luck on thursday

The match between the newly recognized young master of Fitzgerald's family and Mr. Robin is widely known in the whole circle. Even if some people have not been to the racecourse where they are, they can still tell the scene of the meeting. Straightforward.

"That day Robin stood in front of Fitzgerald and asked him to guess which horse would win."

"How did he say?"

"I haven't contacted him at all, so how do I guess? Taking advantage of others? So I changed the horse racing, so that neither side has contacted."

On the day of the competition, there were a lot of people standing around the place they had privately agreed to watch. Many men and women cast their gazes at them vaguely, as if they were thinking about something.

Lin Qingyang practiced for three days, and he felt that his running was not bad. Although he could not reach the level of competition, at least he could let Louis loosen the rope with confidence, which was not easy.

He tried running on flat ground for a thousand meters, and he was familiar with it in the early stage. However, as the distance grew, he had to slow down and hold on to the rein with difficulty.The young master still had too little contact with the horse, whether it was jolting or pace in the later stage, it was easy to go beyond his control.

But since he's struggling so much, maybe that Mr. Robin is about the same.

Lin Qingyang raised his arm and asked Louis to tie wrist guards on his joints. Louis brought a helmet and put it on his head. The large black helmet made Lin Qingyang's face smaller. He was obviously 19 years old. , but just like a boy who has not yet grown up.

Lin Qingyang raised his chin and asked Louis to button his chin: "It's not the same as what you said."

"how?"

"You said, it doesn't matter if you lose."

"Of course it doesn't matter."

But when he observed the expressions of the surrounding people, he was not as relaxed as Louis said. The people present seemed to be divided into two factions, one side followed Robin, and the other side followed Fitzgerald. When Lin Qingyang stood up, a group of people With a worried expression, he obviously didn't think he would win.

"They are the family to follow," Louis led him to the stables to see the horses brought in advance. "Once the owner loses, they will switch to the other side—it might have been before, but it's not the same now."

"As long as Philip is safe and sound, it's okay, and it's okay to lose a hundred games, young master."

Lin Qingyang stretched out his hand to grab the rein, his blue eyes turned to this side, he didn't speak, and was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his chin, his eyes slowly lit up with a smile, and said: "Louis taught me so much, it's clear I still hope I win...then of course I will."

They looked at the innermost part of the stable together. Robin stood there, as if talking to the accompanying people. The other party pointed at Lin Qingyang and his horse in a funny way. Lin Qingyang saw Robin roll his eyes with his own eyes.

"Of course I know, does it still need you to say it?"

"Good show?" He even raised his voice, glanced at Lin Qingyang, turned his eyes around him, and suddenly looked at the horse he was riding. The horse seemed a little restless, but it still stood docilely in its original position. waiting for instructions.

"The good show is never absent... just wait and see."

He deliberately bit down on the words, seeing that it was not yet the agreed time between the two, so he took off his gloves, waved his hands backwards, and went straight to the bathroom.

Lin Qingyang tried to pull the horse out ahead of time, and walked around the field for a few laps, but the horse, who was very docile in the past, did not know what happened today, and showed obvious restlessness.

He patted the horse's neck and tried to coax it out in the usual way, but it didn't work. However, when he lifted his hind legs and almost mentioned Lin Qingyang, he had no choice but to take a few steps back and look over in disbelief.

Louis lowered his eyebrows, stood in front of Lin Qingyang, and stretched out his hand to hold it.

This time it seemed to be successful, the horse followed obediently for a few steps, and then began to move agitated again. The butler squinted his eyes and took a look, then suddenly stretched out his hand to tighten the reins, stepped on the stirrup, and flew onto the horse.

However, before he could take a few steps outside, he noticed something strange—the feeling was wrong!

When Louis tightened his grip on the horse's belly, the horse neighed in a low voice and took two steps forward. Suddenly, its huge body shook, almost throwing Louis off!

"Louis!"

The butler calmly used the reins to stabilize his figure, firmly stepped on the stirrup, and the other leg had already stepped down and touched the ground, leaving a trace on the gravel-covered ground!

But it didn't work!The horse even screamed more and more miserably, and even started to tremble frantically, Louis could hardly hold it back several times!

Lin Qingyang quickly grabbed the rope and barely stabilized the horse. Louis jumped off the stirrup with a serious expression. His eyes started from the saddle and extended to the stirrup under his feet. The horse seemed to sense his sight and snorted angrily. Turn away.

Without looking at anything else, he unbuttoned the harness and grabbed the stirrups!

Lin Qingyang leaned over to take a look, and gasped!

"...a thorn?!"

It was stuck on the inner side of the stirrup. If Lin Qingyang didn't take the pains to remove it just now and planned to ride the horse out to warm up, I am afraid that during the competition, the small thorns on the inner side of the stirrup will further stimulate the fragile abdomen of the horse. If Lin Qingyang was driving at high speed While riding... If he doesn't get it right, he will be thrown off by the stimulated horse!

If he grasped it firmly enough, he might be dragged directly on the ground by the horse for a while, and if his fingers were not strong enough, he might be hit hard on the ground!

They thought of the consequences together, Lin Qingyang took a deep breath, took another breath, and took another breath——

"No," he puffed out angrily. "Is the stable monitored? Someone is making noise on my horse. What about the staff here?"

