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

On the way back to school, Zhao Zihong behaved very abnormally and became very quiet, which made everyone a little uncomfortable.

She is the one who talks the most on weekdays, and with so many things happening today, it is the perfect time for her to be explaining things to everyone with great enthusiasm.

It was not until they parked the car in the parking lot next to the dormitory and everyone was walking towards the dormitory together that Song Tang could no longer hold back and spoke.

"Old Zhao, are you worried about something?" Song Tang looked at the abnormal Zhao Zihong with a little worry. If she had not been able to eat and drink before, Song Tang would have thought that she was beaten by Wang Cheng.

Han Jing and Ye Jin also noticed something was wrong, so they came over to surround her and pinched her.

Zhao Zihong came to her senses and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She saw that everyone was surrounding her like curious babies, with concern on their faces.

Zhao Zihong felt warm in her heart, but she still had to explain to Song Tang and the others, otherwise she would have no peace today. These three people could strip her naked and check her in the dormitory.

"I'm fine. My body isn't bad enough to be hurt by a push. I was just thinking about something." Zhao Zihong said as he showed everyone a fist-clenching and arm-bending movement, and patted his hard biceps to show that he was fine.

If a person who is cheerful and noisy every day suddenly becomes silent and calm, people around her who are used to her will think that she is in a bad mood or something has happened to her. Sometimes, she is just in a daze.

Seeing that Zhao Zihong was really fine, the other three finally felt relieved.

Ye Jin put his hand on Zhao Zihong's shoulder with great effort, feeling like he was hanging on her.

"I see. You must be feeling down because you didn't beat anyone today." Ye Jin teased Zhao Zihong while clinging to her. "Comrade Zhao usually treats us like chickens in the dormitory. Today, he finally got humiliated. It's normal for him to feel down."

“Hahahahahaha…”

Ye Jin's words made Song Tang and Han Jing beside him laugh out loud.

Zhao Zihong turned his head with a frown on his face and looked at Ye Jin hanging on his shoulder. How could this brat's words touch people's hearts?

But Zhao Zihong really didn't do that because of this.

Given her personality, she would at most be depressed for a while at first, but she wouldn't be unhappy until now.

"That's not the reason. I was thinking about something else."

After saying this, Zhao Zihong suddenly stopped, and the Ye Jin hanging on his body was also flashed.

"Tangtang, you say..."

Zhao Zihong looked at Song Tang, seeming to be hesitant to speak, while Song Tang looked at her curiously: "Just say it, it's not like you, Zhao Zihong, to be so shy."

After hearing Song Tang's words, Zhao Zihong's expression suddenly became firm: "You said your bodyguard is Sister Qiongying... Can I learn kung fu from her? Will she teach me?"

Song Tang shook his head after hearing this, while Zhao Zihong was a little disappointed. But then Song Tang said, "I don't know either, but I can ask for you."

Song Tang took out his cell phone and called Qiongying. Zhao Zihong stood beside her feeling a little uneasy.

After a while, Qiongying's figure appeared, and no one knew where she came from.

"Miss, what's the matter?"

Qiongying walked closer and looked at the four little girls in front of her. Everyone else seemed normal, but Zhao Zihong, who she had a deep impression of, seemed inexplicably excited and uneasy at this moment.

"Sister Qiongying, this is the case. Is it possible for you to teach Zhao Zihong some boxing and kicking?" Song Tang asked, and Zhao Zihong's eyes were full of anticipation.

So that's what's going on, Qiongying thought, and she looked Zhao Zihong up and down carefully, which made Zhao Zihong nervous.

"Sorry, miss, I can't teach her." After looking at Zhao Zihong, Qiongying shook her head and said to Song Tang, while looking at Zhao Zihong with a slightly apologetic look.

Zhao Zihong was somewhat disappointed. She had hesitated for so long today because she was afraid of such a situation. Sure enough, the result she least wanted to see finally happened.

But before Song Tang could open his mouth to ask why, Qiongying gave an explanation.

"I saw Zhao Zihong's stance before. You've practiced boxing before, right?"

Zhao Zihong nodded quickly upon hearing this. She had indeed practiced boxing before.

Since she was a child, she has had better physical fitness than the average boy and is more naughty than boys.

Later, she got in touch with fitness and went to the gym every few days. Her parents were open-minded people and did not object to her.

Later, a boxing coach came to the gym she often went to, and the gym naturally set up a ring and started a boxing program.

Since then, Zhao Zihong has fallen in love with boxing, a violent sport. She even neglected her studies to practice boxing. Otherwise, with her previous grades, she should have been able to get into a better university.

When Zhao Zihong was in high school, he was the legendary top student who could do well in exams even without studying.

"It's like this. The boxing that Zhao Zihong practices is strictly speaking a type of modern fighting." Qiongying pulled the four of them to sit on the long stone bench beside the path.

"As for me, I practice the ancient martial art, Wing Chun."

As soon as Qiongying finished speaking, the four little ones all looked at her in surprise with their mouths wide open.

"There really are ancient martial arts. I always thought they were made up in novels, movies and TV dramas." Zhao Zihong said softly in a daze after being surprised.

Qiongying nodded, "Yes, ancient martial arts have always existed, but people just don't see them normally."

"What you usually see are martial arts performances, which are different from real ancient martial arts killing techniques."

Qiongying's words made them all a little dazed. What a killing skill! No wonder Qiongying beat people so fiercely. And when they saw Chen Xiong beating Ding Sanxi before, it was so brutal.

It turns out that these are all killing skills, aimed at taking lives.

Seeing that they had calmed down a little, Qiong Ying spoke again.

"She wants to learn from me, but practicing ancient martial arts is impossible. We all started strengthening our muscles and developing our potential since we were young."

"At Zhao Zihong's age, this is no longer realistic."

"So it's not that I don't want to teach her, but I can't teach her at all. She won't be able to learn it. Even if she practices, it will just be a waste of time."

Although Qiongying's words were cruel, everyone understood them.

Qiongying actually admired Zhao Zihong very much, otherwise she wouldn't have stopped for a moment to see her attitude.

Not to mention his skills, even Zhao Zihong's courage has some of the shadow of a warrior.

Seeing the four little ones looking a little dejected, Qiong Ying smiled slightly, "But it's not like she can't learn."

Eh~? The four originally disappointed people all looked up at Qiongying. Is this a ray of hope?

"I can't teach her, but there are people who can. However, I don't know if they are willing to teach her."

Qiongying's words gave Zhao Zihong some hope again. She looked at Qiongying eagerly, then at Song Tang, with pleading eyes like a huge pitiful puppy.

Song Tang was left in a state of confusion by Zhao Zihong's behavior. As the guardian of Women's Dormitory 2, when had Zhao Zihong ever had such a pitiful expression?

Song Tang could only use his eyes to signal Zhao Zihong to calm down, and then turned to Qiongying who had been smiling.

"Sister Qiongying, who can teach her?"