Shen Tingting glanced at her and said blandly, "I don’t know what you’re talking about, I honestly hoped to compete with Qiao Mo in this competition."
Yu Xiaoqin was slightly taken aback, unable to help but think to herself: It’s just the two of them right now, yet Shen Tingting still has to put on a facade... I really wonder how long she’ll keep this up.
"Tingting, this ti I can definitely drive Qiao Mo out of the school, even if I don’t get her expelled, she won’t be able to co back to school anyti soon."
Despite feeling dissatisfaction in her heart, Yu Xiaoqin still agreed with her.
Shen Tingting’s gaze landed on a distant figure, and even from far away, she could recognize it as Qiao Mo with years of familiarity.
At this mont, Qiao Mo was following alongside a horse trainer. The trainer was leading a horse and patiently explaining the techniques and precautions of riding, to which Qiao Mo listened intently. The two gradually approached the racetrack, earnestly discussing.
A glint of malice flickered in Shen Tingting’s eyes, hmph, Qiao Mo, I want to see if you’ll still have such good luck today!
Retrieving her gaze, Shen Tingting and Yu Xiaoqin walked around the spectator stands for a while.
Before long, Shen Tingting looked up and froze in place, staring blankly at a tall and upright figure not far away.
The man’s face was chiseled with delicate features, his eyes were cold and decisive, his gaze clear yet deep, lips tightly pressed. He exuded an aura of coldness and depth, like a king overlooking the world, instinctively making others not dare to act recklessly.
Shen Tingting was sowhat dazed, she seed... she had never seen such a good-looking man...
No, or perhaps she had seen soone with equally handso features, but no one had ever carried such profound and steady temperant as him, no one had ever been like a sharp sword that pierced her heart instantly with just one glance!
The man’s expression was indifferent, surrounded by several people.
Among them were two foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes, one of whom was speaking in English, and three or four Chinese n, so holding tablets, so holding reports, all explaining sothing to him.
This man was none other than Fu Nancheng.
Noticing the gaze from not far, he lightly raised his eyes, coldly glancing at Shen Tingting in the distance.
As soon as his gaze swept over, Shen Tingting’s heart skipped a few beats, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes carried a touch of tender shyness, appearing pitiably charming yet captivatingly delicate!
Instinctively feeling shy, Shen Tingting wanted to avoid his gaze, but was afraid he would disappear the mont she turned away, even more afraid of missing this opportunity.
She hesitated, standing there with a reddened face, looking at him while trying hard to present what she believed was a perfect smile, with anticipation and shyness in her eyes.
He... should notice her, right?
While Shen Tingting was full of hope, Fu Nancheng rely withdrew his gaze indifferently, not sparing even a glance her way, instead turning to look towards the direction of the racetrack, seemingly searching for sothing.
"Mr. Fu... what do you think of this project?" the foreign man beside him spoke again.
"Hmm."
Fu Nancheng rely responded blandly, evidently his mind was not on this so-called project.
A couple of days ago, he saw her constantly watching the equestrian competition, assuming she was interested, he had soone go to the school to inquire, only to find out it was for participating in an equestrian clothing design.
After searching the racetrack for a while, his gaze finally settled at a starting point, his eyes imdiately softening a bit.
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