Horse Racing: Picking Up Where We Left Off

Although Zhang Bo and Zhuge Yun really wanted to argue back, they had no choice but to admit that those people were speaking the truth.

It was precisely because they knew this so clearly that they felt even more unwilling to accept it.

"Whoa~"

Loud exclamations of amazement and whistles erupted from the crowd.

It turned out that after the tall, slender student removed the flag, he released the reins with both hands, held the flag in front of his chest, and bowed in a courteous salute.

Gentlemanly and handsome.

His raised brows and eyes revealed an unmistakably flamboyant air.

This stirred up even more cheers.

But in the next second—"Ah~"

The expressions on people's faces instantly changed to horror, while a woman's scream pierced the sky.

"Neigh~"

The black horse stumbled with its front legs.

Because the tall, slender man had failed to hold on to the reins, his body leaned backward. Just as he was about to fall, his flailing hands caught the reins.

Then, using the strength of both feet hooked into the stirrups, he lunged forward and threw himself onto the horse's neck.

"Clop-clop~ Clop-clop~"

The black horse regained its composure and began galloping swiftly again.

The series of changes had happened in the blink of an eye.

Before the spectators' cries of alarm had completely died away, the crisis was already over.

Everyone froze for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief.

Although they were not involved, all of them wore expressions of lingering shock.

"Who knows whether that Zhang kid is unlucky or lucky?"

Wang Tong slowly relaxed his tightly furrowed brows. "Still, nothing happened in the end. That kid is lucky after all."

Lucky?

Xiao Xiao's lips curved slightly as his gaze fell