Xiao Ping said in surprise: "Of course the jockey is me, my horse will not let others ride!"

For Xiao Ping, who can be called a horse racing idiot, his impression of horse racing is only a dozen or so horses galloping on the track, and some people cheering and some frustrated when the fastest horse crosses the finish line. As for professional jockeys or something, he really doesn't know anything about it.

Director Peng is also a kind person, and after glancing at Xiao Ping in surprise, he patiently explained to him: "Professional horse racing generally uses professional jockeys, and it usually takes a lot of training to make people and horses cooperate perfectly and play the highest speed......

Tian Daoming, who followed to the registration office, happened to hear the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but say mockingly: "Director Peng, don't explain it to this rookie, even if he understands these truths, it's too late." There is no jockey when you come to horse racing, which is simply ridiculous and generous. Mr. Siu, you will definitely go down in the history of the Jockey Club!"

Xiao Pingcai didn't bother to pay attention to Tian Daoming, and continued to say to Director Peng: "I don't violate any regulations by being a jockey myself, right?"

"Of course not. Director Peng hesitated for a moment, but still pointed to the other jockeys who were ready to participate and said, "Look at those professional jockeys, your weight difference is too much, and you will suffer a lot when you race." ”

Xiao Ping glanced at the professional jockeys around him, and sure enough, he found that these people were all thin and small, with a height of less than one meter seven and a weight of less than 100 catties. Compared to them, Xiao Ping personally served as the black devil's jockey.

Xiao Ping was full of confidence in the black devil, and he didn't care about suffering this little loss, and immediately said to the kind-hearted Director Peng: "Thank you for your kindness." But I've already decided, let's get on the horse myself!"

It's time to play. It was too late to find a jockey temporarily, so Director Peng could only nod helplessly: "That's the only way." You sign this waiver and you're ready to play. ”

The basic content of the disclaimer is that the jockey states that he understands the dangers that may occur during the race, declares that he will suffer all the consequences, and has nothing to do with the Jockey Club, etc. Xiao Ping roughly browsed it, and soon signed his name behind the most lusk.

Director Peng quickly gave Xiao Ping a set of number papers, and Xiao Ping and the black devil were officially able to participate in the competition. Under the gaze of everyone, Xiao Ping took out a pair of horse harness from the trailer and equipped the black devil. Rolled over and got on horseback. The Black Devil was already taller than most racehorses, and Xiao Ping was bigger than the jockeys, so he was a head taller than others when he rode on horseback, which was quite a bit of a standout.

Xiao Ping felt good about himself, looking left and right at the jockeys around him. Director Peng and a jockey looked at Xiao Ping in amazement, with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

Tian Daoming, who witnessed this scene, smiled smugly and felt that he had won the game. He glanced at Xiao Ping with malice, and quietly turned around and went back to the box in the stands. Tian Daoming wants to watch his white lightning defeat the black devil with his own eyes there, not only winning their 200 million Hong Kong dollars. And to see Xiao Ping and those who supported him die!

Not long after Tian Daoming returned to the box, the highlight of the day, the annual championship tournament, finally officially began. Twelve racehorses slowly entered the field at once, when the number twelve black devil appeared in front of the spectators. The already noisy stands immediately erupted in laughter.

The other jockeys all wore helmets and special riders' suits, curled up in a very uncomfortable position in the saddle reserved for horse racing. And Xiao Ping, who is obviously a lap bigger than other jockeys. He was wearing a casual suit and didn't even wear a helmet. Just ride on the high black devil like that.

What's even more outrageous is that the saddle used by Xiao Ping is actually the standard saddle commonly used by cowboys. This saddle is more comfortable on long rides. But it is big and heavy, and it is a big loss to use it in this kind of Marseille. In short, Xiao Ping's current appearance can only be described in two words - amateur, no wonder the audience erupted in laughter.

Tian Daoming in the box was even more proud, as if he had seen the black lightning cross the finish line first, and a large bet fell into his pocket.

And those viewers who bought the black devil to win were all disappointed. In the eyes of most people, there is no need to run this game at all, and the black devil must have lost.

At the same time, Zhang Yuxin was watching the live broadcast of the game in her hotel room. Seeing that Xiao Ping actually came to participate in the competition with such equipment, even Zhang Yuxin, who didn't know much about horse racing, felt that the situation was not good, and clasped his hands together nervously.

"Everyone, the No. 12 horse with a wild card has entered the race, the Black Devil!" After a pause, the on-site commentator introduced to the audience with some embarrassment: "The jockey of the Black Devil is its owner, Mr. Xiao Ping. Judging from my experience in commenting on horse racing for more than ten years, Mr. Xiao's equipment seems to be a little ...... Uh, different. However, the black devil seems to be in poor shape, so let's wait and see if it can work a miracle......"

