"I'm fine."

The corners of Song Fei'er's mouth were curled, her eyes narrowed, her chin was slightly pursed, and a confident smile appeared on her face.

Chu Ruotong looked harmless to humans and animals, and said pitifully: "Sister, I proposed the competition to solve the problem, how can you do this to me?" ”

Saying that, Chu Ruotong had tears in her eyes: "Do you want to see me look ugly and embarrassed in public?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Song Mingyu looked at the past with caring eyes, and felt a little more distressed and good for the kind-hearted Chu Ruotong in his heart.

He stepped forward and walked to Chu Ruotong's side, handed the handkerchief over, and his eyes were gentle.

Chu Ruotong looked at Song Mingyu pitifully with red eyes, and touched his hand while taking the handkerchief seemingly unintentionally, pretending to be shy and saying thank you sweetly.

How pitiful and pitiful it is, it is easy to arouse the desire of ordinary men to protect.

Si Chuyan was simple-minded, her emotions were written on her face, her fingers were tightly clasped together, and her heart ached terribly.

The rules of the race are simple, each horse runs three laps around the racecourse, and whoever grabs two laps first and arrives first wins.

Song Fei'er rides horses here all the year round, and while she knows the environment of the horse farm very well, she rides all the war horses she is familiar with, which is simply no difficulty, and she has the chance to win.

When Chu Yixing was worried about choosing that batch of horses, Si Nanting handed over the whip in his hand.

In a deep voice, he said, "Ride my horse." ”

She frowned slightly, puzzled: "But, I ......"

Chu Yixing rarely rides horses, but she knows a little about choosing horses.

There is a big difference between the horse ridden by men and the horse breed ridden by women, and it is difficult for a woman to control a horse ridden by a man, not to mention that her hand has not fully recovered, and it is a serious challenge to control the horse well.

He should have known, why did he let her ride his horse?

She saw enough security in his deep eyes, and without saying anything superfluous, she took the whip and rode calmly.

Song Mingyu snatched the flag from the horse farm management, and waited until Song Fei'er and Chu Yixing were ready before waving the flag and pressing the gate.

As soon as the gate opened, the two of them held the reins with their legs at the same time, and their legs hit the horse's belly hard, and the horse rushed out of the gate and galloped quickly.

In the first half of the lap, the two did not distinguish between the front and back, they were all neck and neck, and they were equal.

After running two-thirds of the round, Song Fei'er was obviously a horse's head faster, and there was a big posture of rushing to the front at the turn, and her movements matched well with the rhythm of the horse's galloping, as if she was sure to win.

Chu Yixing's eyebrows twisted.

She increased the intensity of her legs hitting the horse's belly, wanting to win the first game so that she could free up time for her hand to recover and recover, otherwise after three high-intensity laps, not only would she not win the game, but her hand would be seriously injured.

Both of their horses are excellent breed war horses, and their speed is equal to that of each other.

This kind of galloping speed, which is almost unique to a man's horseback riding, made everyone on the viewing platform sweat, for fear that if there was an accident, something really would happen.

Si Chuyan clasped his hands tightly, staring at the horse farm without blinking, and silently prayed for Chu Yixing in his heart.

Chu Ruotong was next to Song Mingyu like a human, deliberately pretending to be very worried and scared, rubbing against Song Mingyu's body from time to time, deliberately creating physical contact with each other, so as to arouse his interest in himself.

This trick was very useful to Song Mingyu, and his eyes when he looked down at Chu Ruotong became more and more ambiguous and distressed.

It fell in Si Chuyan's eyes, but it was a heart-piercing pain.