Heartthrobs can't be unlucky all the time

"The dean asked us to start the rehearsal training in the afternoon, riding and shooting."

He was speaking to Zheng Xiuran, but his eyes drifted to Ning Yu.

"Oh, I see, I'll go later."

Zheng Xiuran has no class today, but the competition will be in a few days. He knows that he will have training in the afternoon, so he brought Ning Yu over early in the morning.

Ning Yu heard the conversation between the two of them, he turned his head while still fiddling with the bow and arrow, and nodded to Zheng Xiuran understandingly,

"Second brother, let's go back now."

"Wait, the dean told you to go find him now."

"Now?" Zheng Xiuran asked suspiciously.

"It's now."

"It's okay, second brother, I know how to go back, so go quickly."

"Then I'll take you to lunch when I come back later, and you go back to the school building and wait for me."

Zheng Xiuran was a little worried, but Ning Yu insisted that he go quickly. Seeing Ning Yu's worried eyes, he decided to go to the dean first.

He changed the bow and arrow first, and then took Ning Yu to the place where they first entered the racecourse. He told Ning Yu in detail how to go back to the school building, and Ning Yu nodded emphatically, indicating that he knew.

Only then did Zheng Xiuran feel relieved and left in another direction.

Ning Yu walked towards the school building alone, halfway he found something was wrong, he looked back;

"Why are you following me?!"

That Fu Di followed Ning Yu, not too far away, why didn't he go to see the dean like the second brother?

"I'm going back to the school building too."

After finishing speaking, Fu Di deliberately walked around Ning Yu and walked in front of him.

At this time, Ning Yu, who was following Fu Di, was a little happy in his heart. He couldn't remember the way back to the school building. Turn left or turn right.

Now that Fu Di is leading the way, Ning Yu only needs to follow behind him.

Ning Yu was not far or close, and when Fu Di stopped to look at him, he also looked back with a straight face.

"Why, why stop?" Ning Yu asked loudly.

Fu Di didn't speak, but took a deep look at him, and then walked on.

"This man is really inexplicable."

Ning Yu's impression of Fu Di now really only has four words "inexplicable".

After a while, the familiar school yard appeared in front of Ning Yu.

Ning Yu saw that Fu Di, who was walking in front, did not go directly to his room in the school building, but sat on the wooden porch outside the room like the first time they met, one of his legs stepped on the porch, and put his hand On the knees, the pose is very chic and casual.

Ning Yu glanced at it, then quickly looked away, and opened the door to go in.

"Are you male or female?"

The boy's voice sounded behind him, Ning Yu's back froze as he entered the room, and he turned back to look at Fu Di stiffly.

Only then did he remember that yesterday afternoon and evening, he was wearing the Fu Di he met in women's clothing.

He looked at the school uniform on his body, and touched the hat on his head. Is he acting weird now?

"Why are you asking this?"

"Don't do it."

Upon hearing this, Ning Yu asked back;

"You think I'm a man and a woman?"

Fu Di didn't speak, he frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I'm in."

Seeing that he was silent for no reason, Ning Yu didn't want to talk to him, so he turned and stepped into the room.

"Eh, wait..."

"what?"

"What's your name."

In fact, Fu Di already knew Zheng Xiuran's name from Zheng Xiuran, but he still wanted to hear Ning Yu tell him.

"My name is Ning Yu, peaceful Ning, feathered Yu."

When it was almost noon, Zheng Xiuran rushed back and brought Ning Yu lunch. In addition to white rice, there was also a braised lion's head and fried cucumber with eggs.

Zheng Xiuran told Ning Yu that he would go back to the racecourse for training in the afternoon and could not accompany Ning Yu, but...

"Ning Yu, why don't you come and watch our training."

"Do you remember that stand? You can sit there and wait for me."

Ning Yu picked up a lion's head for Zheng Xiuran, and then picked up another one for himself. As soon as he took a bite of the attractively colored lion's head in the bowl, Zheng Xiuran invited him to watch his training in the afternoon. indistinctly responded:

"Okay, I also want to see how you train."

Seeing Ning Yu eating like that, Zheng Xiuran held back a smile and wiped the corners of Ning Yu's mouth with a handkerchief beside him. In a harmonious atmosphere, the two happily finished their lunch.

On the horse farm on the back mountain of Zeying Academy, dozens of students wearing indigo riding suits lined up neatly together, and each of them led a horse by their left hand. Shining brightly, they walked together very obediently.

Zheng Xiuran and Fu Di led the horses and walked in the front. Ning Yu, who was sitting under the shade of the tree, saw them both at a glance.

The teacher training them on the side held a red flag. After everyone lined up in order and got on their horses, he raised the red flag and waved it down. Fu Di and Zheng Xiuran in the front were ejected like arrows. After the two rode half a circle around the racecourse, the first roadblock appeared, and they easily crossed it.

