Leon was the first to run over angrily, and asked, "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 indifferently: "Why can't I lose to him? Nothing can happen on the field, so don't you also lose?"

Leon was mad with anger: "I lost, but you are different. Your riding skills are many times better than his. You are already about to win. Why did this happen? Did he use some means? ?”

Farnhill turned to look at him: "Leon, if you lose, you lose. You have to afford to lose. He has no means."

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

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

Farnhill said impatiently: "Leon... I said it wasn't him! You don't want to blame others because you can't afford to lose, it will only make people look down on you even more."

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

Farnhill frowned and said, "It's not over, what else do you want? If you lose the game, you also have a share, Herut also loses, and I lose too, but who of us is like you, messing around here like a shrew, It was agreed before the game, if you want to backtrack, we won't stop you, but...you don't want to be with us anymore, we don't have friends like you."

Leon's facial features twitched a few times, and he turned his head away from him.

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

Farnhill spread his arms. "Are you going to get caught in the rain? I've had enough."

Tang Zong shrugged: "Of course not."

They dumped the horses to the racecourse staff, then went into the changing room, took a shower and changed into their own dry clothes.

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

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

Rong Nuo was nervous and worried, and asked, "Tyr...how...how? How are they?"

The boy didn't speak, turned around and threw the umbrella to Rong Nuo, and then left wide open. The thin, lonely and elusive figure of the boy was like a beautiful scenery in the thin rain and fog.

To be honest, it really has such a deep artistic conception that it is difficult to understand.

Rong Nuo grabbed the umbrella with a puzzled expression on his face, what exactly does this mean?

Anyway, say a word, lose or win?Cherish words like gold is not the case.

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

Tang Zong jumped over the railing and rushed to Rong Nuo, then hugged her up.

Seeing Tang Zong's happy appearance, Rong Nuo immediately relaxed, grabbed Tang Zong's shoulder and asked, "Did you win?"

Tang Zong bowed his head and pressed a kiss on Rong Nuo's lips: "Of course I won, if I don't win, I won't 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 amazing."

The two celebrated happily in the stands, and Leon and the others watched from below. Everyone had different expressions on their faces, and they also had different thoughts in their hearts.

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