A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

After a whole day of studying, we were just looking at Caesar's picture as a side dish. We were even planning to pursue this junior after he entered the school. Now that you've taken him away, who will provide me with the spellcasting materials I'm missing?

Seeing that the time was right, Fingel immediately seized the opportunity to leave a message: "Everyone, everyone, please calm down. I believe that someone as outstanding and proud as our junior, Caesar, would be willing to accept being suddenly sent to an unfamiliar place to work as a lab assistant. Of course not!"

"And I happen to have some inside information: that advisor will be coming to the academy to handle Caesar's handover ceremony in the future. I believe that our junior Caesar will definitely challenge him then!"

"real or fake?"

The comment section instantly erupted, with the initial anger gradually turning into anticipation.

Fingel pressed his advantage, writing in bold: "Family! Shouldn't we support our junior now? Come on, flood the chat with 'Support Caesar' so he knows how we feel!"

"Support junior Caesar!!"

"Believe in Caesar!!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Fingel finally revealed his true intentions. He quickly typed out a message, his fingers flying across the keyboard, his mouth practically stretched to his ears: "Since everyone is so supportive of Junior Caesar, how about we play something interesting—open a betting pool? Let's bet on whether this Advisor Zhao can win Caesar's approval, or even just bet on who between the two of them can win the challenge!"

Clearly, this guy had been harboring these wolfish ambitions for a while now. Almost within seconds of the message being sent out, two separate posts for betting appeared below.

The only two betting options above, "Zhao Zizhan" and "Caesar Gattuso," appear remarkably simple.

"Everyone, not many people will be able to win by placing bets, so I'll start with a lucky draw for you all!"

Fingel started with a standard message: "I'm betting $100 each, I'm standing on the other end of the jackpot, betting that this special advisor can beat Caesar!"

PS: The new chapter has been revised. I was half asleep before and thought Caesar was two years older than them because he was in 1988. It has now been pointed out that it has been changed to him being in preparatory class.

Chapter 171 Gamblers Don't Get a House.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see through Finger's little scheme at a glance at the screen full of betting data and trending posts—he was racking his brains to encourage everyone to throw money into the betting pool.

Anyone familiar with Fingel's tricks knows he's a typical money-grubber.

This guy never misses any opportunity to make money. Over the years, the student has been taking advantage of his position as an administrator to frequently open betting operations on the forum. What's even more infuriating is that he also uses his position as an administrator to get some scattered insider information in advance. By taking advantage of this information gap, he can make a fortune every time.

Their main strategy is to seize every opportunity to make money.

But now, he actually voted YES, which makes people feel that something is fishy going on.

A fifteen-year-old special advisor is an unprecedented event in the entire history of Kassel. The key point is that no one can see what is so special about him.

He Fengou fails every subject, his grades are terrible, and sometimes he can barely pay off his credit card debt. How can such a good-for-nothing who can barely support himself and has to eat cheap pork knuckles every day have the confidence to gamble money on a completely unknown fifteen-year-old boy?

However, despite the doubts, the bets on Caesar Gattuso's side skyrocketed, quickly surpassing the $20,000 mark. It wasn't that people were particularly optimistic about the bet; the key was that the name "Caesar Gattuso" was enough to make many people willingly hand over their money.

As the crown prince of the Gattuso family, Caesar was raised from childhood to be the future heir of the family. He was treated like royalty, with a life of luxury and adoration. Yet, he turned down an offer from Cambridge University and insisted on coming to Kassel College instead.

When asked why, he simply replied, "I'm not here to seek comfort from my kind. There are more challenges and more interesting things here. Only the strong deserve to be here."

How powerful was Caesar? Do you know the story of the Gattuso family? In the second year of the Yuanhe era...

Kidding.

Although Caesar was still in preparatory class, his name had already spread throughout Kassel. Finger didn't miss this opportunity to gain attention and exposed various information about Caesar on the forum early on. After all, such an arrogant freshman was indeed rare.

He boasted in preparatory class that the future student council president would definitely be his, and that he was going to Kassel to humiliate anyone who disagreed. He said that anyone who disagreed could challenge him at any time, but he was ready to laugh at them!

He can break swimming records, leave veteran jockeys in the dust in horse racing, has never lost a fight, and is proficient in seemingly unrelated fields such as chess, musical instruments, painting, and racing. It seems there is nothing he cannot do.

Even before officially enrolling, Caesar had already become a celebrity in the academy. While many young girls were secretly smitten, many self-important students were eager to challenge him after the start of the semester, hoping to suppress his arrogance.

Many people in the college actually had doubts about Kaiser, thinking that a little kid was spouting nonsense and wanted to be the student council president. They said, "I'll be waiting for you at Kassel College. I'll rip your hood off and you'll be in big trouble!"

But today, compared to Caesar, Zhao Zizhan, this fifteen-year-old special advisor, still has a much higher level of hatred. Firstly, his identity is too special, breaking the academy's conventions; secondly, he is too mysterious, and no one can see what abilities he has.

