After severing ties, the biological parents regretted it

The students were very happy.

It was just a National Day, but Chen Pingan suddenly found that everyone seemed to have changed.

It seemed that after this holiday, all the freshmen had lost some of their immaturity and became more mature than before.

But this was just a feeling, and I couldn't explain it specifically.

As usual, the four of them sat in the last row.

Beijing University is one of the highest institutions of learning, and those who can enter are all chosen by the gods.

Needless to say, they are all self-disciplined.

After the morning class, they walked slowly towards the cafeteria.

Chen Pingan felt embarrassed because he made the other three people walk slowly like him.

"You can go first and take up a seat to get food. When I get there, you can eat directly!"

"That's right. I've wanted to do this for a long time!" Chi Yonghao was the first to agree, and he quickened his pace.

Chen Pingan smiled at Ding Junzhe and Li Hongzhong, "Go ahead, what are you waiting for! Don't let all the delicious food be sold out, or you won't be able to eat anything!"

Watching the two people quicken their pace to leave, he continued to walk slowly over.

The Beijing University canteen is well-known for its delicious food, large quantity and cheap price.

After eating, he returned to the dormitory and turned on the computer to take a look at today's stock market.

The decline before the National Day continued. Although there was a slight rebound, there was another wave of decline before the morning closing.

He opened the trend chart of the external market, looked at it once, and then turned off the computer.

In his memory, this period of time was a consolidation trend, and he was not interested in such a trend.

It happened that this period of time could be used to enrich his knowledge reserves in this area.

He only needed to listen to the content of the class once.

If it was a class like Marxist philosophy, he would have basically finished reading the book long ago, and in class he would just look down at the professional books he borrowed from the library.

Time passed quickly and was very fulfilling.

Every student seemed to be in a hurry. Even after class, they were no different from ordinary college students, but when it came to studying, they were all serious.

The free and easy college life in the novel seemed to have nothing to do with their school.

There were no teachers to supervise, and no one to manage, but no matter where you went, you could see people studying.

In this environment, it was impossible not to work hard.

The weekend was coming soon.

There were already 34 people in the group who had signed up for club activities.

Chen Pingan looked carefully at everyone's names. Except for Huo Shiyun and Dong Wanwan, he didn't know any of them.

But these were not a problem.

According to what he said when he signed up last time, he planned to bring a computer and a notebook and study hard with those seniors.

Ding Junzhe naturally went to play basketball.

This is basically where he goes every afternoon when he is free.

Apart from his smelly feet, Chen Pingan really thinks that Ding Junzhe, a beautiful boy from Northeast China, has no shortcomings.

This guy has been asked for WeChat countless times so far, which is really enviable.

But Ding Junzhe also envies Chen Pingan sometimes, such as on Sundays.

On Friday night, Chen Pingan went home for dinner as Liu Qing requested, and brought back junk food for Chen Shuhui.

On Saturday, he studied miscellaneous knowledge with Chen Shaohua for two hours, and then read books.

He rushed to school early on Sunday morning, and did not even bring breakfast to the people in the dormitory, but went directly to the activity venue of the club.

The Financial Technology Association was supported by the college when it was first established. It is slightly different from other ordinary clubs, that is, the composition and core members of this club.

It is not only a club that freshmen can join, but also a club that is closely integrated with the Graduate School.

Otherwise, why do others use the name of "XXX Club" while they use the high-end and high-end name of "Association"?

Moreover, so far, the Fintech Association is the only student-based club named after the association.

Chen Pingan also inquired about the nature of this club privately, but found nothing.

In addition to knowing that the real boss of the association is a certain old professor, the other vice presidents and the like are all big shots from all grades of the college.

For example, Confucius said, isn’t this name awesome?

But the real thing about him is not his name, but his achievements in the field of computer technology.

It is said that this senior built a model independently, and the first version sold for a sky-high price.

price.

He is now interning at the buyer's company, which is really awesome.

But he has only known a few people so far.

Huo Shiyun, Dong Wanwan, and Kong Ziyue.

Just three.

And each of them is a senior.

As for whether there are other freshmen, he doesn't know.

Today is the first time to appear in the club, and Chen Pingan decided not to bring crutches.

After changing into a new set of clothes, he slowly walked to the activity point with a backpack on his back.

A building with only 5 floors, there is no obvious sign outside.

The only thing you can see is a display board at the door, which reads "Financial Technology Association Activity is on the third floor, 306".

He came early, but he also saw someone carrying a backpack.

Some people even put water cups in the side pockets of their backpacks.

He walked slowly, so from time to time someone passed him, and even glanced at this new face from the side.

Room 306 on the third floor.

There is no special house number on the door.

There were already quite a few people in the large double-door room.

When Chen Pingan walked in, he saw Huo Shiyun and Dong Wanwan, two people he knew, talking to each other in front of the computer screen.

Others who knew each other greeted each other and asked about where they went during the holidays.

Looking around, Kong Ziyue did not show up, so he had to sit in the corner of the last row.

He took out his laptop and put it on the table, then took out a book "Stock Market Psychological Game" and started reading.

At nine o'clock, Kong Ziyue came in with a computer, and after connecting it to the huge screen, some data popped up on the screen.

"Hello, everyone, how was your holiday?"

Kong Ziyue exchanged a few words of nonsense and then got to the point.

"This is the first activity of our club in the new semester. Those who can come are true fans, hehe...

The main content of today's activity is to let some newcomers meet everyone. In addition, someone has taken out a small model to evaluate the turning point of market sentiment of a single product..."

Chen Ping'an was sitting below and was confused.

But at least he knew that the use of this model was actually not very useful.

The trading heat of any financial product is not a continuous behavior.

It is very likely that the largest volume and the most frequent transactions of the day will be completed in just a few minutes.

In the rest of the time, there are not many tickets traded, and the frequency is not high.

He instinctively thought that this thing was of no use to him.

But obviously Confucius also knew it.

He focused on the sampling model of this heat value.

Chen Ping'an, who was sitting at the back, didn't understand it very well, but still tried to remember every word of Confucius.

I will study it slowly when I have time.

In his eyes, most people listened with great interest, while some people didn't care. At least from his position, he could see that some people didn't even look up, but focused on their computers...

"This semester, the club plans to hold a real-time competition. The prize money is not much, only 20,000.

If you are interested, tell me after you come down."

Kong Ziyue's voice was indifferent, as if he had no interest in this kind of real-time competition, and this was more like a task imposed by the superiors.

At the end, he added a sentence.

"There are conditions for participating in the competition. If you don't have any strength, don't sign up. After all, the real-time competition uses your own money and takes up time."

Chen Ping'an's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Senior Kong..."

He stood up and said, "In addition to funds, do we have to use a specified model?"

His voice made everyone turn their heads and look over.