Dressed as cannon fodder for the rich

In front of them and behind them, more and more horses galloped away into the cedar forest.

Xun Qian tightened his grip on the horse's belly and turned towards Tang Yuning. His voice was very cold, but there was a certain arrogance, "Aren't you going? I'm not here to run with you."

When Tang Yuning heard this, a disdainful arc curled up at the corner of his mouth, and then he coughed on the horse's stomach, whipped the horse, and burrowed into the woods.

Xun Qian glanced at Qi Xiaoyu, as if to comfort him, at the same time raised the reins, slapped both legs on the horse's belly, and chased after him like a shooting star.

The two disappeared into the vast forest one after another. Qi Xiaoyu immediately came to his senses, pulled Jiang Sicheng over, and said to the staff, "I'll take him back, and you go follow Xun Qian. And the drone, follow he!"

The staff was stunned for a moment, but then thought that it would be better material to capture Xun Qian's horse racing, and it would be a hot spot for ratings, so he immediately put down Jiang Sicheng and left.

The drone and the snowmobile followed Xun Qian.

****

Qi Xiaoyu hurriedly called the staff of the competition venue to help bring Jiang Sicheng back to the auditorium to wait.

When the rest of the people saw them coming back, they all crowded around nervously.

Qi Xiaoyu had no time to explain anything to them, he raised his head and stared at a big screen above his head.

The large screen was divided into several small screens, which displayed the situation of the field in real time, but there were too many players, and Xun Qian could not be found for a while.

Lu Tongtong looked at the two of them and quickly asked, "What's going on? Where's Mr. Tang?"

Jiang Sicheng hurriedly said "Hey", "It's too troublesome to say, the simple point is that Xiaoyu's family has also come, and now they are participating in the competition."

"What? Mr. Xun is here too?"

I heard that Xun Qian and Tang Yuning are still in the race. Except for Xue Qingchu, the rest of them don't have time to care about Jiang Sicheng. They just watched the race and knew how exciting the horse racing is, so they all turned their heads to look at Xue. A large screen on the ground.

The screen is full of snow, the woods are bleak, and the galloping horses are in sharp contrast with the soft white snow.

Some people bow down halfway, and some are invincible.

The whole field cheered and lamented up and down according to the condition of the players.

Xue Qingchu was looking down at Jiang Sicheng's sprained hand, carefully testing whether the sprain was serious.

While talking to Xue Qingchu, Jiang Sicheng was rarely considerate, and said to Qi Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu, don't worry, didn't you see his momentum and posture? He is a veteran at first glance, and he will definitely win."

"En." Qi Xiaoyu nodded hastily, looking for Xun Qian's figure on the screen intently.

The cedar forest is seven or eight kilometers long, and with the complex terrain inside, it can be completed in as long as 10 to [-] minutes, and as short as ten minutes.

Qi Xiaoyu took Jiang Sicheng back to the auditorium just now, and the journey took almost 10 minutes. Whether Xun Qian can come out smoothly, you will see the result in a few minutes.

But those few minutes seemed like an eternity.

Qi Xiaoyu felt that his breathing was much, much slower than usual, and his heartbeat was obviously fast. Every frame on the screen, he felt that the pictures on the screen passed by too fast and too slowly.

Lu Tongtong suddenly screamed, "Ah—is that Tang Yuning? He's injured!"

Yes, that is Tang Yuning.

Flashing across the screen was a picture of a galloping horse throwing a person off.

Qi Xiaoyu's heart tightened, he didn't know what happened to Xun Qian, Xun Qian should be near him, but there was no Xun Qian in the picture.

The next second, Jiang Sicheng excitedly patted Qi Xiaoyu's shoulder with his uninjured hand, pointed to a wide white road at the end of the blue sky in front of them on the left and shouted, "Look over there, look quickly, is it Mr. Xun?" ?!"

Qi Xiaoyu immediately turned around and looked in the direction Jiang Sicheng was pointing at. The snowflakes were thrown up by the horse's hooves, and a black shadow rushed into people's field of vision like a sharp sword just unsheathed. Behind him were several similar horses.

The magnificent snow-capped mountains and the clear blue sky in the distance quietly watched this exciting scene.

The aerial camera in the sky followed their figures.

