Monday, 7:20 AM.
Ling Yi walked into the classroom as usual and sat down in the last row by the window.
He took his textbook out of his bag, turned to the page he was going to be discussing today, then rested his chin on his hand and looked out the window.
Everything seemed no different from usual.
No one noticed that he had already completed three tasks on his phone before even entering the classroom.
First, I sent a message to editor Old Zhao: [The draft of Chapter 127 of "Above the Sky" has been uploaded, and it will be updated on time today.]
[Also, I have some initial ideas for next month's book project; I'll discuss them with you in detail after the college entrance exams.]
Secondly, I logged into the author backend of " Reincarnation " and took a look at the data.
"Above the Sky" has been serialized for eight months, with total collections exceeding ten million and average subscriptions exceeding 120,000. It has ranked first on the monthly ticket chart for three consecutive months.
"Beyond the Galaxy," a completed work, has accumulated over 500 million views and a rating of 9.3, and is hailed as "the best science fiction novel of the last decade."
"The Long Song of the Nine Provinces " is currently being prepared for a film and television adaptation, with three leading film and television companies bidding for the rights, and the copyright fee has already been negotiated to be 80 million.
Seven works, with total royalties exceeding 400 million yuan.
The name " Reincarnation " is Legend in the online literature community.
Nobody knows who he is.
No one knows whether he is male or female, old or young, full-time or part-time.
His author profile page contains only one sentence: [Just writing, no need to ask further.]
Editor Old Zhao had been with him for six years and was his only regular contact editor.
The two communicated only through text messages, never through voice messages, and never met in person.
Old Zhao once tried to arrange an in-person meeting in Ling Yi's city, but Ling Yi refused.
Later, Old Zhao tried to trace Ling Yi's location by IP address and found that the other party used a different proxy node each time he logged in, making it impossible to locate him.
Later, Old Zhao stopped trying.
He only cared about one thing: when to submit the new draft of " Reincarnation ".
As long as the manuscript is submitted on time, nothing else matters.
Ling Yi.
A voice interrupted his thoughts.
Ling Yi looked up and saw Zhou Yun standing next to his desk, holding a stack of test papers.
"Your Chinese composition."
Zhou Yun handed the test paper to him.
"The full score is sixty, and you got fifty-eight. The two points were deducted because your handwriting is a bit messy."
Ling Yi took the test paper and glanced at it.
These characters are definitely ugly!
"Your writing is very good." Zhou Yun looked at him, her tone carrying a complex emotion.
"It's so good it doesn't sound like something an 18-year-old high school student would write."
Ling Yi smiled and said, " Elder Zhou, I enjoy reading books for leisure in my spare time."
"What kind of frivolous books could you read to discover this kind of writing style?" Zhou Yun pressed.
"I'll watch all sorts of things!" Ling Yi shrugged.
Zhou Yun looked at him, remained silent for two seconds, did not ask any further questions, and turned to walk back to the podium.
The issue with Ling Yi's essays has shifted beyond whether they are well-written or not.
The things involved were even beyond her comprehension as a teacher.
Moreover, Ling Yi's writing style is all too familiar.
But how could that be possible!
Ling Yi lowered his head, his gaze returning to his textbook.
But what he was thinking about wasn't the textbook, but Zhou Yun's words.
There's nothing wrong with Zhou Yun's words; any language arts teacher would be curious about writing that exceeds a student's level.
But what if she digs in a little deeper?
If she were to casually search for "the best online novel authors of the last decade," find the name " Reincarnation," and then compare " Reincarnation's" writing style with the style of this essay, she could easily find the answer.
Ling Yi shrugged. He'd really become a coward after hiding for so long!
That's a bit of an overreaction.
Zhou Yun wasn't the type of person who would pay attention to the online literature community.
She teaches Chinese and reads works by authors like Shuren, Lao Shu, and The Ordinary World, not online novels.
However, Ling Yi decided that she would lower the level of her writing in school essays even further in the future.
Fifty-eight points is too high.
Next time, I'll aim for around 45 points.
He took out a pen and wrote a line of small print in the blank space of the textbook: [First principle of pseudonym management: Never display your true level in any public setting.]
This is the ironclad rule he set for himself over the past ten years.
Whether writing essays, taking exams, or interacting with people, he strictly adheres to one principle: do "good enough," but never "the best."
"Good enough" is for protecting cesium.
"Best" is the bullseye.
He looked at the line of text for two seconds, then crossed it out with his pen.
No trace should be left.
This is also one of the principles.
The third period in the morning was math. As usual, Ling Yi sat in the last row, ostensibly listening to the lesson, but actually reviewing today's stock market performance in his mind.
His phone lit up briefly under his desk.
The message came from LY's assistant: [Boss, all morning trading has been completed. As per your instructions, we bought 3 million shares of Bluefish Technology at 23.7 yuan, at an average price of 23.68 yuan, which is 0.02 yuan lower than expected.]
[In addition, all the new energy stocks from the previous batch have been sold off, with a total return of 372%, and the funds have been returned to the main account.]
Ling Yi glanced at it and replied: [Hold Blue Fish Technology for three months, target price 45 yuan, sell when it reaches that.]
[Also, please keep an eye on the US monetary policy meeting next week. If it releases easing signals, immediately increase your holdings in the securities sector.]
[receive.]
After replying, he silenced his phone and put it back in his desk.
The code name "LY" is a the Myth in the financial world.
It's the kind of the Myth that "cannot exist".
Because LY's trading style has surpassed the Limit of human traders.
His market predictions were frighteningly accurate.
Every time I established a position, I bought right at the lowest point.
Every time I cleared out my inventory, I sold right at the peak.
Every time I shorted a stock, it happened to be the day before the crash.
Someone has compiled LY's transaction records over the past three years.
A total of 472 transactions were made, with 469 profitable and only three losing, and none of the three losses exceeding 2%.
Winning rate: 99.4 percent.
Total return: 3,800 percent.
When this data was leaked on a financial forum, everyone thought it was fake.
I thought it was a joke.
Even many financial Big Shot have Taunt LY, saying that the data is all fake because only a god could achieve such a level of accuracy.
Only a very few people know that LY actually exists.
And it was just one person.
A living, breathing person.
When Ling Yi was twelve years old, he used the remaining 80,000 yuan from his insurance payout to open his first stock account.
He did not use any quantitative models, nor did he rely on any insider information.
He used the memories of two lifetimes.
The economic development trajectory of this world is highly similar to that of his previous world.
He knows which industries will rise, which companies will take off, which policies will be introduced, and which black swan events will occur.
He doesn't need to Future Precognition.
All he needs to do is "remember".
With an initial investment of 80,000 yuan, it grew to nearly 1 billion yuan in twelve years.
Of course, this process was not without its challenges.
In the early days, his trading was so precise that his account was flagged as an "abnormal account" by the risk control systems of several securities firms and was almost frozen.