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Chapter 86 Ming Yu: Oh, spicy chicken

Horse racing is a sport with a long history.

The performance of horse racing is closely related to the horse's speed, endurance, foot strength and pedigree.Of course, tacit cooperation with the rider is also essential.

So, when Song Nanfei brought Ming Qi and the others to the racetrack, Ming Ya was very puzzled: "Brother Nan Fei?"

Let Ming Qi, a cripple who can't even stand up, come to race?
This... how to play?
Song Nanfei pointed to the sprinting teenagers on the field: "Look."

Ming Ya took advantage of the situation and looked over, "Is that the young master of the Cheng family? And...Ming Yu?"

Mingya was surprised, and almost thought that she was wrong.

how are they together
How does Ming Yu's illegitimate son qualify to enter this club?
Song Nanfei asked her: "Yaya, guess who will win?"

Mingya looked over and saw that there were several people racing together on the racecourse at this time, each of them was riding a tall and mighty horse, and galloped on the field wearing different colors of racing uniforms.

Except for Ming Yu who was at the head and Cheng Hongyun who came after him, the people behind were all a little behind them.

Ming Ya took a closer look, only to find out that those people were older or younger, and some of them looked familiar.

After thinking about it, she remembered that they were young masters from several wealthy families, and their status was not too low.

She said uncertainly, "Is it... Cheng Hongyun or Ming Yu?"

Even a layman like her can see the difference in their riding skills.

That Ming Yu looked so small, he didn't expect to have such abilities.

Song Nanfei said "Oh" with great interest, then turned his head, "Ming Qi, what do you think?"

Ming Qi's expression was calm: "Ming Yu."

"So sure?" Song Nanfei smiled, "Then let's wait and see."

They stood on one side of the stands, overlooking the entire racetrack, inconspicuous in the green.

But soon someone found them.

"Hey - isn't that Ming Yu's sister?"

Fang Yu was standing on the sidelines of the running field, when a boy next to him suddenly shouted.

Fang Yu followed and turned around: "Sister Mingyu!"

He greeted Ming Qi loudly, fearing that the other party would not hear him, Fang Yu raised his arms and shook his face in surprise, "Sister Ming Yu——"

A group of boys also raised their hands and waved enthusiastically.

When Ming Qi heard the movement, he saw a group of half-grown boys standing there looking overly enthusiastic.

Ming Qi smiled at them and nodded.

Those boys became even more excited immediately, Fang Yu and the others didn't even look at the situation on the running field, and ran directly to the stands—without any suspense, it must be Mingyu or Cheng Hongyunsheng.

The hustle and bustle of this area disturbed the riders on the track.

Mingyu, who was wearing a helmet and leaning over the horse, turned his head, froze and waved the whip in his hand, smiling brightly: "Sister!"

A group of them have reached the side bend, which is the big turning stage of the final sprint. The rest of them lowered their bodies to adjust their posture to facilitate the dive, but he raised his head and smiled towards the stands uniquely.

There were already quite a few people standing in the stands, most of them were children of the same generation who followed this group of rich kids to watch the excitement. Some people had noticed this boy who was the number one. Amazing exclamation.

There was a disdainful "cut" from the rider behind, "Superficial."

Because of Mingyu's movement, his speed slowed down a little, Cheng Hongyun had already moved up side by side, and the riders behind him also caught up.

Seeing that he was about to turn the corner and make the final sprint, something happened suddenly.

a pocket knife.

A small bayonet swung from behind abruptly, drew a bright arc in the air, and finally pierced into Ming Yu's horse's ass.

The horse under Mingyu's crotch was injured, Wu's hind legs were folded inward, his front hoofs were raised upwards, and he let out a long howl!
Unprepared for a moment, Mingyu tightened the reins on the saddle and leaned back.

This accident shocked everyone on and off the stage, and everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.

The frightened horse started to go mad, shaking its head from side to side, trying to get rid of the restraint of the rein, and rampaged on the field.

And Ming Yu, who was on top of it, grabbed the reins tightly and shook the horse, and was about to be thrown off and hit the ground several times.

At this time, the arena is in chaos, and there are horses following closely behind. If one is knocked down at this time, it is easy to be trampled and kicked by the horses.

Fang Yu and the others sweated and exclaimed, "Brother Yu! Be careful!"

Someone asked anxiously, "Where's the racecourse guard? Hurry up and save someone!"

All of a sudden, everyone stared at Ming Yu nervously.

Ming Qi followed everyone's gaze and looked at the past.

Where no one was looking, her pupils were dark.

When everyone was distracted by Mingyu's dangerous situation, horses next to him overtook Mingyu and galloped away.

Song Nanfei turned a blind eye to Mingyu's danger, he turned his head to look at Mingqi, triumphantly: "Mingqi, it seems that you guessed wrong..."

"It turns out that you also made the wrong choice sometimes."

Song Nanfei had a deep meaning. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He looked at the racecourse with his arms around him, and said with one word: "He lost."

At this moment, even Ming Ya, who has always been at odds with Ming Qi, is paying attention to Ming Yu's situation, but this person's eyes are all about winning or losing the game.

Ming Qi glanced at him: "God said, I will let you down."

Song Nanfei sneered, pointed at the racecourse with a cigarette, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Tell me, how did he come back?"

After saying this, there was another commotion from the stands.

Song Nanfei turned his head subconsciously, and saw Ming Yu suddenly turned around on the field, flipping his body in a posture beyond the limit of ordinary people, and immediately stabilized his figure.

Then, he pounced on the horse that was speeding past.

There was also a rider sitting on that horse, who was the one who said "superficial".

He was pointing his middle finger at Mingyu with a face full of gloating, provocative eyes, and sarcasm: "Mingyu, this is all you have..."

Unexpectedly, the accident happened again, before he finished his arrogant words, he was kicked off the horse in the first place, hitting the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

"Ming Yu, fuck me..."

The boy who was kicked down grinned his teeth in pain, and when he realized it, he started swearing.

"hiss--"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ming Yu had already tightened the reins and sat on the horse. The horse let out a long roar with its front legs kicked up, and kicked up a cloud of dust, which kicked all over the boy's face.

"Cough cough cough..."

The boy coughed earth-shatteringly and ate a mouthful of ashes.

Ming Yu turned his head, and glanced at the embarrassed boy on the ground with cat eyes, with a cute smile on his face:

"Oh, spicy chicken."

After speaking, he waved his long whip and walked away.

"—Fuck!"

"Awesome!"

"Brother Yu 666!"

"..."

In the stands, Fang Yu and the others were stunned by Ming Yu's series of disturbing actions, and spit out a series of unharmonious interjections one after another.

With the last half lap left, Mingyu was already far behind them due to a series of accidents, but no one in the stands paid attention to this match.

Unexpectedly, Mingyu's previous speed seemed to be a joke that hid his strength. He seemed to be ruthless, and he rode his horse and overtook one person after another.

The horse is like a shooting star, and the man is like an arrow. The young boy in the white riding uniform on the brown-red horse became the most concerned point of the audience.

After 2 minutes, the brown and red crossed the finish line like lightning.

The audience was silent.

At the finish line, Mingyu took off his helmet and waved to the stands with a bright smile: "Sister, I won!"

On the stands, Ming Qi looked straight at Ming Yu's direction, and smiled at him without looking back: "Master Song, are you ready?"

　After learning from the pain, I will update two chapters overnight (>﹏<)
　　
　
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