Si Nanting's eyes were dark, and he silently looked at Chu Yixing galloping on the racecourse, his face was as calm as water.

The hands hanging on his sides were clenched into fists.

The voice was cold: "Your sister must have never ridden so fast, right?" ”

Song Mingyu smiled gently: "That is also the opponent who met Miss Chu so quickly, she had to challenge her limits." ”

Si Nanting tugged at the corners of his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Do you think the limit of the sweaty horse she rode will be much faster than my thoroughbred?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Song Mingyu's face changed instantly.

He said incredulously, "Yours is a thoroughbred?" ”

Thoroughbreds are extremely explosive, maintaining short and medium distance horses and dominating the world, and are recognized as the best riding horse breed in the world.

Comparatively speaking, although sweaty horses have a good reputation in Asia, they are far less explosive than thoroughbreds.

Si Nanting's pupils narrowed slightly, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he bowed his head slightly.

Song Mingyu's heart chuckled, his face changed again, and his eyes looked nervously at the two people on the racecourse who were about to finish the first lap.

Obviously, in order to win, Song Fei'er forced the horse to reach the limit speed before the first lap was finished, and finally won the first game.

Obviously, only a quarter of the way into the second lap, her war horse had been slowing down, and was soon successfully overtaken by Chu Yixing, who was biting tightly behind.

Song Fei'er raised her whip and wanted to speed up, but she was a little hesitant.

If she sped up again, she would fall 100 percent because the horse's legs couldn't stand it.

But he was unwilling to watch Chu Yixing surpass himself and win the second lap.

Weighing it, she struck the horse hard with her whip, and the horse, receiving the command, accelerated again, and chased after it with all her might.

Half a lap into the second lap, the two men were neck-and-neck again.

Song Fei'er secretly had evil intentions, and took advantage of Chu Yixing's concentration on the game to whip the whip towards Chu Yixing's back, but she didn't expect Chu Yixing to accelerate at this time, her horsewhip missed, the horse's legs bent, and before she could react, the person had already fallen headlong to the front.

"Ah!!h

"Fei'er, be careful."

On the viewing platform, Song Mingyu and Chu Ruotong exclaimed in surprise, so frightened that cold sweat broke out on their backs, and their lips were pale.

But she could only watch Song Fei'er fall from the horse to the ground.

Song Fei'er's back fell heavily to the ground, and she lost consciousness in an instant in pain, and her arm seemed to have been cut off, so painful that she couldn't breathe, as if she was going to suffocate in the next second.

The sky spun around, and he fainted directly.

Seeing this scene, Song Mingyu's right eyelid jumped, his eyes glared at Si Chuyan coldly, and said in a cruel tone: "Chuyan, if my sister has something long and short, I will definitely not forgive you!" ”

As the words fell, he galloped towards the racecourse.

Chu Ruotong followed, and said anxiously: "Brother Yu, wait for me." ”

Looking at the figures of the two of them one after the other, Si Chuyan silently lowered his eyes, and tears fell silently along the corners of his eyes.

Si Nanting patted her on the back lightly and said in a low voice: "This competition was proposed by Chu Ruotong, and it has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself." ”

Si Chuyan sniffed, looked up at his brother with teary eyes, and choked up: "Brother Ting, what should I do, Song Fei'er won't die, right?" ”

Hear the words.

Si Nanting's deep eyes looked at the racecourse, and just in time to see Chu Yixing, who was about to reach the end, tighten the reins and turn back.

And jump off the horse as soon as possible.