Amid the narrator's nagging, all the horses entered the fence with an iron gate in front of them. Xiao Ping also urged the black devil to enter the fence marked with the number twelve. The black devil, accustomed to freedom, entered such a small space and began to snort with some uneasiness. However, after living in the demon refining pot for so long, it is also more spiritual than ordinary horses, Xiao Ping just stroked the black devil's neck to comfort it, and the black devil quickly calmed down.

"I'm going to have to run hard for a while. Xiao Ping leaned down and whispered to the black devil: "Winning a position or something is not a win, at least we have to be more than twenty meters ahead of them, otherwise it will be disgraceful for us to win, isn't it?"

Xiao Ping's words were heard by the jockeys on both sides, and both of them looked at him with idiot eyes. In a high-level competition like this, the competition is very fierce. The first place is already a big advantage to be two positions ahead of the competition. This amateur was ashamed to say that he was going to be twenty meters ahead, which was simply a dream.

However, Xiao Ping didn't care what these jockeys thought of him, and when the race started, they would know how powerful the black devil was.

All the horses of the referee entered the fence and shouted behind the crowd: "Attention, everyone, get ready to ......"

Hearing the referee's reminder, Xiao Ping also began to get serious, he leaned down on horseback, and as long as he heard the most reluctant command, he would urge the black devil to gallop forward.

However, the referee did not shout the word "run" at all, but the iron door in front of the fence suddenly opened at the same time. At the moment the door opened, the other eleven horses had already rushed out of the door.

Only Xiao Ping, who was waiting for the referee's order, was a few beats slower than others, and the other horses had already run more than ten meters, so he understood that the race had begun, and hurriedly urged the black devil to run forward.

Xiao Ping's reaction caused another burst of laughter, and many viewers who bought the black devil to win had completely lost hope and threw the bet slips in their hands into the air.

Even Zhang Yuxin, who was watching TV, helplessly held her forehead with her hand, and had nothing to say about Xiao Ping's performance.

And Tian Daoming's mood is of course already so good. He didn't pay attention to the black devil at all, but instead focused on the white lightning. In Tian Daoming's opinion, there is no suspense in defeating the black devil, and now he is more concerned about whether his beloved horse can win the championship.

White Lightning lived up to its name, running at the front from the very beginning of the race. The jockey on horseback was almost entirely on his feet, his upper body clinging to the horse's back, urging the horse to run in a very strange manner.

By the time they entered the first corner, White Lightnings had already established a lead, a full half-way faster than second. This made Tian Daoming secretly relieved, White Lightning's mid-to-late range ability has always been very good, and he can establish an advantage at this time, and the championship of the game has basically been reached.

Just as Tian Daoming leaned back in his chair and wanted to relax, a black horse suddenly caught up from the outside of the track, which immediately made him sit up straight again nervously.

It was none other than Xiao Ping who was riding a black devil!

When the Black Devil was a wild horse in the Texas wilderness, he was already a great horse. Then he lived in the demon refining pot for a few months, eating extremely nutritious pastures, drinking sweet and sweet spring water, and even breathing aura-rich air, and the functions of various parts of his body were much stronger than those of other racehorses.

Although he was much behind his opponents at the beginning of the race, and he had to carry more than 100 pounds more weight than the other racehorses, the black devil quickly caught up.

By the time the first corner passed, the black devil was already neck-and-neck with the white lightning. Although the white lightning jockey desperately urged his mount to accelerate, the black devil overtook him unhurriedly from the outside. After completely overtaking the white lightning, Xiao Ping even had the strength to turn around and smile at the sweaty jockey, who was actually greeting his opponent.

When Xiao Ping's action appeared on the big screen, the entire racecourse was boiling. The audience all stood up and shouted desperately to express their amazement. And the spectators who had thrown away their betting vouchers before were all over the ground looking for what they had just thrown away. As for Tian Daoming, who was in the box, he had already become stunned, watching the black devil take a big stride and rush all the way to the finish line.

"Win!" In the hotel room, Zhang Yuxin couldn't help but cheer in a low voice, cheering for Xiao Ping who was running to the finish line.

"Black devil! It's so unexpected!" the narrator's excited voice came from the TV: "Even after the start, I actually passed all the opponents at the first corner." Now it is only 100 meters away from the finish line, and it is already more than 40 meters ahead of the second-placed white lightning! I believe that all of us will witness the birth of a new record, the black devil...... Crossing the line, a new world record is born!" )

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