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It was exactly 3 p.m.

The closing bell, like a dull death knell, shattered the last glimmer of hope in Wang Hao's heart.

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant, repeatedly muttering, "It's over...it's all over...ten million...gone just like that..."

That was an astronomical figure he never dared to dream of in his entire life, and in just ten minutes, he witnessed it turn into a bunch of worthless, trapped stock codes.

The culprit who caused all this simply calmly put his phone back in his pocket, then reached out and tried to pull him up from the ground.

"Let's go eat."

Zhang Yan's tone was so calm, it was as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."

"Eat...a meal?"

Wang Hao looked up dejectedly, his chubby face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, tears welling in his eyes. "Brother Yan! You're so carefree! That's ten million! You're going bankrupt tomorrow! How can you even eat?!"

Zhang Yan looked at him with a helpless expression, as if the sky had fallen.

He certainly saw those strange thirty seconds before the market closed.

That mysterious sum of hundreds of millions of dollars, like a bull charging into a porcelain shop, forcefully pried open the limit-down and pulled the stock price up from -10% to -4.88%.

Although the account still shows a floating loss of nearly 500,000, all of this was within the expectations of [Investment Eye].

This is just the beginning.

The real show is yet to come in three days.

Of course, he couldn't explain these things to Wang Hao.

"We can't go bankrupt."

Zhang Yan spoke succinctly, then tightened his grip and pulled Wang Hao up from the ground. "Trust me, let's go eat."

Wang Hao was pulled along by him, staggering as he walked out, muttering to himself.

He now looked at Zhang Yan as if he were looking at a gambler who had lost all his wealth and gone insane, his eyes filled with sympathy, regret, and incomprehensible heartache.

The two had just stepped out of the dormitory building and hadn't gone far when they saw a large crowd gathered on the main road of the campus, with noise and commotion filling the air.

In the center of the crowd, a bright red Ferrari SF90, like a wild beast poised to pounce, arrogantly stopped on the roadside.

A young man wearing a flashy Versace shirt and with flaxen hair was leaning against the car door, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, talking impatiently to the girls in front of him.

Standing opposite him was Su Wanqing.

Her beautiful face was now completely bloodless, her eyes were red and swollen, clearly she had just been crying, and she was shaking her head vigorously, as if rejecting something.

"Oh, isn't that Young Master Li? What brings him back?"

"I heard he just came back from abroad and went straight to see Su, the school beauty, as soon as he got off the plane. But when he heard about what happened in the cafeteria yesterday, he turned green with anger."

"This is going to be interesting. Li Zifeng has been pursuing Su Wanqing for so many years, and now someone else has beaten him to it, and he's even a 'gold digger.' Can he stand it?"

Every word of the surrounding chatter reached Zhang Yan's ears.

He didn't stop walking, showing no interest in this pointless dispute, only wanting to get away from the crowd and quickly fill his stomach.

But even though he wanted to leave, trouble kept finding him.

"stop!"

A loud shout came from the center of the crowd.

The young man named Li Zifeng stubbed out his cigarette, pushed through the crowd, and, with several equally shady-looking followers, menacingly blocked Zhang Yan's path.

He looked Zhang Yan up and down, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt and provocation, as if he were looking at a stray dog ​​that had wandered into his territory.

"You are Zhang Yan?"

Li Zifeng raised his chin, speaking arrogantly.

Zhang Yan frowned slightly and remained silent.

Upon seeing this scene, Wang Hao, standing nearby, was so frightened that his legs went weak. He quickly leaned close to Zhang Yan's ear and whispered in a barely audible voice, "Brother Yan, this is Li Zifeng, one of the 'Four Young Masters' of Jinghai. His family is in real estate; they're incredibly wealthy. He's a notorious playboy who's been pursuing Su Wanqing since high school. You...you absolutely mustn't mess with him!"

Seeing that Zhang Yan ignored him, Li Zifeng assumed that Zhang Yan was afraid, and the sarcasm on his face became even stronger.

"What? Are you mute?"

