The campus's main road was still empty before classes let out. Streetlights and moonlight mingled, casting a quiet, secluded air.
A group's footsteps shattered the silence. Cui Yu looked back at the classroom building behind them, like a cage, and sighed with the joy of freedom. "It feels so damn good to be out for a stroll at this hour!"
Ma Shicheng walked at the center of the group. "We'll buy Fried Skewers first, then get some drinks, brothers."
Though his words were ordinary, everyone listened intently. Especially Zhang Chi—after learning that Ma Shicheng had made two hundred thousand yuan by flipping old Samsung phones, he was so jealous he wanted to beat up Xiao Shaoxiong. Damn idiot!
Faced with such an overwhelming gap, Zhang Chi put away his arrogance and sincerely asked, "Ma Shicheng, I've got two hundred yuan in capital. Do you know any good way to help me make two hundred thousand?"
Cui Yu immediately said, "Yeah, brother."
"What?"
"Put it into games. Forget two hundred thousand—you could make two million in minutes."
"That's too little. At least twenty million." Guo Kunnan, a gaming enthusiast, corrected him.
Zhang Chi's face darkened. He said solemnly, "If there really is an opportunity to make money, I'll absolutely give it everything I've got."
Cui Yu said, "Money may be precious, but if freedom is at stake, I'd still choose freedom."
He spread his arms and felt the power of the wind.
Guo Kunnan said sincerely, "Xue Yuantong's grades are insane. They let us leave campus during class."
Zhang Chi said, "If I had Xue Yuantong's grades, I wouldn't stay in the classroom at all. I'd definitely come out to look for ways to make money."
Wang Longlong glanced at him. "You're confused, Chi Zi. If you had Xue Yuantong's grades,