HLM – Chapter 905 Snow White

A wild party was going on, and all through it, Wang Bo felt like he was in a public toilet back home.

He couldn’t understand why the herring cans smelled so terrible—not only bad, but they had a sour aftertaste. After taking a whiff, he finally understood what people meant by a “pungent, sour kick.”

Luckily, the cans had been opened in the open area by the lakeside. If it had been inside the castle… Wang Bo didn’t dare imagine.

With the mountain wind blowing, the smell gradually dispersed, but it still took four or five hours to completely vanish. The clinging power of that smell was something Wang Bo had never encountered in his life.

If it weren’t for the herring cans, tonight’s New Year’s carnival would have been perfect. But even this incident wasn’t really a flaw—many people turned it into a story, laughing endlessly.

The herring cans became an instant sensation. Many people pulled out their phones to search for and buy them—some for pranks, some out of curiosity, and some purely to torture themselves by trying it.

Wang Bo definitely didn’t want to experience that feeling again. The person had been right: roasted herring cans were ferocious. Compared to them, roasted dog poop would be like a grilled sausage.

He ran into Atulu, who was busily devouring a burger, and asked, “The eight cans I gave you—did you eat them all?”

Atulu shook his head. “No. We ate six and kept two. We plan to eat them on February 6th, on Fettisdagen—that’s Swedish gourmet!”

Wang Bo patted his shoulder. “I have to admit, I underestimated you before. You really are a tough guy, not a softy.”

“Of course not!” Atulu fumed. “That’s an insult to the Māori warriors!”

Midnight came. The weather was good, and a full moon hung in the sky. But, as the saying goes, “the moon is bright but the stars are few.” The night sky wasn’t very brilliant—only a few stars twinkled sparsely.

Wang Bo stepped onto the stage and shouted, “Fireworks, get ready! Let’s welcome the New Year!”

Bowen waved from below: “Last minute countdown, start! 59! 58!”

A large clock stood in front of the bonfire, its dial illuminated by the fiery glow. The second hand moved steadily—just one more rotation, and all three hands would align at 12.

“Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year, my friends!”

“Blessings to you, blessings to all of you, my friends! Happy New Year!”

Shouts of celebration erupted. Excited men and women hugged everyone nearby, whether they knew them or not.

“And blessings to you too, cute big dog!” a girl said, hugging Zhuang Ding, who was gnawing on a bone.

Zhuang Ding blinked and rubbed her face with his head in response.

Seeing this, others found it adorable and rushed over to hug him, surrounding him instantly.

“…3!” “2!” “1! Happy New Year!”

As the hands of the clock aligned, Wang Bo waved, and dozens of brilliant fireworks “bang! bang! bang!” shot into the sky, transforming into sparkling stars.

In the distant sky, fireworks went off in sync—Aocheng, Wanderer Town, Luis Town, and more—all ignited at the same moment.

One firework exploded into a giant smiling face; some turned into countless shooting stars, their trails streaking across the sky; others were cluster bombs, splitting into multiple explosions that produced dozens of fireworks.

The night sky transformed into a sea of stars, dazzling like the galaxy.

The New Year’s carnival would continue all night. New Zealanders loved to make noise, and Wang Bo didn’t go back to sleep early; he stayed, drinking and shouting.

He opened the sandbox view and saw a little white fox anxiously lying in the grass at the castle gate, peeking toward the lakeside, then lowering its head to nibble on a boiled egg. Dale had cooked a bunch for it.

Next to it, a small white calf lay quietly, eyes closed in a light doze.

Motion and stillness—the two snowy little creatures formed a stark contrast.

Both the white fox and the calf disliked crowded, noisy places. The fox was even afraid of such an environment, so Wang Bo had left them at the castle.

He had imbued the little white fox with a first-level Soul Heart from his container of spare Lord Hearts. Now, the little fox was quite spirited.

The night-long party was also for watching the first sunrise of the New Year.

Atulu, Xiao Si, and the others already knew they would be watching the sunrise from the observation tower. As dawn approached, they clamored to head to the castle.

Wang Bo shrugged. “What can I say? Come on, guys!”

“Will it hold so many people? Is it safe?” Eva asked, concerned.

Wang Bo pulled her close and kissed her deeply. “It can hold everyone. You, me, and Dale won’t go up.”

Dale pouted. “Why not? Dale wants to see the sunrise first!”

Wang Bo taught her: “You need to think of others. You’ve seen many sunrises from the tower, but Xiao Si and Ron haven’t.”

Dale nodded reluctantly. “Okay… but next year, I’ll be the first.”

Dr. Yi sighed: “The mayor really values children’s education. I need to learn from him.”

Bowen frowned: “Damn it… based on what I know of Wang Bo, this isn’t his style.”

The group climbed the observation tower. The sky was turning pale; the first rays of the sun were about to appear.

At that moment, a helicopter roared to life. Everyone looked up in shock and saw Wang Bo in the co-pilot seat, grinning mischievously and waving: “Goodbye, darlings!”

Bowen cursed: “Fuck! See? I knew this guy would never…”

“Sun! The sun is up! Hooray!” Juan shouted, cutting him off.

No one paid attention to Wang Bo’s antics now—they all tiptoed to watch the sunrise in the east.

The sun rose, bathing the sky in golden light!

The new year had officially begun. Daybreak had come, and Wang Bo was ready to go back to sleep.

They disembarked from the helicopter. The little white fox ran over lightly, weaving around Wang Bo and Eva’s legs like a puppy. Unlike a puppy, it moved with extreme grace, never getting stepped on.

Dale worriedly called out, “Little White, come here! Be careful!”

The fox didn’t even look back, sniffing and nipping at Wang Bo’s pant legs instead.

Dale pouted: “I fed you, and you don’t even notice me!”

Eva comforted her: “It doesn’t know you’re calling it yet. Also, ‘Little White’ might be too ordinary a name. It doesn’t like it.”

“What should we call it?”

Eva looked at the nearby queen, then at the snow-white Arctic fox: “Call it Princess. Full name: Snow White. Nickname: Princess?”

Wang Bo agreed: “Perfect. Princess—don’t bite my pants anymore. You’re a princess now!”