Leon was the first to come over and asked angrily: "What's going on? How could you lose to him?"

Farnhill glanced at the rain falling from the sky. The raindrops were much smaller than before. He said calmly: "Why can't I lose to him? Nothing can happen on the field. Don't you lose too?"

Leon was so angry that he went crazy: "I lost, but you are different. Your riding skills are many times better than his. You are obviously about to win. Why is this happening? Did he use some means?

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Farnhill turned to look at him: "Leon, if you lose, you lose. You have to be able to afford to lose. He didn't use any means."

Because the person who uses means is not him at all.

Leon yelled: "Impossible, I never believe it. Why would a good horse suddenly turn around? Who else but him?"

Farnhill said impatiently: "Leon... I said it's not him! Don't blame others because you can't afford to lose. This will only make people look down on you even more."

Leon's angry features were ferocious: "I don't believe it, I won't settle this matter so easily."

Farnhill frowned and said: "What else do you want if it's not over? You also have a share in losing the game, Herut also lost, and I also lost, but who of us is like you, messing around like a shrew?

It was agreed before the competition that if you want to go back on your word, we won't stop you, but... don't come with us again in the future, we don't have friends like you."

Leon's facial features twitched a few times, and he turned his head hard and stopped looking at him.

Farnhill turned around and saw Tang Zong leaning on the horse looking at them with a half-smile.

Farnhill opened his arms and said, "Are you still going to get wet in the rain? I've had enough."

Tang Zong shrugged: "Of course not."

They left the horses to the racecourse staff, then went into the dressing room, showered and changed into their own dry clothes.

While Tang Zong was taking a shower, Rong Nuo ran back wearing a raincoat.

Panting, she ran to the stands and found that there was no one there.

Rong Nuo felt nervous and worried, and asked: "Tyr...how...how are they doing? How are they doing?"

The young man said nothing, turned around and threw the umbrella to Rong Nuo, and then left in a wide open space. The young man's thin, arrogant and elusive figure looked like a beautiful scenery in the thin rain and mist.

To be honest, it really has an artistic conception that is so profound that it is difficult to understand.

Rong Nuo grabbed the umbrella and looked confused. What does this mean?

After all, if you say a word, will you lose or win? Cherishing words like gold is not like this.

Fortunately, Tang Zong came out soon. He saw Rong Nuo on the first day after he came out, so he ran quickly, jumped, grabbed the railing of the stand, and climbed up from below like a monkey.

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Tang Zong climbed over the railing and rushed to Ronnuo, then picked her up.

When Rong Nuo saw Tang Zong looking so happy, he immediately relaxed. He grabbed Tang Zong's shoulders and asked, "You win, right?"

Tang Zong lowered his head and pressed a kiss on Ronnuo's lips: "Of course I win. If I don't win, how can I have the face to see you."

Rong Nuo cheered happily and put his arms around Tang Zong's shoulders: "I knew you would win, you are great."
Chapter completed!