The Queen's Rebirth: Your Highness, please bow your head

Another voice sounded in a low voice: "Look at the posture in which she leads the horse, she seems to have been trained! And I always feel that today she looks much prettier than usual, and Mu Yuluo who doesn't smile like this seems to be more submissive than she used to be." It looks more attractive! Is it my illusion?"

"Well... she seems... a little different from when she was in junior high school, but I don't agree with you saying that she is attractive. Anyone in school can be ten or eight times prettier than her."

"However, I didn't expect this waste to be the one with the highest score value since the start of the trials!"

"Hmph... I see, it's just luck. I dare say she must have lost every equestrian competition since then!"

Lose every game?

When Mu Yuluo heard this arrogant and arbitrary sentence, he chuckled lightly, and the corners of his pretty lips curled up, with a slight sarcasm, not necessarily. . .

At this time, Leng Xi led a purebred Arabian horse and came in from another direction. She was not wearing a riding suit, but a tights, which well modified her exquisite figure. In terms of charm, her dress was indeed At this moment, he won the attention of all the boys in the audience.

In terms of momentum, she is one year older than Mu Yuluo, but she is a bit shorter than Mu Yuluo in height. Although she is slender, she is not as tall and well-proportioned as Mu Yuluo. Yuluo was robbed.

The rest of the players arrived just before the start of the game, and they looked very lazy. After all, this kind of sport is just leisure for these young masters and ladies. If they really want to compete, most of them Neither have the guts.

In front of the auditorium, a high platform was temporarily built, the end of which was two meters higher than the others, and an English-style carved rattan chair was placed on it. The armrests and backrest were plated with a layer of gold. On the low mahogany coffee table, there is an English white porcelain cup on it. The swirling black tea in it exudes an attractive fragrance, and the water mist surrounds it. A row of servants stand neatly around them, bowing their heads slightly, just like their masters. The expression on his face was calm and calm.

Everyone knew from the beginning that this special seat belonged to a mysterious but extremely noble person in the school—the boy of British descent whose name they never knew who could come and go freely in the school.

At this time, he was standing outside the arena, and the screams of the girls behind him rang out. They were all secretly congratulating themselves for their good luck, because as contestants, facing so many competitors, most of the girls are very self-aware Withdrew from the competition, but because of this, he was able to observe this beautiful mixed-race man more closely in the audience.

No one knew which grade he was in, which class he was in, and no one knew how powerful a family was behind him as support, allowing the entire Loharin to be under his control. . .

All the unknowns can only make more girls crazy about his mystery and scream.

And in a corner of the auditorium, Wu Yangchuan accepted the scrutiny of the boys around him with an embarrassing face. In fact, everyone has long been upset with Wu Yangchuan. In the past, whenever he was there, the girls' attention was focused on him alone. , treating other boys as transparent people, but this time. . .With the appearance of that boy, the group of nympho girls have forgotten him in this small corner. When did Wu Yangchuan, who was popular with girls since childhood, fall to such a state? No matter how generous he is, he still feels very uncomfortable Comfortable. . .