Wen Qiao went to the racecourse to train after school, and the employees of Zhonghuan Group found that their prince left work at 5 o'clock on time every day, and he never waited for a minute of shift.

Ye Minqiu had a headache, and she originally thought that she was expected to retire, but this kid's recent negative and slacking off attitude made her have to worry about it.

Fu Nanli appeared at the horse farm on time to supervise the training of the god of war.

After training for half a month, the Haicheng Jockey Club sold out tickets at Yingtai Racecourse in Haicheng, a racecourse with a capacity of 20,000 people

On the day of the race, Song Yu asked her parents to push her wheelchair to watch the race.

And the old man is still in the VIP room.

Fu Nanli did not enter the private room for the rich this time, but reserved a seat in the first row.

The race begins, and all horses and jockeys are on standby at the starting point.

Uncle Li looked at it with a telescope, and suddenly said in shock: "On the back of the No. 85 God of War God of War, it seems to be a ...... sitting on the horse."

Fu Huaiyong's face sank: "Why are you so surprised?" ”

This time, Qiu Ya also accompanied the old man to watch the game, and mentioned it in her heart, just hearing the No. 85 player, her heart was abrupt

"Take a look, old man."

Qiu Ya brought her own monoculars and looked at the starting point of the competition venue with the old man.

It didn't matter what she saw, she was so shocked that she almost didn't hold the telescope in her hand, and it was Wen Qiao sitting on horseback.

She knew that Wincho was the owner of the horse, but the jockey ...... Isn't it a girl named Song Yu? Why is she still on it herself?

She was stunned for a while, and heard the old man's voice: "Why did that girl go into battle herself?" ”

Uncle Li said worriedly: "Yes, this is very dangerous, why doesn't the young master stop it?" It's really worrying. ”

Fu Huaiyong sighed lightly: "That girl takes this Jockey Club as a child's play, does she think it's a child's game?" Nearly 100 players from more than 30 countries came to participate in the competition. ”

Uncle Li: "No, I'll ask the young master what he means." ”

Fu Nanli received a call from Uncle Li, and only replied perfunctorily: "The game is about to start, watch the game with peace of mind." ”

Hung up the phone, bang, gunshots, and the game officially began.

Uncle Li didn't care about saying anything.

Last time, the old man didn't even take a look at it during the race, except for the last lap after being superraced by the God of War.

And this time, from the beginning of the gun, the old man held the binoculars in both hands and watched with full attention.

Uncle Li couldn't help but nodded, the old man was duplicitous, although he couldn't look down on Xiao Wen on his lips, he still cared about whether the girl could win this game.

Fu Nanli sat in the first row, always carrying a heart, the camera was always locked on the No. 85 player, the whole audience waved flags and shouted, the voices were boiling, and many people were cheering for No. 85.

Compared to the first competition, No. 85 already has a loyal following.

And the girl in his lens seems to be chivalrous and moves forward bravely, and there is no hesitation and timidity in her.

The aura has crushed a group of men.

This time, the competition is still unfolding in the thunder of Wen Qiao's god of war and the old man.

The two most anticipated horses started in the middle of the race and were almost in front of each other.

The jockey of Horse Thunder No. 36 is a very experienced jockey, and because he has won many times, he is a little bit of a fool, and he missed out on the championship last time.