Shen Tingting clearly sensed the air around her beco chillingly cold. After hesitating for a mont, she decided to take the initiative and reached out her right hand towards Fu Nancheng, "May I ask your na, sir? I am Shen Tingting, a student at Jiang City Noble Academy..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Fu Nancheng’s gaze tighten. Suddenly, he leaped down from the stands and disappeared from Shen Tingting’s view.
She was stunned, staring at her outstretched hand, her face reddening with embarrassnt.
Why did he leave so suddenly?
Shen Tingting felt a bit lost but due to the angle, she could no longer spot his figure.
On the other hand, Yu Xiaoqin, who had been observing Qiao Mo’s situation all along, suddenly lit up and exclaid, "Look! Tingting, look!"
Initially, after colliding with Fu Nancheng, Qiao Mo just wanted to quickly escape his sight.
But the horse under her seed determined to oppose her, its two front hooves uneasily scraping the ground, its body spinning continuously on the ground. Qiao Mo felt herself growing more and more unstable, as if she could fall at any mont.
Soon, dust filled the air, causing Qiao Mo to struggle to keep her eyes open.
"Neigh!"
Suddenly, the horse raised its front hooves high and screeched miserably.
Before Qiao Mo could react, the originally steady trotting horse suddenly went berserk and charged back into the herd of horses on the racetrack.
The speed made Qiao Mo break out in a cold sweat instantly. Before she could react, the horse beneath her collided with several other racehorses.
All at once, the racetrack was filled with incessant neighing and rising dust, several horse trainers tried to intervene, only to be kicked down!
Other horses quickly beca agitated, going mad one after another, and the scene turned chaotic, with exclamations and neighing blending together.
Qiao Mo’s whole body was sore, feeling like she could be thrown off the horse at any mont.
She also knew that if she were genuinely thrown off, with so many wild horses trampling about, she might lose her life or be gravely injured!
As ti ticked by, half of Qiao Mo’s body was already flung out, seemingly about to be tossed onto the ground any second!
Her vision started to darken, her body weak and exhausted, hardly able to hold on!
Yu Xiaoqin and Shen Tingting stood on the viewing platform, and since Qiao Mo was not far from them, they could see clearly.
Yu Xiaoqin’s heart was in her throat, pounding intensely.
"It’s happening! It’s about to happen... Qiao Mo is dood this ti!"
Shen Tingting’s eyes flashed with a hint of venom, focusing her attention on Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo, let’s see how lucky you are!
Really curious, if your hand gets crushed by a horse, can you still continue the competition!
After holding on for a while, Qiao Mo’s gloves were already ruined by the reins, and she felt her palm most likely had been scraped raw, stinging painfully.
"Uh..."
Suddenly, the horse made a frantic move, and Qiao Mo found her legs weak and powerless, unable to support herself, and she was instantly thrown off the horse!
Qiao Mo instinctively clenched her eyes shut.
It’s over!
Was she going to be crushed into pulp?
She rembered that in ancient battlefields, many injured soldiers didn’t die because of severe injuries but because they couldn’t avoid horse hooves and were stomped to death...
Uh, she didn’t want to die yet.
"Watch out!"
A low cry resounded, and the anticipated pain did not strike her, instead falling into a warm embrace!
Qiao Mo slowly opened her eyes, eting Fu Nancheng’s handso face.
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