The students in Kassel were aware of Caesar's strength, but they had no confidence in Zhao Zizhan. Subconsciously, they felt that no matter how powerful a fifteen-year-old child was, he couldn't possibly be stronger than Caesar.

And so, the bets on Caesar's side continued to climb, the numbers snowballing, while on Zhao Zizhan's side, he still only had Fingel's pitiful one hundred dollars.

Not long after, Fingel posted a new thread on the forum, his words revealing his impatience: "What's wrong with you guys? Show some gambling spirit! Going all in is a kind of wisdom, don't you understand? Take a gamble, and you might win big. Don't you understand this simple principle? How are you supposed to play like this? Do you want a bunch of people to split my $100? The odds are 1 to 130 now. If you don't act now, you'll miss your chance!"

Upon seeing Fingel's comment, everyone started mocking him, "Haha, Fingel, are you planning to gamble your entire chance to pay off your credit card debt on this? Be careful you don't lose all your savings, then you won't even be able to afford pork knuckle!"

"Look at you, look at you, you're getting impatient! Just wait until you go bankrupt, you dog! Don't come begging us for money then!"

Everyone was laughing at Fingel for shooting himself in the foot, and the forum was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Meanwhile, out of sight of them, the Finn was absolutely ecstatic.

"Guigui, Zizhan!! Forever a god!!"

"Hurry!! Increase the intensity..."

Fingel, clutching his laptop, had an excited, flushed face, his mouth practically stretched to his ears, radiating the elation of winning big. His fingers flew across the keyboard: "Hey, what's going on with you guys? The game's about to close! Hurry up and go for it! This is such a great opportunity, doesn't anyone want to try? That's a special advisor position, not just anyone can get it..."

The more he tried to persuade him, the more money Caesar bet, and the more maniacal the smile on Fingel's face became.

Meanwhile, several other screens were on the computer screen, showing a remote call with Fingel, making it seem like the group was running a campus loan shark operation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! This time I'm going to make a killing, at least five or six times the profit! I'm a genius!!"

Fingel stood up, his face beaming with excitement, and asked his classmate on the other end of the computer, "Are all the bets ready? Let's place a huge bet right before the betting closes, and then we'll all make a fortune together!!"

"Don't worry, everything's already prepared!!"

"We will inject funds a few seconds in advance. The last few seconds after the order book closes are the peak time for injections, and network lag must also be taken into account."

"understand!"

Fingel patted his chubby face, practically floating with confidence. "Who am I? The Kassel Gambling Saint! Back in the day, I bet on the 100-meter champion at the school sports meet. I knew exactly how many eggs the athletes ate for breakfast. Do you think I'd let you lose on this?"

The current market is completely polarized between those who have invested in Zhao Zizhan and those who have invested in Caesar. Caesar's investment has already reached 40,000 and is showing no signs of growth, while Zhao Zizhan's investment is still only a few hundred here and there. It seems that some people have been persuaded by Fingel, but these investments are insignificant.

Everyone here was prepared to gamble with their $100, because Fingel claimed to have inside information that Caesar was no match for this 15-year-old special advisor. Trusting their boss, his underlings from the news department followed suit and went all in.

For no other reason than that their boss's reputation for having no bottom line in gambling was earned by his own hands!

"Get ready! Invest quickly!"

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"Collect, collect, collect!!"

Fingel waved his fat hand, flicking a wad of lard, and shouted, "Prepare to close the market!!! Get to work!!"

The people on the call quickly pressed the buttons.

"We did it!!! We are the champions..."

"wrong!!!"

Fingel's smile suddenly froze, as if someone had doused him with a bucket of ice water. He shoved the screen closer, his eyes wide as he stared at the number in the "Zhao Zizhan" column, which had originally been just over three hundred, but was now shooting up like a rocket, breaking through ten thousand, twenty thousand... in the blink of an eye... and finally settling steadily at fifty thousand US dollars, on par with Caesar's column!

"How can it be!!?"

"Someone snatched it away??"

Before anyone could even be surprised, the forum was already in turmoil.

VIP user [Cambridge Folding Knife] has logged in and commented: "Are the kids talking about our new special advisor? Hehehe, it seems everyone's very curious. I'll invest $10,000 first, then I'll chat with you all."

The comment section below went wild instantly—"Holy crap! It's the principal! The principal actually gambled?"

Before the comments could even fill a page, another post with a red tag popped up; the poster was 【Night Watchman】.

[Night Watchman]: "I'll also bet 10,000. By the way, the betting is fair and just, don't even think about rigging the votes, I'm watching."

"!!! The vice principal also voted! And he cast 10,000!"

Those in Kassel know what I mean. This old cowboy is a real penny-pincher. He'd rather bet than bet ten thousand. That's a huge investment!

"Just who is this Zhao Zizhan? How could he get the two principals involved?"

The most exciting part was yet to come. In less than ten seconds, the IDs 【Greenland Shadow】 and 【Gold. Rudolf. Manstein】 appeared one after the other. The former belonged to Schneider, the head of the executive department, while Professor Manstein himself was online under his real name.

