Wang Yilin exchanged innocent looks with the white horse. He seemed not to understand what he had said wrong.
"Miss Wen, Little White is the prettiest horse in this herd," Wang Yilin said, trying to explain his compliment.
He would have been better off not explaining. His explanation only made Wen Nuannuan angrier, until her curly hair practically stood on end!
"Do I need to be the prettiest in a herd of horses?" Wen Nuannuan slowly raised her fists. No, Wen Nuannuan, calm down. Be gentle, be kind-like hell! Damn it! I really want to punch him! Aaaah!
[Hahaha, this new guest has gotten our Nuannuan absolutely steaming.]
[Wen Nuannuan: I've somehow become the number one beauty in the horse world.]
[Wang Yilin is so funny when he talks. I can feel the sincerity in his expression, but not in his words. (This is tough, scratches head)]
[Someone finally managed to keep our feisty girl in check!]
[Baby girl, let's not stoop to his level.]
Wen Nuannuan turned around and clawed wildly at the air.
In the end, two instructors came over, and the two of them finally began practicing under their guidance.
Everyone practiced all morning, with the race scheduled for the afternoon.
The director had someone bring over a lounge chair from somewhere.
Reclining on the chair in a seductive pose, the director blew his whistle, then turned and picked up his megaphone.
"I'm sure that after a morning of hard work, all our guests have gotten comfortable with their horses. Now, let's have a thrilling race! The Production Team has set up a red line ahead. Whichever team has a member cross that line first wins. Now, everyone, please get ready and line up at the starting line." The director even yawned as he spoke. The chair