Returning to his senior year of high school, he went all in and made billions by buying at the botto

Su Qingyan sat upright, her back ramrod straight.

She appeared to be looking at the textbook in front of her, but her slightly pale fingertips betrayed the unease in her heart.

"Bang."

Chen Mo casually stuffed his schoolbag into his desk and pulled out a chair to sit down.

A faint scent of soap and the clean smell unique to young men instantly invaded Su Qingyan's territory.

There was no fear or trepidation like in her past life, nor any deliberate attempt by the boy to ingratiate himself or act awkwardly.

After sitting down, Chen Mo casually stacked a few textbooks aside, then took out a notebook and began to write and draw.

There wasn't even a simple "hello".

Su Qingyan couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, glancing at her new deskmate out of the corner of her eye.

His profile was unusually sharp and defined, and his lowered eyes showed great focus.

What bothered Su Qingyan even more was that what Chen Mo wrote in his notebook wasn't class notes at all, but rather line chart models that she couldn't understand at all, with a lot of highly professional English financial abbreviations marked next to them: MACD, KDJ, ROE...

Is this really the student who submitted blank papers in all subjects and was ranked last in the grade?

"Qingyan".

A deliberately gentle male voice interrupted Su Qingyan's thoughts.

Class monitor and academic representative Lin Yu walked over with a workbook in his hand.

Lin Yu has a refined appearance. His family owns two chain supermarkets in the county town. He consistently ranks among the top three in his grade and has always regarded himself as Su Qingyan's most legitimate protector.

Seeing Chen Mo actually sitting next to Su Qingyan, a strong sense of hostility flashed in Lin Yu's eyes.

"Qingyan, I thought of three solutions to this challenging math problem last night, but I feel there's an even simpler way. Can you take a look?" Lin Yu spread the workbook out on Su Qingyan's desk, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Chen Mo's view.

Su Qingyan frowned slightly, but out of politeness, she looked down at the problem: "This derivative problem is indeed quite obscure. I can only think of one conventional case-by-case discussion method right now..."

Seeing this, Lin Yu was secretly delighted and immediately seized the opportunity to raise his voice: "Hey, Chen Mo, right? I heard you handed in a blank paper for this monthly exam? You're a senior now, and since you're sitting next to Qingyan, you should ask her for help with the basics. But this question might be like gibberish to you, since you probably don't even recognize all the symbols in the question, right?"

Several classmates who had been listening intently nearby burst into low snickers.

This is the most classic tactic of high school boys to fight over a girl's affections.

He tries to show off his superiority to girls by belittling them academically.

Chen Mo paused slightly at the tip of his pen.

He raised his head and looked calmly at Lin Yu in front of him.

That was so childish, it made him so embarrassed he wanted to scratch his toes.

After considering for a moment, Chen Mo said calmly, "Excuse me, you're blocking my light."

"You..." Lin Yu felt like he had punched a cotton ball, and his face immediately turned red.

Chen Mo ignored him and instead casually glanced at the derivative problem on the table that Lin Yu regarded as a divine book.

I only looked at it for three seconds.

Chen Mo picked up a red pen from the table and quickly wrote two lines of equations on the blank space of Lin Yu's clean workbook.

"The conventional solution at the high school level does require tedious case-by-case discussions. But if you're a little more flexible in your thinking, you can apply L'Hôpital's rule to find the limit, or directly construct a Taylor series expansion, and this problem becomes as easy as a fill-in-the-blank question."

Chen Mo casually tossed the pen aside, the red pen tip making a crisp clinking sound on the table.

"The answer is e^2 - 1. Now, can you take your cryptic book away? I'm busy."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Lin Yu's eyes widened as he stared intently at the two extremely concise lines of calculations on the workbook, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.

As a top student, although he did not systematically study advanced mathematics in high school, he could understand the ultimate mathematical logic and beauty at a glance!

Is this really something that someone who came in last place could write?!

Su Qingyan was also stunned.

Her peach blossom eyes widened slightly as she looked at Chen Mo in disbelief.