[Greenland Shadow]: "I'll bet five thousand."

[Gold-Rudolf Manstein]: I'd bid 10,000. His abilities as a special advisor justify the price.

The forum exploded, and the server even froze for two seconds. The students stared at the screen, collectively speechless with shock—the four big shots from Kassel had actually placed bets on Zhao Zizhan.

Is he really a Celestial Dragon?

"No wonder Fingel is so confident, he has a big shot backing him up!"

"I just voted for Caesar? Is it too late to back out?"

While the students were still in shock, the principal dropped an even bigger bombshell: "Many of you probably have questions about this special advisor, wondering what makes him qualified. Due to special circumstances, all of this advisor's information cannot be disclosed. Believe me, this is for your own good."

"But I can reveal something to everyone: just a few months ago, Special Advisor Zhao Zizhan and a former S-class student from Kassel accidentally entered the Nibelungen of the First Species Odin. In the end, Zhao Zizhan single-handedly repelled the First Species and safely brought Chu Tianjiao and other innocent people out."

"hiss--"

A collective gasp of cold air echoed throughout Kassel, causing the temperature to drop several degrees.

The forum's comment section was instantly flooded with question marks and exclamation marks: "What did I just see? He single-handedly repelled the first-generation species and safely evacuated Nibelungen with unrelated personnel? Those were the first-generation species! Is this even human?!"

Being able to lead ordinary people to repel the first generation of monsters and even bring them out—this goes beyond mere strength; this is a super daddy, a truly powerful daddy!

"And he even brought Chu Tianjiao out safely? Isn't Chu Tianjiao a former S-rank? Why does he need Zhao Zizhan's protection?"

"Brother, if that's how you want it, then what else is there to say? Here's the money, okay?"

"If this is true, then the title of 'special advisor' is unreasonable. How can he only be a special advisor? I'd think the principal doesn't respect him if he didn't ride the principal's bicycle to school."

“That’s true, there’s no fur. I have nothing to say. Little Caesar, let’s go play over there. This powerful being is no match for you.”

"That damn dog Fen, he must have known about this all along and was deliberately trying to swindle us out of our money!!"

"It's true!! You're fucking letting this kind of Superman fight Caesar. It's a miracle Caesar didn't get beaten to a pulp. I was wondering why this dog Finn was so eager to manipulate the betting odds and close the betting so quickly. Turns out he was waiting for this!"

"Although I'm also a fan of the prince, the first generation was indeed a bit too overpowered; our loss wasn't unjustified."

"Knock on the door! Refund!!!"

"Yes, refund me!!"

"No, no, brothers! This is the time to bet big on Zhao Zizhan and make a killing!!"

"Yeah, I'm just expressing my deepest respect for the advisor, brothers."

Fingel watched as the numbers below Zhao Zizhan skyrocketed like a rocket, feeling as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out, and collapsed into his chair.

"It's over...it's all over..."

P.S.: There was indeed a timeline issue in the previous chapter. I admit my mistake and will add an extra chapter to apologize!

Chapter 172 Night Rain.

A young man arrived in Kassel, and his odds were flying high.

Seeing the odds on the forum suddenly soar before the market closed, Fingel slumped in his chair. His already pale face was now ashen, as if covered with a thick layer of dust. His eyes were empty, as if they had lost all their luster. He looked exactly like a dead pig that had already smelled the blood of the slaughterhouse and didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Meanwhile, the news department was in an uproar. Everyone was hoping to make a good profit, but who would have thought that the principal would betray them? Now that the odds are closed, everyone is going to be furious.

"Lord, what do we do now? Our odds are about to explode! How are we going to beat Caesar? Even if I lose everything, I still can't afford to lose..."

"Lord Prisoner, say something!"

Fingel slowly raised his head, two lines of tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes: "My plan failed... it was fate..."

He had already begun to imagine a dark future where he wouldn't even be able to afford a cheap pork knuckle.

His phone suddenly rang in his pocket. He paused for a moment, then numbly pulled it out. When he saw the caller ID, Fingel's breathing became rapid, and he quickly answered the call.

On the other end of the phone was an old voice.

"Finger, I have a profitable business idea, do you want to do it?"

……

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"Well then, we'll be going now. Have a wonderful evening, everyone."

Angers stood up to say goodbye, followed closely by Viola, while Chu Tianjiao lingered. He sat in his chair, his face full of reluctance, muttering to himself, "I haven't even said two words to my son... and I have to leave already."

After a long while, he slowly stood up, walked to Chu Zihang, patted his son's shoulder, and said in a tone that was both proud and a little guilty: "Son, your dad has to go be a great hero now. You have to take good care of yourself, eat on time, don't stay up all night practicing your sword, and be careful..."

"You be careful too... Dad," Chu Zihang nodded, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated. After a few seconds of silence, he finally called out "Dad."

"Okay...okay!!"

Chu Tianjiao was so thrilled by Chu Zihang calling him "Dad" that he felt like he was going from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He nodded repeatedly, his mouth stretching to his ears, and kept turning back to look at his son as he walked out of the restaurant like a madman.