on my stomach, I think it's more comfortable to go back to bed and lie down."

"What about you? Why didn't you go to bed and lie down?"

"I'm different. If I want to rest, I can rest. Anyway, the teacher doesn't care about me. By the way, return your notebook."

Fang Moyan suddenly remembered that he hadn't returned her class notes, so he ran to the back of the classroom and fetched the class notes that he had read seven or eight times. Some rolled up.

Yuan Lanxi opened it and looked at it. She took notes just to organize her thoughts. Basically, after writing a note, she integrated the knowledge, so when she lent it out, the notebook was still brand new.

As for this notebook, it is obvious that there are traces of flipping through it many times.

This shows that he really read it carefully, and he didn't lend it to him for nothing.

She feels that her hard work has not been wasted, and she still has a sense of accomplishment.
Yuan Lanxi smiled happily, the whole face was full of smiles, which made people feel very close:

"No, if you think it's useful, there are a few more copies here, you can read them."

"Really? That would be great, thank you thank you."

When Fang Moyan heard it, it was great. Although he could follow Yuan Lanxi's way of summarizing knowledge, but because he had left too much homework, and his photographic memory method, no matter whether it was meat or vegetable, he could follow the order. Take it all.

A class note that guarantees 100% accuracy is extremely important, so that when he memorizes the notes, he does not need to care about right or wrong, and devotes all his energy to memorizing and understanding.

This saves him a lot of time in verifying corrections.

Fang Moyan cherished these five notebooks in his arms and put them in his schoolbag. When he was about to go back to the dormitory, he would copy a copy by himself. The notebook is gone.

He thought it would be more respectful.

One after another, some students came to the classroom, and it gradually became lively. In fact, most of the students are consciously reviewing. The money is too little, and no one cares, but it is also an honor.

Most of the class are middle-class families, and Fang Moyan's family's conditions are so poor, there is no second one.Probably he is the only one who cares about the 2000 yuan reward.

Fang Moyan felt bored. He had AI glasses, so he could call up the futures software without anyone noticing, to see if there was a good way to open a position.

He has been in rebar from the very beginning, and there is no good opportunity to see the market, so why not look at other varieties.

Thinking of this, he looked through them one by one. Gold and silver fluctuated too much, so he dared not enter, and copper, rubber and other deposits were too high, so he couldn't play. He suddenly remembered something. There was a relative in his hometown Cotton pouring in Xinjiang was very busy in the past few years, and I didn’t even go back to my hometown during the Chinese New Year. This year, I came back to visit relatives during the cotton season. It is said that because of the weather and pests, this year’s cotton production has been greatly reduced, but it is said that there is a leader because For some reason, they have been deceiving the top and the bottom, covering the sky with one hand, and everyone is not allowed to spread it, so this news has not been spread.

If the production is reduced, it will be reflected in the futures, and the price should rise.

He immediately opened the market software, found cotton, and found that the price was a mess, with very little fluctuation during the day, and it was almost in a straight line.

Daytime fluctuations do not exceed ten points,
Fang Moyan's heart suddenly moved, isn't this a good time to intervene and open a position?

He made a decisive decision, immediately opened a long order, set a stop loss price of 100 yuan, and then ignored it.

In futures, you can’t control how much you earn. The only thing you can control is the loss. Especially if you use the function of opening a position and stop loss, you can lose up to 100 yuan a day, and there is no upper limit to the profit.

Fang Moyan didn't know, but in the jargon of traders, this is called "cutting off losses and letting profits run."

After the operation is over, he forgets about it. Anyway, there is a stop loss and the risk is controllable.

Feng Shuangshuang walked into the classroom, and when she saw Fang Moyan, she immediately became angry.She thought that Fang Moyan bullied Zhao Yijuan, and she was fighting for her good sister.

Unexpectedly, Fang Moyan looked at him as if nothing was happening, and his eyes rolled around. In fact, he was looking at the market through AI glasses.

Scumbag!

Feng Shuangshuang cursed secretly,
He didn't feel ashamed at all, his eyes rolled around, and he might be doing something evil.

People are like this, because Fang Moyan is not good at studying, so Feng Shuangshuang also unconsciously equates character and grades. Under normal circumstances, students have such unconscious divisions.

As the old saying goes, farting catches ugly grievances.

For students, poor grades are the original sin.

Of course, this is the atmosphere in Qidu No. [-] Middle School,

In some schools, such as Qidu Vocational College, it is the other way around. Whoever has poor grades, whoever gets 0 points in the test and turns in a blank paper, is honored and awesome.

Under Feng Shuangshuang's gaze, Fang Moyan finally felt something. He felt a little terrified, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the heroine Feng Shuangshuang looking at him like a knife.

Fang Moyan was a little dazed, as if he hadn't offended him.

Must give him some color and see!
Feng Shuangshuang walked over and slammed the table: "Fang, see you in the playground this afternoon. If you lose, call Dad!"

Regardless of whether he agreed or not, he turned around and went back to his seat.

Fang Moyan felt confused, inexplicable.

The small playground is a place for fights, but only for those poor students, such as Fang Moyan, who also made many fights when he was a sophomore in high school. This kind of fights, as the old Pao said, one-on-one, whoever coaxes is called Dad , dare not go, or sue the teacher, don't even think about raising your head in front of your classmates.

"Domineering!"

"Double Frost 666."

"Old Fang, do you dare to go?"