"L'Hôpital's Law... How did you know that..." Lin Yu stammered, grabbed his workbook, and slunk back to his seat, never daring to look back.

Su Qingyan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart. She bit her lower lip and took the initiative to speak: "You... since you can do such difficult questions, why did you hand in a blank paper for the monthly exam?"

Chen Mo turned a page in his notebook and continued drawing his candlestick charts without even turning his head: "Guess what? Maybe it's so he can sit next to the number one player?"

Su Qingyan's breath hitched, and her earlobes instantly turned red.

From childhood to adulthood, what boy has ever dared to speak to her in such a way?

The extreme contrast and mystery surrounding Chen Mo, along with his composure, were like a pebble thrown into the lake of a young girl's heart, creating ripples that could never be calmed.

Unbeknownst to her, Chen Mo's thoughts were already on the A-share market, which was about to open.

……

The A-share market opened at 9:30 a.m.

Using the textbook as cover, Chen Mo turned on the second-hand Android phone with a cracked screen.

In just five minutes.

The intraday chart of Fushun Special Steel drew a perfect 90-degree straight line, firmly locking it at the daily limit!

Fushun Special Steel hit the daily limit again.

At this moment, his leveraged trading account held a total of 243 million yuan.

At the end of September 2014, Fushun Special Steel was at an excellent juncture where its main upward trend was about to begin.

The concept of military industry reform has been thoroughly hyped, and various speculative funds, like sharks smelling blood, are frantically testing the waters.

Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction, skillfully switched to the background, and logged into his account, "Silent Sickle," on the Eastmoney stock forum.

He then posted screenshots of his transaction records showing a full position at the daily limit up, along with an extremely arrogant caption:

Fushun Special Steel: Major Upward Trend Begins! Those Who Aren't Afraid, Join the Frenzy and Reap the Rewards!

The post caused an uproar in the entire stock forum!

"Holy crap! All invested in one stock? Sickle Bro, are you fucking insane?!"

"Incredible! Two consecutive days of limit-up! I'm in awe of this master!"

"From CITIC to Hongyuan, and now to Fushun Special Steel, Brother Sickle has delivered a fatal blow! I declare that from now on, Brother Sickle is my father!"

"Fully invested! Protect Sickle Bro at all costs!"

Hundreds of thousands of clicks and thousands of enthusiastic replies.

Chen Mo's pseudonym is rapidly building faith among retail investors in the A-share market.

For the next full week, Fushun Special Steel embarked on a frenzied series of consecutive limit-up days.

Five trading days, five consecutive limit-up days!

Chen Mo's account balance skyrocketed, soaring all the way up.

After deducting the interest and handling fees of the leveraged financing, his net worth has more than doubled!

The market closed on Friday afternoon.

Chen Mo looked at the string of red numbers in his account and let out a long sigh.

It's time to improve our lives.

This young body is growing, and the meager meals in the cafeteria every day are simply not providing enough nutrition.

Moreover, this incredibly slow and clunky phone severely hampered his typing speed when placing orders.

Chen Mo decisively closed out a small portion of his positions and directly withdrew the 20 yuan profit into his bank account.

After school that day, Chen Mo did not take the bumpy bus home, but instead took a taxi directly to the largest digital mall in the county.

Without hesitation, he bought a newly released Apple iPhone priced at over 6,000 yuan, as well as a high-end Apple laptop to monitor the market and perform data analysis.

Afterwards, he went to the mall and bought several sets of casual clothes with excellent material and good tailoring, and threw the old clothes that had been washed until they were faded directly into the trash can.

When Chen Mo changed into a well-tailored black jacket and jeans, and walked out of the mall with a brand new phone, he looked completely refreshed.

With his tall and upright figure and brand-new outfit, he attracted an astonishing number of heads turning as he walked down the streets of the county town.

"Money really is a man's greatest source of courage."

Chen Mo weighed the incredibly smooth new phone in his hand, glanced at the remaining tens of thousands of yuan in cash in his bank card, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

The game of my own rebirth has only just begun.