"Co on, boss!"
"Brother Fei, keep steady..."
"Yan, you’re aweso!"
"Fifty seconds... Sixty seconds... Go, let’s see if our new cowboy can break the record..."
Whistles and shouts resounded, even the announcer on the loudspeaker couldn’t help but holler. The Cattle Racing Tournant had reached the bull riding segnt, and the atmosphere was so intense that even the calst person couldn’t stay composed.
Everyone was shouting and yelling, and so even took off their shirts to wave them. The key was that there were so won doing it too, whether they were real cowboys or not, whenever they swung their shirts around, the atmosphere on the field instantly ignited like wildfire...
The atmosphere couldn’t be more explosive!
Chen Yingjun hurriedly found Heizi and the others, regretfully shouting, "If I’d known, I’d have co sooner, but my kid needed to poop on the way..."
Du Minghui gave him a sidelong glance and pulled Xu Xiaoyan along to cheer for Yan Fei—Chen Yingjun had now converted to an Australian, diligently handling various paperwork. He had gotten his driver’s license a few days ago, but this guy also wanted to apply for a gun permit and went for his second test yesterday afternoon.
Yan Fei rode the bull, bouncing up and down, seemingly perilous but actually nothing to worry about for him. He didn’t intend to use any tricks to ta the bull desperately trying to buck him off, just letting this bull expend its energy.
"Ninety seconds! Almost a hundred... nine... eight... seven... six..."
Bull riding depends on luck; sotis a cowboy can perform well and stay on for several seconds without issue. Yet, it’s quite normal to get bucked off right as you get on.
Yan Fei listened to the tir on the loudspeaker, calculating how many seconds he should hold on.
In official competitions, lasting over twenty seconds can earn high scores, but here, they didn’t have any rules. No-rule competitions are the annoying ones; no one knows how long the person after could last. If soone has extrely good luck and gets a bull not particularly interested in throwing them off, just leisurely hopping, there’s nothing anyone can do.
Breaking the record is good enough!
On the bull’s back, he had the ti to let his mind wander, thinking the record was a minute and thirty seconds, and decided to last for two minutes.
Two minutes is quite remarkable. Even in no-rule competitions, bulls that initially aren’t wild will get provoked into frenzy by the surrounding atmosphere and the judges’ deliberate teasing.
But Yan Fei’s bull didn’t need such coaxing; since he mounted it, the bull acted as if it went mad, not showing him any rcy, kicking up dust all across the field.
Amid the flying dust, a bull full of violent beauty jumped wildly, yet the rider on the bull, with its ups and downs, remained steady as Mount Tai. This scene made the audience’s throats go hoarse from cheering, as there were even won who, while not removing their outer clothes, hoisted up their underwear and waved it in hand. This made the surrounding hype-driven young n crazier than the bull, howling as if they wished they were the ones on the field right then.
With a contestant like Yan Fei, if he so desired, he probably wouldn’t have to wait for the competition to end to find a group of young won willing to ’play gas’ with him.
"A record-breaking two minutes, he broke Maple Leaf Town’s six-year historical record, and he’s jumping off!" The announcer’s voice on the loudspeaker was hoarse. "Look at that bull sweating rivers — if he’d held on a bit longer, the bull would’ve submitted to him!"
...
As soon as he got off the field, Yan Fei experienced the frenzy of Australian won: a group rushed up, attempting to place flower wreaths over his neck. He was startled, quickly leaping away and dodging the crowd, swiftly returning to his people, asking the cowboys and Heizi to help fend off those won.
He’d seen the outco of those cowboys who perford better than him before; the conservative ones offered a hug, while so forcefully clung on and kissed — had he not reacted fast, his face might’ve been covered in lip marks.
Even so, those won seed unwilling to relent, persistently calling his na.
Yan Fei quickly picked up his wife, giving her a passionate kiss on the spot...
The cheers and whistles erupted instantly, and only then did the won reluctantly and disappointedly disperse.
Old Hatton leered at the girls around, grumbling unhappily, "I had my mont like this back then—the enthusiasm of those girls almost lted !"
Dylan laughed heartily, "Seems like you never beat , did you?"
"Who said that?" Old Hatton glared. "Twenty years ago, didn’t I win that one?"
"So now you can only envy Yan," Old Dilan laughed heartily. "Those girls around hadn’t even been born yet!"
Indeed, a good number seed like young girls, they were the most frenzied ones.
Old Cui muttered regretfully, "If I had been up there, I would’ve pretended not to dodge..."
"You wouldn’t last even ten seconds!" Heizi and the others, despite saying that, felt sowhat in agreent. In China, they’d never encountered such passionate and uninhibited girls!
"Old Cui, you should get your paperwork too!" Chen Yingjun encouraged him. "Then we can stay here together, you might still get a chance to find a local one, sounds great to think about..."
"What’s wrong, you regret bringing and the kid here, huh?" Du Minghui shot him a glare on the side. "Hold the kid, stop ssing around with idle chatter!"
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