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

"Oh, go slower, be careful not to fall." Zhou Jing felt like an old mother, worrying herself to death.

"Haha, I get it, Madam Zhou~~." Song Tangjiao smiled and turned back to respond to Zhou Jing. She looked like an elf in the snow.

However, the beautiful scene did not last long. Song Tang, who had just finished shouting, slipped and sat down on the ground, sliding away.

Zhou Jing, who was standing at the door, slapped his forehead and thought, what a unlucky kid.

The roommates around him hurriedly pulled Song Tang up. The child was fat and wearing heavy clothes.

Song Dabo didn't mind his cold feet. Wearing the little red vest prepared for him by Zhou Jing, he strolled around Song Tang, occasionally jumping up to catch the snowflakes. He was very curious about this world of falling snow, adding some unique vitality to the yard.

Seeing that they were having fun without any problems, Zhou Jing smiled and went about her own business.

Zhou Jing had arranged for people to clean the roads in other courtyards of the entire quadrangle early in the morning, leaving only Song Tang's main courtyard untouched. She knew that her young lady would definitely play in the snow for a while.

No matter how rich he is, he is still just over eighteen years old and has a childish mind.

"Miss, would you like to have breakfast at the West Wing restaurant, or should I bring it back here for you?"

Just when the snowman was half built, Zhou Jing stood at the archway at the west wing and called Song Tang and the others.

Everyone looked at each other and their hands moved faster.

"Let's go to the west wing and eat. Wait a moment, our snowman will be done soon."

Song Tang shouted as he pushed the troublesome Song Da aside.

This little rascal wanted to dig a hole in a snowman when others were making it. The more people tried to stop it, the more excited it became. It seemed that it was determined to compete with everyone.

In the end, everyone had no choice but to hand it over to their old enemy Zhao Zihong for temporary detention.

Ten minutes later, the snowman was completed. It had Song Tang's Hermès scarf tied around its neck and a Chanel hat on its head. It was just a little small and looked funny on the snowman's big head.

Everyone was laughing and giggling, their faces flushed from the cold, their cold and red hands trembling as they took pictures of each other with their phones. It's true that young people are still full of energy.

As for Song Dabotou? He was being held under Zhao Zihong's armpits. He struggled in vain, meowing in anger.

Even so, no one dared to put it down. This little destroyer could easily make a big hole in the snowman if you weren't careful.

After finally taking the photos and posting them on WeChat Moments, everyone quickly ran towards the west wing. Only after the hustle and bustle did they feel the cold.

After entering the room, Zhou Jing first took towels for everyone, wiped them, and then shook off the snow on their bodies.

After dinner, Zhou Jing sent Song Tang, three others and the cat back to the main room to change their clothes quickly. The moisture on their clothes had melted away while they were eating.

Several people changed into dry clothes in the house and decided not to go out. It was really a bit cold. Only Song Datou sat by the window unwillingly, meowing at the snowman in the yard.

Heavy snow fell for two days in a row, and the entire city of Kyoto was covered in white. The accumulated snow on the road caused many vehicles to slip and scratch.

Seeing that classes were about to start the next day, Zhou Jing did not let Song Tang and the others drive themselves. Instead, she arranged for Wei Wu and the others to drive a four-wheel drive Land Rover equipped with snow tires to take them back to school.

Along the way, the two Land Rovers drove steadily on the icy and snowy road, one in front and one behind.

Song Tang and his friends leaned on the car windows and looked at the world of ice and snow outside. Occasionally, they could see some cars skidding out of control and drifting to the side of the road, or bumping into other cars.

Song Tang and Han Jing beside him looked at each other in bewilderment. This was too much. When they were about to go back to school after lunch, they had even thought about driving themselves.

Fortunately, Zhou Jing stopped them and arranged a car to take them back to school. Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether they would also slip around like these cars.

The journey was relatively safe and sound. During the journey, we encountered three cars that skidded and lay across the road. The cars behind them were stuck and couldn't pass at all. Wei Wu and Feng Bo even got out of their cars to help push the car.

When they arrived at the dormitory door, Song Tang, Han Jing and Ye Jin, who had been tense, finally relaxed. Only Zhao Zihong, a girl from Northeast China, remained calm.

When Ye Jin asked her why she wasn't afraid, Zhao Zihong said, "It's like this every year in our area. I've seen it so many times that it doesn't matter anymore."

Well, everyone then remembered that this was exactly the case in Zhao Zihong’s hometown. No one had thought about it in this way before.

He quickly took the snacks and desserts that Zhou Jing had brought him, as well as Song Da Naotou hidden in his bag, and walked towards the dormitory building.

Before leaving, Song Tang reminded Wei Wu and the others to drive slowly and be careful on the way home.

It was not until they saw Song Tang's back, carrying a small bag, disappear into the dormitory building that Wei Wu and Feng Bo smiled at each other. The young lady was still a worrywart.

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The next day, the weather was clear. Although the temperature was still low, the sun was shining brightly.

Song Tang and his friends who went to class early in the morning were truly enlightened and gained a lot of knowledge. The huge campus was indeed full of talented people and masters.

From the dormitory to the cafeteria, and then from the cafeteria to the teaching building, the snow scenes in various poses along the way were so diverse that they were comparable to an art exhibition, and everyone was dazzled.

Many people were late for class because they were curious about the scenery and taking photos along the way, of course, including Song Tang and others.

Fortunately, the professor in class today seemed in a good mood. Perhaps he had noticed the snowmen, too. Or perhaps the heavy snow had just stopped, and he was considering the students' slow pace?

Ye Jin showed everyone some photos she had taken with her phone. Some of the snowmen were made to look like Doraemon, others like Big Bear and Little Bear, each one looking very lifelike.

The most amazing one is the one in the open space in front of the teaching building. Someone actually built a Venus de Milo statue here!

There were so many students taking photos in front of this snowman that even many faculty and staff looked at it curiously and marveled at it. It turns out there are some talented people among college students.

As the weather cleared up every day, these landscapes created in the snow gradually began to melt and be damaged, and some of them were deliberately destroyed by some impatient students.

But these are all trivial matters, because the winter vacation dates have been determined. It will start on the 8th and last until February 18th after the Chinese New Year, a full 42 days.

This news was like heavenly music to the freshmen who were away from home for the first time. It was obvious that many people could not concentrate on the last few days of classes.

In the dormitory, the four of them had no classes in the afternoon, so they were sitting together chatting, with dried fruits and snacks on the table.

"My ticket is already bought. Where's yours?" Ye Jin asked. Her home was in Shanghai, not far from Kyoto. High-speed rail would take her there directly, making it fast and convenient. Her parents would pick her up at the station.

"We've bought everything." Zhao Zihong and Han Jing had also bought their tickets home in advance.

Everyone looked at Song Tang, who was eating melon seeds, not knowing whether she would spend the New Year in Kyoto or return to her hometown.

Seeing everyone looking at her, Song Tang shook her head and said, "I didn't buy a ticket."

Song Tang had spoken about her family before, so during the sensitive period of the New Year, no one wanted to mention it, lest she upset Song Tang.

"How about you and I go back to Northeast China to celebrate the New Year?"