DCFRP Chapter 97

TL: Hua

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More and more horses were galloping towards the fir forest in front of and behind them.

Xun Qian squeezed the horse’s belly and turned towards Tang Yuning. His voice was very cold with a kind of arrogance that was determined to win, “Not leaving yet? I’m not here to run with you.”

Tang Yuning’s mouth curved with disdain upon hearing this, then he whipped the horse away and plunged into the woods.

Xun Qian glanced at Qi Xiaoyu, as if to comfort him, and at the same time lifted the reins, slapped his legs on the horse’s belly, and chased in like a meteor arrow.

The two disappeared in the vast forest one after another. Qi Xiaoyu immediately reacted and pulled Jiang Sicheng over to himself while talking to the staff, “I’ll take him back; you guys go follow Xun Qian. Use the drone as well!”

The staff was stunned for a moment, but then thought that being able to film Xun Qian’s horse racing would be better material and more explosive for ratings, so they immediately put down Jiang Sicheng and left.

The drone and the snowmobile followed Xun Qian.

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Qi Xiaoyu quickly called the staff at the competition venue to help take Jiang Sicheng back to the audience to wait.

The others gathered around nervously when they saw them coming back.

Qi Xiaoyu had no time to explain anything to them. He raised his head and stared at a large screen above.

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

Lu Tongtong looked at the two of them and asked hurriedly, “What’s going on? Where is Mr. Tang?”

Jiang Sicheng sighed, “This is too troublesome to explain. To put it simply, the one from Xiaoyu’s family is here too, and now they are participating in the competition.”

“What? Third Master Xun is here too?”

Hearing that Xun Qian and Tang Yuning were both still in the race, the few people, except Xue Qingchu, didn’t have the time to care about Jiang Sicheng. They had just watched the race and knew how intense and exciting the horse racing was here, and altogether they turned their heads to look at the large screen standing tall in the snow.

On the screen, the scenery is snow-white, and the forest is desolate, with galloping horses forming a sharp contrast with the soft white snow.

Some people broke down in the middle of the race, while others were unstoppable.

The whole field gave rise to ups and downs of cheers and lamentations depending on the condition of the racers.

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

Jiang Sicheng, while talking to Xue Qingchu, was in a rare moment of understanding and said towards Qi Xiaoyu, “Xiaoyu, don’t worry; didn’t you see his aura and posture? That’s a veteran. He’ll definitely win.”

“Yeah.” Qi Xiaoyu nodded hastily, looking for Xun Qian’s figure on the screen intently.

The fir forest is seven or eight kilometers long, and with the complex terrain inside, it can be completed in twenty minutes at most, or as short as ten minutes.

Qi Xiaoyu just brought Jiang Sicheng back to the audience seats, and it took almost ten minutes on the way. Whether Xun Qian can come out smoothly will be known in a few minutes.

But these few minutes seemed extremely long.

Qi Xiaoyu felt that his breathing had slowed down much more than usual, and his heart rate was clearly very fast. Every frame on the screen passed by him too quickly and too slowly.

Lu Tongtong suddenly screamed, “Ahh! Is that Tang Yuning? He’s injured!”

Yes, that is Tang Yuning.

The screen flashed by, and it was a picture of a galloping horse throwing a person off.

Qi Xiaoyu’s heart tightened. He didn’t know how Xun Qian was doing. Xun Qian should be close to Tang Yuning, but his figure didn’t appear on the screen.

The next second, Jiang Sicheng excitedly patted Qi Xiaoyu’s shoulder with his uninjured hand, pointed to the end of the blue sky in front of them on the left, and shouted, “Look over there! look, isn’t that Third Master Xun?!”

Qi Xiaoyu immediately turned around and looked in the direction Jiang Sicheng pointed. The horse’s hooves raised snowflakes, and a black shadow rushed into people’s field of vision like a sword just out of its sheath. 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 drone in the sky followed their figures.