Immediately afterwards, the second, third... twelve roadblocks. After they went around the field, only the last triple roadblock remained.

Put the three crossbars together, and the rider must gallop over with all his might, otherwise he may knock all the crossbars off.

Under the scorching sun, Zheng Xiuran, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, stared closely at the three obstacles not far away. The wind blew his temples, his eyes were so resolute and decisive, I saw him clenched the rein in his hand, exerting all his strength. After whipping the whip, the black steed soared into the air gracefully and crossed perfectly.

Fu Di's handsome face was also meticulous. He was concentrating on Zheng Xiuran's horse flying past in front of him, followed by Zheng Xiuran, who also tightened the reins, and the whip hit the horse with a "snap". After receiving the order, the steed also jumped up in front of the roadblock, stayed in the air for two seconds, and landed perfectly.

The two of them faced a dozen barricades without breaking a single bar.

The training teacher blew the whistle, indicating that the two of them were in the last row, ready for the next round, and the red flag in his hand was raised and lowered again, and the students who had lined up just now continued to set off.

After three rounds of training, except for Fu Di and Zheng Xiuran, the rest of the people more or less knocked off one or two crossbars, most of them lost control of the horse at the last triple obstacle, and then the horse's hind legs His strength failed to recover in time, resulting in a point deduction.

And Zheng Xiuran was the fastest and didn't touch the bar at all, and his actual training scores have always been ranked first.

Next came the horse racing. After the barricades were removed, everyone was required to run three laps around the racecourse, and a special person was timed.This time the horse race started with six people on the starting line at the same time.

Their horses were also replaced. Zheng Xiuran's horse became a deep red horse, and Fu Di rode a colorful horse.

Zheng Xiuran, who was standing next to him, recognized that this horse of color and color was a horse that no one in the entire stable had chosen, because it was a crossbred horse, not as explosive as a purebred horse, and almost no one would choose such a horse for training .

Even though he had never trained with Fu Di before, Zheng Xiuran thought it was impossible for Fu Di not to know about this kind of thing. Why did he choose this horse?

Perhaps because Zheng Xiuran's performance in the obstacle training was very impressive just now, Fu Di also admired him a little more. Seeing Zheng Xiuran staring at the horse under him, he seemed to know what Zheng Xiuran was thinking. So indifferent, he said:

"Thoroughbred horses are indeed explosive, but mixed-breed horses have more stamina. Racing horses are more about stamina than explosiveness."

Sure enough, in the horse race, when everyone's horses began to show fatigue due to the distance of three laps, the horses under Fu Di still maintained a constant speed, running from the middle position at the beginning to the front few, and at the end Half a lap later, Fu Di swung his whip hard, and the horse of all colors, which everyone had a prejudice against, burst out with strong strength, overtook Zheng Xiuran, who was running No.1, at an extremely fast speed, and crossed the finish line first.

At the end of the equestrian training, the teacher summed up the strengths and weaknesses of each person, praised Fu Di and Zheng Xiuran, and said that in the riding and archery competition, the two of them will represent the academy to participate in the equestrian obstacle course and horse racing singles.

In the trainer's record book, Fu Di and Zheng Xiuran's actual combat training scores are evenly matched, and they are both ranked in the forefront. The academy's various arrangements are based on strength.

After the equestrian training, there was half an hour of rest time, Zheng Xiuran ran to Ning Yu who was sitting in the shade of a tree in the stands, and found that Ning Yu had been paying attention to him all the time, and even drew a picture for him.

It was a simple portrait drawn with charcoal, and it was exactly what Zheng Xiuran looked like when he crossed the three horizontal bars. The man on the top couldn't see his face, but he could not see his face from his flying clothes and the rope tightened in his hand when the horse took off. , can feel his natural and unrestrained composure.

The charcoal and paper were brought by Ning Yu when they left the school building. He thought that if they waited in the stands in the afternoon, it might be boring.

"Ning Yu, you draw really well!"

——Ning Yu bowed his head embarrassedly and said with a smile——

"You are really attractive when you are riding a horse. I patronize you to look at you, but I don't draw very carefully."

Ning Yu didn't expect that Zheng Xiuran's training was really interesting, so he patronized to watch Zheng Xiuran ride a horse.

"It's already very good, very distinctive, I like it very much."

"Haha, I'm very happy that you like it, so I'll give you this painting..."

"Would you like some water..."

Ning Yu helped wipe the sweat off Zheng Xiuran's head with his sleeve, and Zheng Xiuran took the water bottle Ning Yu handed him, and began to drink water.

"Hey, how can we, the great talents who only immerse themselves in studying poetry and books and train hard, secretly enjoy the gentleness here."

A teasing voice came, and a student wearing an indigo riding suit stood obliquely behind Zheng Xiuran with a playful expression on his face. Although his words were a bit teasing, the person who came had a good appearance and the smile on his face was not annoying.