Chương 969: Chapter 969-loyal fan
After school, Wen Qiao went to the horse track for training. The employees of the central circle Corporation found out that their Crown Prince got off work at five o 'clock sharp every day. He didn't wait for anyone who was late and didn't work overtime at all.
Ye minqiu was having a headache. She had thought that there was hope for him to retire, but this kid's recent slacking attitude made her worried.
Fu Nanli appeared at the horse track on time, supervising the God of War's training.
After half a month of training, the tickets for the yingtai Racecourse, which could accommodate 20000 people, were sold out.
On the Day of the Horse race, Song Yu asked her parents to push her in a wheelchair to watch the race.
The old man was still in the VIP room.
This time, Fu Nanli didn't enter a private room reserved for the rich. Instead, he got someone to reserve a seat in the first row.
The race began, and all the horses and jockmen were on standby at the starting point.
Uncle li was looking through the binoculars when he suddenly exclaimed, " "On Wargod No. 85" s horse, there's something like Wufu "
"Why are you so flustered?" Fu huaiyong's face darkened.
This time, Qiu ya also came to watch the game with the old man. Her heart was on tenterhooks. Just the mention of contestant number 85 made her heart jump.
"Old man, take a look."
Qiu ya had her own telescope, and she and Grandpa looked at the starting point of the competition.
She was so shocked that she almost dropped the telescope in her hand. The person sitting on the horse's back was Wen Qiao.
She knew that Wen Qiao was the owner of the horse, but wasn't the rider a girl named Song Yu? Why did she have to do it personally?
She was at a loss when she heard the old man's voice. "Why is that girl doing it herself?"
"Yeah, it's dangerous," uncle Li said worriedly,"young master, why didn't you stop them?" It's really worrying."
Fu huaiyong tutted,'that girl is treating the horse race like a game. Does she think it's a game for children? There are nearly a hundred contestants from more than thirty countries participating in this competition."
"Exactly. I'm here to ask for young master's opinion," uncle Li said.
When Fu Nanli received the call from uncle li, he only replied perfunctorily, " "The match is about to start, just watch the match with peace of mind."
He hung up the phone. With a bang, a gunshot rang out. The match had officially begun.
Uncle li didn't have time to say anything.
During the last race, the old man didn't even take a second look. He only lazily glanced at it after he was overtaken by God of War in the last lap.
This time, from the moment the gun was fired, the old man held the telescope with both hands and watched with full concentration.
Uncle li could not help but nod. The old master did not mean what he said. Although he looked down on Xiao Wen, he was still very concerned about whether the girl could win the competition.
Fu Nanli sat in the first row, his heart in his mouth the entire time. The camera was locked onto contestant number 85 the entire time. The entire Stadium was filled with the sounds of flag-waving and shouting, and many people were cheering for contestant number 85.
Compared to his first match, number 85 already had a group of loyal fans.
The girl in front of his camera seemed to be full of chivalry and courage. He could not see any hesitation or timidity in her.
Her aura had already crushed a group of men.
This time, the battle continued between Wen Qiao's God of War and the old man's Thunder.
The two horses with the highest hopes were almost side by side in the middle of the race.
The rider of racing horse number 36, Thunder, was a very experienced rider. Because he had won many times, he had let his guard down and lost the championship last time.
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