The God of Wealth: The growth journey of the poor white rich beauty

Soon, the four of them found the class location in the Bishop's Building according to the prompts in the class group.

The campus is so huge that it took more than ten minutes to walk from the dormitory to the classroom, and this was because several people hurried up to avoid being late.

Every classroom in the huge Bishop's building was bustling with people, and the carefree freshmen were unrestrained and flamboyant.

Many people secretly glanced at Bai Tang along the way. Ye Jin told her this.

As they entered the classroom, they realized the teacher hadn't arrived yet. The class, which had been noisy, was now much quieter.

Zhao Zihong beckoned a few people to the back row. The class of about forty or fifty men and women all saluted the four of them.

In such an occasion, Zhao Zihong, a Northeasterner, was truly fearless. Not only did he calmly walk to the back with his roommates to find a seat, but he also kept smiling and greeting the students around him.

Bai Tang and Ye Jin followed behind her obediently. Being watched by dozens of people like this made them feel a little nervous.

Han Jing had been silent all the way up until now, following behind with her head lowered. Her roommates' exquisite attire made her ordinary clothes seem glaring. She felt as if everyone in the class was laughing at her.

Zhao Zihong went in first and took a seat in the third row from the back, followed by Bai Tang, Ye Jin, and Han Jing. Han Jing happened to be sitting at the very edge, next to the aisle.

The students in the front and back rows also greeted them. The enthusiasm of young people was so direct.

A few male classmates were still secretly looking at Bai Tang, and then gathered together to whisper something. The girls in the front row enviously asked Bai Tang why her skin was so good and how she maintained it.

After the initial nervousness, Bai Tang now felt much better.

Jin Duoduo once told her that college classmates were the last time in life when she could have pure friendship. She must cherish it, because when she entered society, interpersonal interactions would be mixed with other things.

She also used her own experience as an example. Back when she was at SKP, she was attracted to Bai Tang because she was so beautiful and she was also very curious about his black card. That's why she wanted to make friends with him.

If Bai Tang had not been so good-looking, or if she had not had the surprising black card, she probably would not have known Bai Tang.

Bai Tang knew that Jin Duoduo said such realistic words for her own good, so she didn't care after hearing it.

She knew that no matter what the reason for their first meeting, their friendship was good in the end, and that was enough. This kind of plot also suited Shen Aojun.

At this moment, Bai Tang looked at the girl in the front row named Yan Siyu who turned around and took the initiative to talk to her, and suddenly felt that what Jin Duoduo said made some sense.

Yan Siyu is not tall, and her slightly chubby face is particularly cute. She was originally chatting with her roommates when four girls came in through the door and attracted her attention.

When the other person sat behind her and she turned around to say hello, she realized that the girl behind her was so beautiful and had such good skin, she was simply the perfect match for her heart.

"Hello, my name is Yan Siyu. These are my roommates. What's your name? Your skin is so good." Yan Siyu looked at Bai Tang with excitement.

"My name is Bai Tang, Tang as in Begonia. My skin is natural, I just wash and take care of my face every day. They are my roommates." Bai Tang responded quickly to Yan Siyu's initiative.

"Hey, sister, which dormitory do you live in? We live in Room 207, Building ." The accent was obviously that of the silly Zhao Zihong.

"What a coincidence! We live in Room 213, Building , on the same floor." Another cheerful-looking girl seemed to get along well with Zhao Zihong.

Even Han Jing gradually joined in the harmonious atmosphere, and the eight girls chatted animatedly. The boys who had wanted to greet Bai Tang, Ye Jin, and Yan Siyu were now hesitant to approach them.

Firstly, the girls were chatting so well that it would be too abrupt to suddenly start a conversation. Secondly, Zhao Zihong's eyes were like flying knives, frightening the boys who were about to make a move.

Just when everyone had agreed to have lunch together, a young-looking woman walked into the classroom.

"Bang bang bang..."

The knocking sound on the desk made all the students quiet down.

Everyone sat quietly and looked at the woman on the podium. This should be their class teacher.

The freshmen who had just entered university still retained some of the fear they had of their teachers in high school and seemed unusually well-behaved.

Ding Ning was actually a little nervous. It was her first time teaching a class, and she wasn't sure if the students would be dismissive because of her youth.

I didn't expect that she could take control of the situation so easily.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her quietly, Ding Ning picked up the chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard.

"My name is Ding Ning. I'm a graduate who stayed on campus. I'm currently your class counselor. If nothing goes wrong, we'll be together for four years. You can call me Teacher Ding Ding."

The students in the audience looked at Ding Ning and wondered why she looked so young. It turned out that she was a senior who had just graduated.

"Teacher Ding Ding, I don't want to call you teacher. Can I call you senior sister?" A boy in the audience shouted in a funny way.

Ding Ning took a look and saw that he was a stylish and lively boy.

"It's not impossible. If you do well in the exam, I'll give you special approval." Ding Ning is also someone who can take a joke.

After just a few words, everyone was getting along. Ding Ning and the students were about the same age, so they had something in common. The students also thought it was nice to have a beautiful counselor a few years older than them, thankfully not a stiff old man like their high school homeroom teacher.

"Alright, alright. Time is running out and the task is heavy. Next, we'll take roll call and then go to the auditorium for the freshman celebration."

"Yan Siyu."

"Arrived~"

"Liu Huan~"

"Here!" It was the jumpy boy from before.

"Liu Haizhu~"

"Here!" He was a mighty and strong man of 190cm.

.........

"Bai Tang."

"Here." The voice was like the chirping of an oriole, attracting the attention of many people.

Ding Ning also looked up and was instantly stunned. Was this incredibly beautiful girl the one that Principal Sun had specifically asked him to pay attention to?

The roll call was quickly completed. There were fifty-five of us, neither too many nor too few. These would become the entire class of Drama, Film, and Television Literature at Kyoto Normal University.

"Everyone, go to the auditorium together. Don't run around by yourselves. Be careful not to get separated."

"You can leave after the celebration. Come back to the classroom at three o'clock in the afternoon. We will elect temporary class leaders, receive military training uniforms, and prepare for the military training that starts the day after tomorrow."

Ding Ning's words instantly sent the students into a collective groan. Military training! Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. I heard university military training is even stricter.

Looking at the students' expressions, Ding Ning also smiled secretly. She remembered that when she first entered school, they were also like this. Now the situation has changed.

The students followed Ding Ning out of the classroom and headed for the auditorium in an orderly manner. The eight girls from Bai Tang's and her two dormitories walked together, forming a beautiful sight.

Soon we arrived at the square outside the magnificent auditorium.

At this time, the square was filled with freshmen from various departments, all of whom entered the auditorium one by one under the guidance of their respective counselors.

Bai Tang and her classmates from the Drama, Film and Television Literature Class 1, along with the adjacent Class 2, were brought into the auditorium and seated.

The counselor for Class 2 was a man in his thirties. He stood aside and talked to Ding Ning.

The students in Class 2 looked at the young and beautiful teacher of Class 1 with envy in their eyes.

Soon, after all the freshmen were arranged, a slightly serious voice came from the auditorium speakers.