"Stables generally don't install surveillance, and it hasn't been popularized yet," Louis said, his face was a little scary, and he vaguely remembered the scene of Lin Qingyang being stabbed in the arm by a knife on the cruise ship before, "Maybe the young master is hostile. people..."

Robin.

Robin, who just turned around and went to the bathroom, is obviously the most likely. Louis changed Lin Qingyang's harness after inspection, and the original set was discarded on the ground. The horse lowered its head, allowing Louis to put it on again. Tool.

This time it was obedient a lot, returned to its original docile appearance, and even took the initiative to rub against the still angry little master, Lin Qingyang also rubbed it back unhappy.

"Would he do that? It doesn't look like it."

Lin Qingyang doesn't like to speculate on others maliciously, even if the other party's attitude is not very good.

Louis looked at the harness that was abandoned on the ground, which looked similar to others, and turned back to look at his frightened young master. The horse silently moved its head away, and the housekeeper combed it comfortingly. His black hair was combed from his forehead to the back of his head with his fingertips. Lin Qingyang narrowed her eyes and raised her face following his strength.

"Master, go warm up first?" He said softly.

Lin Qingyang was keenly aware of something, looked up in the direction of the bathroom, and said in surprise: "You want to hit him?"

Louis: "...not really."

"I'll also remind that young master Robin to warm up later," the gray-green-eyed gentleman avoided the topic, with a rare hostility in his eyes, and when he glanced from the corner of his eyes, he seemed to be looking at something lifeless animal carcass, "if he can react."

When Robin came out of the bathroom, he faced two expressionless faces.

That beautiful young master Fitzgerald seemed to be in the same time as he went to the bathroom, and suddenly lost his expression, as if carved out of the same mold as the housekeeper accompanying him.

He looked over suspiciously, and saw Lin Qingyang looked away, one foot was put on the stirrup, and the other was about to turn up, presumably he wanted to go out to warm up and ride a couple of laps first.

Robin wasn't interested in the young master's warm-up, he just wanted to beat him in the race, so he turned his eyes away in a disinterested manner, patted the horse's neck, and wanted to lead the horse out to stand at the starting line.

The moment he left, Louis reminded him: "Robin? Don't you want to warm up?"

"I'm not like your young master. I have to ride it twice to find out how to feel it." He chuckled softly. Someone beside him offered water and took a few sips casually. "Just go straight up."

Who knew that Louis grabbed the rope directly, stopped in front of him, and taunted meaningfully: "Let's try the feel first, in case of any accident, even God can't save him."

Robin grabbed the other end of the rein, slowly raised his eyes, and through the gap at the edge of his forehead, he could clearly see what Wilfred meant.

"What do you think I'm doing with some shameless trick?"

He laughed loudly, turned on the horse neatly, kicked the horse's belly, and impatiently asked the horse under him to be quieter, but unfortunately, the more he kicked, the more irritable the horse became, and Louis quietly shifted his gaze from him to behind him Several people accompanying him looked over.

This horse has been restless. In order to win this race, Robin boldly chose a horse with a slightly stronger personality. At first, he just felt that the horse was a little irritable. Maybe it was because of his temper. Afterwards, he just gave him something to eat— —However, he soon realized that something was wrong.

"Wifred?!" he cried. "What have you done to my horse?"

Louis said: "It's nothing, I just returned the harness that the young master is going to sit on today."

Robin narrowed his eyes, almost into a slit.As soon as he pulled the rein, he knocked his foot somewhere, as if the horse had been hit to a vital point, it suddenly raised its hooves and neighed, startling everyone present!

This horse has a stronger temper than Lin Qingyang's horse, and Robin reacted in a timely manner, and people around him reached out to catch it, even if the horse fell and hit the ground, it didn't matter if it left a long trail.

Regardless of the bruise on his arm, with gloomy eyes, he picked up the stirrup and looked: a protruding thorn!

As if he suddenly understood something, he suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction. The people with him followed his gaze and parted ways, and finally fixed on the last person.

"You...did you do it?"

Louis' hint was immediately understood by him, Robin grabbed the man's collar, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged: "You just said to me that you are watching a good show, and you mean this?!"

The look in the man's eyes reflected the truth of the matter completely, Robin didn't have time to listen to his stammering explanation, so he just punched him in the face, wanting to push him directly to the ground!

Louis was not interested in their family affairs, he turned his head and looked outside, just in time to meet Lin Qingyang warming up and coming back to check the situation.The young master saw that Robin was covered in sand on the ground, and he also reacted: "He found it?"

"He probably didn't do it," Louis said.

"Today's game, it's like I lost."

Robin seemed much calmer after the beating, but this sentence was unanimously opposed by the people around him: "Master, sir..."

"..."

"I've had enough."

"Let him kill me."

No one would expect him to say such words. The little Mr. Robin with a little curly hair on the back of his head took off his riding jacket, threw it on the ground, and frowned.The whole person suddenly became depressed, and took out a cigarette from his pocket. Someone came over to light it for him, but a cigarette stub was pressed against his forehead.

"It's always been compared with the Fitzgerald family, doesn't he know what kind of guy his son is?!"

There was deep boredom in his brows and eyes, as if he had just seen Lin Qingyang come back, he smiled indifferently.

"Do you think you are unlucky? Poor young master."

He said amazingly, "You don't stay anywhere for a long time, and you can start again anytime, anywhere."

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