He scoffed and pointed at Su Wanqing, whose face was deathly pale, not far away. "So, you're the one who made my Wanqing sad?"

"A gigolo who lives off women dares to play hard to get? Take a good look at yourself in the mirror, do you even deserve it?"

As soon as he said this, a burst of laughter erupted around him.

The words "pretty boy" stung Wang Hao like needles, making his face burn.

However, Zhang Yan's expression remained calm and still, without even the slightest ripple.

He merely glanced at Li Zifeng indifferently, his gaze as if he were looking at a clown.

Then he turned around, ready to leave.

This feeling of being completely ignored made Li Zifeng angrier than any direct rebuttal.

His face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he strode forward, blocking Zhang Yan again, his voice becoming fierce.

"Want to leave? Not so easy!"

"Kid, I don't care which rich woman you've hooked up with, if you dare make Wanqing shed tears, this isn't over!"

"I heard you play the piano quite well?"

"What, does that old woman like your style?"

"Do you have to play her a lullaby to liven things up when you're in bed?"

Li Zifeng's words became increasingly vulgar and offensive.

The surrounding laughter grew louder and louder.

Zhang Yan stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned around, and a hint of coldness finally appeared in his clear eyes, which had been calm and unwavering.

He may not care what others say about him, but he will never allow anyone to insult Nie Qingcheng with such filthy words.

"Is there something you need?"

Zhang Yan's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Li Zifeng thought his words had worked, and became even more smug. He pointed to the basketball court not far away, raising his chin even higher.

"Stop pretending to be so profound! Want to mess with me?"

"Just the two of us, one-on-one basketball game! Ten minutes, whoever scores higher wins!"

He patted his henchman on the shoulder, a cruel smile on his face, and announced the bet.

"The loser kneels on the ground, kowtows three times to the winner, and calls him 'Grandpa' three times!"

"How about it? Dare to play, pretty boy?"

All eyes in the room instantly focused on Zhang Yan.

Everyone knows that Li Zifeng is the shooting guard on the school basketball team. Although he got in by paying money, his skills are definitely top-notch among ordinary people.

This one-on-one duel was a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

Everyone was waiting to see Zhang Yan make a fool of himself, waiting to see him get thoroughly humiliated by Li Zifeng.

Wang Hao was so anxious he was almost in tears, clinging tightly to Zhang Yan's arm and shaking his head repeatedly, "Brother Yan! No! Don't fall for it! He's deliberately humiliating you!"

However, just when everyone thought Zhang Yan would find an excuse to refuse.

The cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding! Host detected being subjected to malicious provocation, family members verbally abused. Hidden quest triggered!]

[Mission Name: Teach a Lesson to the Spoiled Brat!]

[Mission Requirements: On the basketball court, completely overwhelm Li Zifeng with your superior skills and uphold your family's honor!]

[Mission Reward: God-level Basketball Mastery!]

A massive flow of information instantly flooded into Zhang Yan's brain.

From Jordan's fadeaway jumper to Curry's long-range three-pointer, from Iverson's dazzling dribble to O'Neal's thunderous dunks... all the skills, tactics, and physical memory related to basketball transformed into his most primal instincts at this moment.

He felt as if he had been playing in the NBA for twenty years, and every cell in his body was filled with control over basketball.

Zhang Yan slowly pushed away Wang Hao's hand that was holding him.

He raised his head and looked directly at Li Zifeng's face, which was filled with arrogance and cruelty.

"A one-on-one fight? Sure."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.

Li Zifeng's smile grew even more sinister: "You've got some guts, kid! Get ready to call me grandpa!"

The surrounding noise reached its peak.

However, the next second.

Zhang Yan's calm and composed voice rang out again, but it was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the entire venue.

"However, kneeling down and calling someone 'Grandpa' is too childish."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the bright red Ferrari behind Li Zifeng, then pointed towards the parking lot, where a matte black Cullinan was parked quietly.

In the deathly silence of the entire room, Zhang Yan looked at Li Zifeng, a faint smile playing on his lips, yet one that sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Let's go all out."

"The loser smashed his own car."