Lin Zhi and Shan Yao's Excitement

Zhang Jun's heart was full of anxiety. Luo Fei had already closed his eyes, not daring to watch what happened next.

Luo Heng and Liu Li had begun praying to heaven. Lin Zhi stared fixedly at Cloudstream Flying Shadow as she sprinted, his breathing rapid.

Shan Yao could already hear the hoofbeats behind her, but she did not look back. Her whip flew from her hand amid the furious whipping. She could only keep urging her mount on, urging her on again.

"Trust Cloudstream Flying Shadow. Trust your partner."

Cloudstream Flying Shadow seemed to sense the trust of the partner on her back. Or perhaps the hoofbeats behind her had stirred her desire to win. With a powerful kick of all four hooves, she actually maintained her speed!

"The rate at which the gap is closing is slowing! Cloudstream Flying Shadow! Hero Vajra! Cloudstream Flying Shadow!"

Thirty meters to go. The gap was still three-quarters of a length.

Twenty meters to go. The gap closed slightly.

Ten meters to go. The gap was still half a length.

"Cloudstream Flying Shadow! Hero Vajra! Cloudstream Flying Shadow! Cloudstream Flying Shadow! She held on! Cloudstream Flying Shadow! Hero Vajra can't catch her! Cloudstream Flying Shadow! Cloudstream Flying Shadow! Across the liiiiiine!!!!!"

The commentator roared himself hoarse. "Cloudstream Flying Shadow takes it! A half-length victory! Cloudstream Flying Shadow wins the 63rd Eight Min Grand Stakes! Cinderella's return to the central circuit has earned her first G1 victory!"

The racing fans erupted in cheers that soared into the sky. Zhang Jun stood frozen in place, his hands trembling, too excited to speak.

Luo Heng threw his arms around him. "We won! Brother Jun! Cloudstream Flying Shadow won! We won!"

Only then did Zhang Jun come back to his senses, tears instantly blurring his vision.

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