The night was deep, quiet, with a hazy moonlight casting shadows of trees.
Chang Le closed his workbook, rubbed his eyes, and habitually opened his computer to check the trading situation of the previous trading day.
Hmm, the self-selected stocks maintained a steady 9.9% increase.
Currently, there was over 300,000 yuan in his personal account, enough to fuel the fire on some popular stocks.
**Color, one of the top ten demon stocks of the year, has risen by over 300%.
In the short month since September, the increase has exceeded 180%.
The media believes that the main reason for such a good momentum is the aura of the color concept that allows it to shine brightly.
In addition, the national integration policy for the non-ferrous industry has made **Color one of the major integrators in the industry. After all, holding a few mining certificates can effectively control the industrial chain of the non-ferrous industry within a certain area.
However, policy is just one factor.
The more crucial factor is that the mining team behind the scenes is pushing.
In fact, the fundamentals of **Color have not changed, it's just speculation fueled by policy concepts.
In recent days, there have been reports that about 17 billion yuan has flowed into the non-ferrous metal sector, and many stocks in the sector have successively staged the myth of daily limit-up.
**Color is the leader and front-runner in the daily limit-up stocks, continuously rising for several days, and institutional figures are nowhere to be seen in the top seats.
So, **Color is undoubtedly a speculative stock.
Chang Le roughly understood the above situation on the internet based on sporadic memories from his past life.
He didn't care about institutional or speculative stocks.
He just wanted to chase the hot ones.
Previously, he had chased a few low-priced concept stocks, and then, because of his entry, the stocks had been taken over by institutions, resulting in a roller coaster ride. It didn't affect his profits (nor could it). On the contrary, a few speculators who went against the trend suffered severe losses.
After all, the inexplicable grouping of retail investors, the so-called "leeks," was also a force that could not be ignored or underestimated, and could even temporarily influence the situation.
Now, he typed a few times on the keyboard and went all in, pushing to the limit!
**Color also began its daily limit-up myth.
......
In the blink of an eye, another month had passed.
In the third monthly exam, Chang Le's grades had improved significantly compared to the previous one.
Chinese: 128 points;
English: 141 points;
Mathematics: 78 points;
Comprehensive: 260 points;
The total score broke through the 600 mark, reaching 607 points.
The total score improved by 100 places, entering the advantageous area for the whole grade and leaving his desk mate Yuan Jiacheng far behind.
Although his math score still didn't pass, the visible overall improvement reassured him, and he automatically ignored math.
Only the math teacher, Liu Fang, saw and felt the urgency in her heart, and took new action.
She gave Chang Le a test paper to complete alone every day, and required him to finish it that day.
The next day, she would give individual remedial lessons and explanations, followed by more exercises and explanations, repeating this cycle to solidify his foundation.
What a responsible teacher!
This score also calmed Tan Xiaoya's worried heart.
Math was almost there, and as long as the total score went up, it was fine.
Before, she had never expected Chang Le to score 600 points, and now he had far exceeded expectations.
As for the class teacher, Yuan Weijian, he also unexpectedly gained.
From his perspective, after so many years in education, he had his own understanding of senior year.
Although it's said that senior year is a sprint stage and very important.
In reality, few people can truly sprint.
Most people just stay in place, and a small number of people achieve precious minor improvements, while extremely rare ones make significant leaps.
Chang Le belonged to the latter.
In just over two months, his scores had risen significantly, and his ranking had risen by a large margin, which was extremely rare.
And from the current level of effort and upward trend, the sprint didn't seem to be over yet.
As long as math could catch up, the class would have another 985 player.
What does 985 mean?
For students, the future is difficult to determine, but wearing the cloak of 985 can offer more choices.
For teachers, 985 signifies tangible rewards, rewarding a year of hard work.
Yuan Weijian wanted Chang Le to give a typical speech at the grade-level meeting, to impart some sprinting experiences.
Chang Le, having been a student in two worlds, had never received such treatment and honor?
So he happily and deeply movedly declined.
To appear saintly in public inevitably comes with backbiting and attacks, it's best to do less.
In the classroom during break time.
"Chang Le, why did you choose option B for this question?" Yuan Jia Cheng is now seeking Chang Le's guidance.
The main subject of inquiry is still English.
In his eyes, Chang Le is simply gifted in English. Not only does he understand it, he writes it correctly, and he speaks it with remarkable professionalism.
After all, Chang Le's previous life's work required a great demand for English, coupled with a Level 6 vocabulary, his foundation is quite solid.
"Because it's naturally B."
"..."
"You see, 'howeveryoulike' is equivalent to 'inwhateverwayyoulike', it means 'however you like', so when you flip it, it becomes 'you love however'. I just understand it based on context, not grammar. Got it?"
"Oh, I see now." Yuan Jia Cheng nodded.
"Chang Le..." A girl in a loose school uniform, unable to conceal her graceful figure, appeared in front of Chang Le's desk without a sound, her expression slightly shy, her eyes full of anticipation.
However, the makeup was too thick, she was a fanatical fan!
"Hello, do you need something?" Chang Le looked up at her and asked.
"Chang Le, today is my birthday. I would like to invite you to my birthday party at my house tonight..." The girl extended the invitation.
After speaking, she might have been worried that Chang Le would refuse, so she continued to explain: "We're almost graduating, aren't we? I wanted to gather together during high school and leave some memories..."
Chang Le: "..."
In the corridor, a group of girls with inappropriate heavy makeup stood by the window, looking over and covering their mouths while laughing.
"Oh, thank you for the invitation. Happy birthday to you."
"Thanks. Would you like to come?" The girl was very happy.
"Sorry, I have something to do at home tonight, so I can't make it." Chang Le shook his head.
"Oh... okay, then I won't bother you anymore." The girl seemed disappointed.
After speaking, the girl quickly walked away with small, hurried steps.
Outside the classroom, the group of heavily made-up teenage girls surrounded her, shamelessly teasing her, provoking her to chase after them.
"Haha, I told you so. You can't invite him. Someone tried in sophomore and junior year, and they were all rejected. This handsome guy is really cool!"
"I thought since we're almost graduating, he would give me some face. But it seems like it's still not possible. But it's okay, I've already invited him. I won't regret it in the future."
"Haha... he's really cool!"
"And he's very handsome too. I wonder who his girlfriend will be in the future?"
"Well, it won't be you."
"Hmph, and it won't be you either."
The sounds of playful laughter gradually faded away.
"Who's that girl?" Chang Le asked Yuan Jia Cheng after the group of girls left.
"You don't know her? Really?" Yuan Jia Cheng asked in surprise.
"Is she very famous? Do I have to know her?" Chang Le felt inexplicable.
"That's not what I meant. Didn't you talk to her before? Chen Juan from Class Two, the dance prodigy."
"Oh, it didn't click for a moment. Can't recognize her with all that makeup, but she does have long legs," Chang Le assessed truthfully.
"Not just long legs, you know, I've seen her dance, she's incredibly flexible, can bend her head back to touch her butt. What does 'heavy makeup' mean?" Yuan Jiacheng was puzzled.
In his previous life, when Yuan Jiacheng encountered fans with excessive makeup during his tours, he would directly request a replacement. He had high standards.
"It means the powder is applied too heavily," Chang Le pointed to his face.
"Oh, I see, that makes sense. Indeed, it doesn't look very natural."
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