After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

Nan Zijin turned around immediately: "What's going on?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Zijin saw Song Xier hanging almost upside down on the horse through the gap in the crowd.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only see Song Xier's feet hooked on the horse's back in a very strange posture.

Even so, it could be seen that Song Xier was struggling to hold on, and her toes were sliding down little by little.

Xiao Jie, who was sitting in the back, held the horse's rope with one hand and stretched out the other hand as if he wanted to pull Song Xi'er up.

But he didn't know whether it was because he didn't use any force or something else, but Song Xi'er kept the hanging posture for a while without any movement.

"There seems to be something wrong." Nan Zijin turned around and said a quick word to Shang Ji before running in that direction.

"Xi'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me?"

Yu Meng looked at Song Xier's face that was flushed due to congestion, her eyes were red with anxiety, and she subconsciously stepped forward to help her.

Song Xier gritted her teeth and said, "Don't, don't come over!"

When Yu Meng heard this, he was so frightened that he stopped in place: "What's wrong?"

After speaking, he raised his head and looked at Xiao Jie: "Hurry up and use some force to pull Xi'er up."

Xiao Jie also wanted to pull the person up, but the prerequisite was that Song Xier could cooperate with him, which was how the two of them cooperated before.

Otherwise, with the two of them in their current positions, he really wouldn't be able to pull them up by himself.

But the problem is that Song Xi'er didn't exert her strength.

Xiao Jie lowered his head: "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Song Xier's forehead was soaked in fine cold sweat: "My waist seems to be twisted."

"It's twisted, is it serious?" Yu Meng was so anxious that she raised her head and called to the staff: "Someone please help me, my friend can't move."

The staff rushed over immediately, trying to lift Song Xier up.

But before she met anyone, Song Xier stopped her with a voice: "Don't come over!"

The staff looked at each other and were a little confused for a moment.

"Don't come over." Song Xi'er gasped as she spoke: "Just wait for me to slow down...it will be fine soon."

As she spoke, she glanced at the pocket on the horse's side. There were already nine red flags in it, and there was only one missing.

We have already come this far, and we must not let things slip at a critical moment.

Song Xi'er gasped and looked up at Yu Meng, whose eyes were red with anxiety. She still had the strength to smile at her and whispered, "I'm fine."

After saying that, she endured the severe pain in her waist and ankles and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were filled with unprecedented determination.

Then she saw her eyes turn and land on the red flag half an arm away.

Two seconds later, Song Xi'er swung out her arm forcefully and grabbed the small wooden sign under the red flag and pulled it up.

"Xi'er, you, you don't want your life?" Yu Meng was surprised and anxious: "It's just a game, we won't play anymore, please stop moving, stop moving!"

Yu Meng originally thought that Song Xier said to slow down for a while because it was too painful to move, but she didn't expect that she would need to slow down for a while so that she could continue the game!

Not only Yu Meng, but also other onlookers didn't expect that Song Xi'er was still thinking about the game even though she was like this.

Song Xier seemed not to hear the sounds around her. Looking at the red flag in her hand, a joyful smile broke out on her face.

Ten of them!

Like Tang Yuanbai, tied for first place.

Song Xi'er retracted her hand, raised her eyes and wanted Xiao Jie to pull her, when she suddenly met a pair of dark and cold eyes.

It's from Shangji.

A few meters away, Shang Ji stood in the center of the crowd and looked at this side. His expression was very indifferent. His stern features were still so beautiful from Song Xier's perspective, but they seemed to have a bit more chill than before.

And this chill was not just on his face, but on his whole person.

He just stood there, looking at Song Xi'er indifferently, with unspeakable sarcasm in his indifference.

There was obviously the sun above her head, and her cheeks were feeling hot and uncomfortable because of the congestion in her brain.

But when Shang Ji looked at her like this, Song Xi'er felt as if there was a hole in her heart, and the endless cold wind was blowing into it. It was so cold that she almost lost her feet and fell down.

Song Xier squeezed Hongqi's hand tightly before forcing herself to calm down.

She looked away and bit the tip of her tongue hard. The pain caused her divergent brain to resume normal operation.

"Pull me up." She looked at Xiao Jie and said.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Jie asked.

"You can't die." Song Xi'er said urgently, "Hurry up and pull me up."

"Okay." After Xiao Jie said this, he used strength in his arms, took Song Xier's hand and pulled it upwards.

At the same time, Song Xier gritted her teeth and jumped hard in coordination with Xiao Jie's strength, and then sat back on the horse amidst everyone's exclamations.

"Are you OK?"

After Xiao Jie finished speaking, he went to look at Song Xi'er, only to see that the latter's face was pale and the hair on her forehead was soaked with cold sweat. After sitting back, she just maintained the same posture without even moving her fingers.

"you……"

"Give the red flag to the manager." Song Xier said.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jie hurriedly took the red flag from her hand and put it into his side pocket, then called the manager: "Check it out."

The manager hurriedly recovered and ran over, looking at Song Xier with admiration in his eyes: "Little girls these days are really chasing a star at the risk of their own lives."

After a symbolic count, he announced: "Congratulations to Mr. Xiao Jie and Miss Song Xi'er for picking up ten red flags and winning first place in the competition, behind Mr. Tang Yuanbai."

Listening to the manager's words, Song Xier's tense heart instantly relaxed, and a heartfelt smile appeared on her face dripping with cold sweat.

But precisely because of this relaxation, her body, which had been tense all the time, couldn't help but bend slightly, and then suddenly there was an almost tearing pain in her entire waist.

"Ah——" Song Xi'er couldn't help shouting.

"Xi'er!" Yu Meng exclaimed.

Xiao Jie hurriedly got off the horse, then raised his hand as if to lift Song Xier off.

"No..." Song Xier shook her head with a pale face: "I, I don't seem to be able to move."

The manager's expression changed and he shouted: "Call an ambulance!"

The racecourse is still quite far from the city, and the ambulance won't be able to arrive for a while.

Fortunately, there were doctors specially prepared for emergencies at the racecourse, and they immediately brought a stretcher over.

But Song Xi'er was really unable to move at this moment. If she moved even a little bit, she would feel severe pain in her entire waist, as if it was about to break at any moment.

Just as the doctor was discussing how to get Song Xi'er off the horse, there was suddenly a rapid sound of horse hooves outside the crowd, accompanied by a horse's braying. The sound seemed a little wrong.

Then someone shouted: "Get out of the way, this horse seems to be crazy!"