"Six thousand is a sum that would be difficult for us freshmen to earn in an entire school year, but for upperclassmen—especially fourth- and fifth-years—it's just pocket change."
"They can often earn one or two thousand credits from a single match. By the time they're upperclassmen, they hardly sit in classrooms every day. They're either on their way to a competition or heading off to some other competition."
"Competitions bring resources, experience, and combat practice. That's where their real classrooms are."
Meng Chuanling was exceptionally well-informed. She kept explaining to Xu Zhi, "So, to upperclassmen, an extra six thousand credits in the betting pool backing a first-year student would only make them think some upperclassman had developed a strange whim and casually placed a bet."
So that was it. The investment they had scraped together by emptying their pockets wouldn't attract any attention.
"We'll make a quick killing and run. Upperclassmen aren't idiots. If you win once, they definitely won't place reckless bets again the second time."
So this was a one-time deal. They could only make this one profit.
Then she definitely couldn't let this chance slip away. Xu Zhi asked directly, "How many credits can a student ID borrow?"
Shouldn't she take out a loan too?
"Depending on the academy's assessment of a student's potential, they can borrow different amounts of credits. But freshmen can generally borrow around a thousand."
In other words, the two of them could borrow nearly two thousand credits, then somehow scrape together another four thousand on their own?
That was a skill in itself.
"Got it." Xu Zhi nodded, planning to take out a loan later.
Seeing Xu Zhi agree, Meng Chuanling breathed a sigh of relief. She had gone all in for these credits. If Xu Zhi had refused, she could only