Snowmobiles were also left behind by them.

The images on the screen gradually focused on these people.

Thunderous horseshoes stepped on the snow-spattered arena, triggering waves of screams.

The cheers reached the highest decibel level, almost breaking people's eardrums.

Someone else yelled, "Thomas, hurry up! It's too embarrassing to lose to a Chinese!"

"Yate will win! Sprint towards the finish line!"

Jiang Sicheng even jumped up, ignoring the sprained wrist, pointed to the finish line, and shouted seven or eight shits, "Hurry up, come on, third master, go, go, go, go."

The others also held their breath, staring at the galloping horse passing in front of their eyes, not daring to blink.

Xun Qian's speed was too fast.

Although he sits in a wheelchair all year round, his control of speed and balance is like his instinct and innate talent.

At the same time, his posture is extremely graceful, his body is low-pressured, and his whole body is like sticking to the saddle, without any bumps and ups and downs.Exactly what a best rider can do.

When he was riding on the horse, it was as if his territory was in front of him, and no one could be a stumbling block to him as he went straight all the way.

Accompanied by Jiang Sicheng's last few broken words, and the successive exclamations from the audience, the black horse broke through the finish line.

There were cheers and screams all over the court, which were applause and praise for the winners.

In this contest of speed and strength, Xun Qian is undoubtedly the existence like the darling of the heavens.

Invincible, like a broken bamboo.

****

The free snow horse race ended in awe, followed by two other types of races.

The audience is discussing where No.1 is the dark horse.

People from the North Country are naturally unrestrained. Although they thought it was impossible for the Chinese to win the championship before, after seeing the results, they are not hesitating to praise Xun Qian at all.

"Is it really a Chinese? I really didn't expect there to be such an excellent equestrian among the Chinese."

"His riding skills are amazing. I haven't seen many people who can beat waves so beautifully. If he comes again next year, I will definitely buy him to win."

There were also discussions about the people who were injured today. They heard that someone fell off a horse, broke a leg, and broke a bad bone.

But this is not the point that people care about. Horse racing is fascinating because of danger. Injury is something that every rider will face, and it is not worth discussing.

Competitive play belongs to the victor.

Mu Qiang is a human instinct, especially in such a country that advocates force.

Amidst the discussions, Xun Qian pulled the bridle and walked slowly towards the auditorium.

The transparent sunlight on the snow ground shone on his face, and every inch of his skin was clear without blemishes.

He was still panting, his helmet and goggles were removed, his forehead hair and the tip of his nose were covered with beads of sweat, he unbuttoned a few of his riding clothes, and sat upright on the horse's back.

He is not as strong as the Northland rider, but he is stunningly beautiful at a glance.

While everyone was watching, he stopped the horse in front of Qi Xiaoyu.

Xun Qian looked up at Qi Xiaoyu.

Qi Xiaoyu was also looking at him.

Xun Qian's eyes were dark and smiling.

Qi Xiaoyu's eyes were shining brightly.

Regarding this horse race, they both have too many questions to ask each other, and too many things they want to say to each other.

But now there are too many people, and everyone is watching them.

The strong wind rolled the snow, but it couldn't blow away the strong and flowing love between them.

None of them moved.

They've done things a hundred times closer than that.

But at this moment, just looking at each other with their eyes made them feel extremely satisfied.

The person next to him noticed the anomaly between the two of them and let out booing laughter, mixed with various languages ​​and voices asking for a kiss.

Gu Meiling couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed Qi Xiaoyu from behind, "Hurry up and get down, isn't it cold for him to wear so much, go and put your down jacket on him."

Jiang Sicheng whistled, lost count of how many times he said shit today, "Isn't this my ideal picture? To win a championship, and then pretend to be too aggressive to show off affection, tsk tsk tsk, he's stealing my limelight ah."

Zheng Peizu also said beside him, "Go down, don't be shy, everyone is waiting."

Qi Xiaoyu had thought about it a long time ago, because there are too many people at the moment, it's too high-profile to go on like this.

Now being urged by everyone, I can no longer care so much.

When he couldn't wait to run down from the auditorium, Xun Qian just rolled over from his horse.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of boring snail; 2 bottles of Huanhuan and Huahua; 1 bottle of Xiaoxiaofang;