Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 673

Snapping out of her thoughts, Mira noticed Elara and Leah checking identical text notifications.

The three of them headed to the student activity center. The sprawling corridors were buzzing with students streaming into various club rooms.

The FinTech Society's meeting room had zero flashy signage—just the word "Finance" stamped on the double doors. Inside, a sizable crowd had already gathered.

When Mira and her friends walked in, Quentin Reed, the club president, gave them an acknowledging nod. Harvey Rivers and his crew were already seated, waving the girls over.

A booming voice echoed from the front as an upperclassman gave a crash course on the society's history. Mira and her friends quietly tuned in.

The FinTech Society was entirely student-run, with the vice presidents and executive board roles filled by the absolute prodigies of each academic year.

President Quentin Reed, for example, had coded an algorithmic trading model from scratch. Its very first iteration had sold for an astronomical sum in the real world.

He even interned at the buyer's hedge fund in his spare time. He was a bona fide heavyweight.

No wonder he hadn't immediately jumped at Mira's offer to join Solflare Group.

A few minutes later, an older student in thick black-rimmed glasses walked in, balancing a laptop under his arm.

Mira didn't recognize him, but all the senior members immediately stood up, greeting him with striking reverence.

Once everyone settled, Mira leaned over to a nearby upperclassman and learned his name: Wesley Langdon, a formidable graduate student.

With the room packed, Quentin wrapped up the small talk and cut straight to the chase.

"This is the FinTech Society's first official gathering of the year. I know everyone here is dead serious about the markets...

Yet he seemed hyper-focused on the momentum-sampling aspect of the model.

"This semester, the society is hosting a Live-Trading Challenge. The prize pool is small—only twenty thousand dollars.

"If you've got the stomach for it, come see me after the meeting."

Wesley Langdon looked bored, his tone flat as he elaborated on the rules. He clearly viewed the competition as a tedious chore handed down by university administration.

Mira recalled a rumor that an elusive veteran finance professor secretly backed the society, though he rarely made an appearance.

"One final thing," Quentin added, his gaze sharpening. "There's a barrier to entry. If you don't have the skills, do not waste our time.

"This is live trading. You're using your own capital, and it's going to eat up a massive amount of your time."