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

"Oh my, it's not that I won't let you drink, it's that your instructor won't let you go~."

Zhao Zihong is so careless that she can't tell the difference between good and bad. Seeing that the freshmen standing at attention are about to lose their temper, she is still being shy and pretending to be a lady.

Song Tang and a few others were sitting not far away, laughing out loud at Zhao Zihong's ugly appearance. The freshmen were furious with her, but she was the only one who was still smug and thought she had tempted the freshmen.

Just when she thought it was about time and turned to leave, she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck.

At the same time, before she could react, she heard a majestic voice coming from not far behind her.

"Everyone, disperse and rest!"

What followed was the uproar of the freshmen who had been suppressed for a long time and then burst into roars.

Holy shit, they're disbanded? Who is this instructor who's so casual?

Zhao Zihong didn't even turn her head. Perhaps she could guess what would happen to her, so she ran away quickly.

When the freshmen who had just been dismissed saw that the mighty woman who had disgusted them so much was about to run away, how could they possibly let her succeed?

Then a hilarious scene occurred on the playground.

A strong girl holding a cup of milk tea was running wildly in front with a look of fear on her face, looking back from time to time.

Behind them were dozens of freshmen who were howling and gritting their teeth. It seemed that there was some deep hatred between the two sides.

At the place where the freshmen were standing at attention, their instructor was looking at Instructor Wu who was approaching with a speechless expression.

"Squad leader, why don't you just supervise and lead the team properly, but come here to make trouble? Look where all my students have gone." The dark-skinned young instructor said with a helpless smile.

If Zhao Zihong had not run away, she would probably have recognized the person in front of her. He was Instructor Wu, the instructor who led their military training last year.

It was he who shouted "disband" just now.

Instructor Wu looked at Zhao Zihong, who was being chased far away by the freshmen, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. Standing at attention is also exercise, and running is also exercise."

"Look at your students. They stood there for so long, but now they can catch up so quickly. Kill two birds with one stone."

Looking at the young soldier with a puzzled look on his face, Instructor Wu smiled and walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, that strong girl just now, and the three people in front of her who were trying to run away, are all students I taught last year. I was just teasing them for fun."

Instructor Wu explained it clearly, and the young soldier understood it.

It turns out that the class monitor met an old acquaintance and was using his own students to play a prank on him.

But it's also Zhao Zihong's own fault. If she hadn't committed suicide and aroused public anger, then even if Instructor Wu called for the group to be dismissed, it would have been useless, right?

……

Song Tang and the other two were sitting in the shade not far away, laughing at Zhao Zihong's pretentiousness, but they were completely shocked after a while.

Zhao Zihong, who was about to turn around and go home, suddenly started running wildly.

The freshmen who were standing in neat rows at attention behind her suddenly dispersed and chased after her, howling.

There were so many other military training teams on the huge playground, all looking over here curiously, even the instructors looked curious.

Song Tang and the other two were stunned and had no idea what was happening.

It was not until Zhao Zihong ran closer to them and they could see the panic expression on Zhao Zihong's face that the three of them stood up with horror on their faces.

It's too late to run away.

Not to mention that Zhao Zihong was running in the front like a big tiger, the group of freshmen chasing after her, howling and shouting, also looked like little wolf cubs.

Even if the three of them turned around and ran away now, it was not certain whether they could outrun the other party. Even the small skirts Song Tang and Ye Jin were wearing would not allow them to run away, right?

If you really dare to run around the playground in a little skirt, you will definitely expose yourself and make a fool of yourself.

The three of them stood up in fear and stretched out their hands towards Zhao Zihong who was running towards them. "Old Zhao, stop, stop, run away!"

The three of them were shouting quite loudly at this time, but Zhao Zihong was desperate and was running so fast that she couldn't hear what Song Tang and the others were shouting. She just had to run.

Under the desperate gaze of Song Tang and the others, Zhao Zihong ran and hid behind the three of them. A group of freshmen also surrounded her breathlessly.

Before anyone could angrily ask Zhao Zihong to come out, many of the freshmen who had gathered around exclaimed, and then everyone screamed in surprise.

"Miss Heika!"

"Sister Song Tang!"

Shouts of surprise rang out from the freshmen who gathered around.

The anger on everyone's faces disappeared, and this sudden change in attitude made Song Tang and the others, who were originally panicked, feel a lot more relaxed.

"Miss Heika, I finally meet you. I'm your fan. I enrolled in Kyoto Normal University just to meet you."

A little boy's surprised cry came from the crowd, and for a moment it attracted a lot of people's echoes.

Song Tang didn't expect that his influence would be so great now that he could even affect other people's choices of their choices.

In fact, she really has such a great influence now.

The school had previously planned to ask Song Tang to help shoot an enrollment video for the school, but in the end it was suppressed by the old principal.

Song Tang took over the affairs of some Asia-Pacific branches of Menglong Group's subsidiaries. Although ordinary people had no information at all, the upper class knew a lot.

Especially considering the old principal's administrative level, and the fact that he was the principal of the school Song Tang was studying at, it was very normal for him to know the news.

So, what was the idea behind asking the eldest daughter of Menglong Group to shoot an enrollment video for the school?

In fact, the old principal was a little too cautious. If he had discussed this matter with Song Tang, given Song Tang's personality, he might have accepted it.

……

Song Tang and the others were no longer nervous at this time. Looking at the enthusiastic younger classmates in front of her, she smiled and chatted with everyone while taking out her mobile phone to arrange cold drinks for everyone.

This incident was caused by my own bully roommate, and now everyone is chasing him.

What's more, after people caught up with me, they became polite when they saw me.

Whether it was out of favoritism for his fans or out of care for his younger classmates, Song Tang was quite happy to arrange cold drinks for everyone.

"Sister Song, have you come here to watch our freshmen's military training since classes haven't started yet?" A cute little school girl stood beside Song Tang with admiration on her face.

Nowadays, people on the Internet, especially Song Tang’s fans, have already known her name.

So the little girls didn't have to be shy and called her Sister Song Tang or Sister Song.

Some little boys are embarrassed to call her so intimately, and usually just call her Miss Black Card.

Song Tang chuckled as he looked at the junior schoolmate with a bun on her head standing in front of him. He gently pinched the bun on her head and nodded with a smile.

"Well, we haven't started classes yet. We were teased a lot by our seniors during military training last year. Now that we are sophomores, we also wanted to come and take a look." Song Tang explained with a smile, feeling deeply moved.

I can now make other people's dumplings. This is what it feels like.

No wonder everyone liked to pinch the little balls on her head.