The snowmobile was also left behind by them.

The picture on the screen gradually focused on these people.

The thundering horse hooves stepped on the snow-splashed stadium, triggering waves of screams.

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

Someone shouted, “Thomas, hurry up! It’s too embarrassing to lose to a Chinese!”

“Atlan will win! Sprint to the finish line!”

Jiang Sicheng even jumped up, not caring about his sprained wrist, pointing to the finish line, and shouted seven or eight times in a row, “Quick, quick, Third Master, come on, charge forward, ahhhhhhhh!”

Everyone else held their breath as well, staring at the steed that sped past them, not daring to blink.

Xun Qian’s speed was really fast.

Although he has been sitting in a wheelchair for many years, his control of speed and balance is like his instinct and innate talent.

At the same time, his posture was extremely graceful. His body was lowered as if the whole person was stuck in a saddle, without any bumps or undulations. It is the posture that only the best rider can do.

When he rode on his horse, it was as if all ahead was his territory, traveling straight ahead, and no one could be a stumbling block to him.

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

The whole venue was full of cheers and screams, which were applause and praise for the winner.

In this contest of speed and power, Xun Qian was undoubtedly the existence of heaven’s favorite.

Invincible and unstoppable.

****

The obstacle-ree horse race ended in a state of awe, with two other types of races to follow.

The audience is discussing heatedly where the first place came from.

Northerners are naturally unrestrained. Although they thought that the Chinese were unlikely to win the championship before, they weren’t stingy with their praise for Xun Qian after seeing the result.

“Is it really a Chinese person? I never thought that there would be such an excellent equestrian among Chinese people.”

“His riding skills are amazing. I haven’t seen many people who can do the sitting trot so beautifully. If he comes again next year, I will definitely bet on him to win.”

There was also some discussion about the people who were injured today. Some had fallen off their horses, broken their legs, and had a serious fracture.

But this is not the focus of people’s concern. Horse racing is fascinating because of its danger. Injury is something that every rider will face and is not worth discussing.

Athletic competition belongs to the winner.

It is human instinct to admire the strong, especially in such a country where force is revered.

Amid the discussion, Xun Qian pulled the reins and slowly walked towards the audience.

The transparent sunlight on the snow shone on his face, and every inch of his skin was clear and flawless.

He was still panting, with his helmet and goggles removed, beads of sweat hanging from his forehead, hair, and nose. He loosened a few buttons on his riding suit while still sitting straight on the horse’s back.

He wasn’t as robust as a northern rider, but at a glance he was stunningly beautiful.

Under everyone’s gaze, he stopped the horse in front of Qi Xiaoyu.

Xun Qian looked at Qi Xiaoyu.

Qi Xiaoyu was also looking at him.

Xun Qian’s eyes were dark and smiling.

Qi Xiaoyu’s eyes were sparkling.

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

But now there were too many people watching them.

The strong wind carrying snow cannot dispel the intense, flowing love between them.

No one made the first.

They had already done something a hundred times more intimate than this.

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

The people next to them noticed the abnormality between the two and let out uproarious laughter, mixed with all sorts of language and requests for a kiss.

Gu Meiling couldn’t help pushing Qi Xiaoyu from behind, “Why don’t you go forward quickly? Isn’t he cold wearing so little? Go and give him your jacket.”

Jiang Sicheng whistled and said, “What the f*ck,” for the umpteenth time today. “Isn’t this my ideal scene? Getting a championship and then pretending to be too good to show affection, tsk, tsk, he’s stealing my thunder.”

Zheng Peizu also said, “Go quickly. Don’t be shy. He’s waiting.”

Qi Xiaoyu had long wanted to go down, but due to the overwhelming number of people at the moment, it would be too high-profile to continue like this.

Now being urged by everyone, he could no longer afford to worry so much.

He couldn’t wait to run down from the audience stand when Xun Qian also happened to dismount from the horse.

 

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