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"Brother, help Sister Ni pick a horse. She must win the race," Jiang Lu said. Qin Xusha had told Jiang Lu about Jiang Chen's abilities, so when Qin Xusha mentioned that Ni Xingyi could win, Jiang Lu understood what was going on.
"Just pick any horse; she will definitely win," Jiang Chen replied with a smile.
"Then Sister Ni, you can choose any horse. My brother says you will definitely win, so you will," Jiang Lu said earnestly.
"Then I will take your good wishes to heart," Ni Xingyi replied with a slight smile. She didn't take Qin Xusha and Jiang Lu's words too seriously; she wasn't very knowledgeable about horses and randomly selected a gentle one. After all, she knew she was unlikely to win.
She was aware of her own riding skills.
"Since you've made your choice, let's start the race. One lap to determine the winner," Bowen Delson said confidently.
Ni Xingyi nodded, not holding out much hope.
The fact that Bowen Delson was racing against a beautiful woman immediately attracted a lot of attention. People were curious and whispered among themselves, mostly saying that Ni Xingyi was overestimating her abilities. Those experienced riders could easily tell the superiority of the horses involved.
With a command given, Bowen Delson and Ni Xingyi took off simultaneously. In Great Britain, equestrian sports were favored by the nobility, and as a prominent figure in Great Britain, one had to learn it. Ni Xingyi's riding skills were decent, but unfortunately, her horse was quite ordinary, and soon she fell behind Bowen Delson.
Ni Xingyi remained calm; after all, there was no suspense in this race—she had prepared herself for failure. The chance of success was nearly nonexistent unless something went wrong with Bowen Delson's white horse.
Just as Ni Xingyi was thinking this, Bowen Delson's white horse indeed encountered an issue and began to slow down.
Ni Xingyi was taken aback, her eyes lighting up as she quickly urged her horse forward. Within ten seconds, she caught up to Bowen Delson.
Bowen Delson was frantically urging his white horse, but it suddenly stopped running and instead moved forward slowly as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Bowen Delson shouted angrily, filled with anxiety.
"Mr. Bowie, what's wrong with your horse?" Ni Xingyi asked, stopping to express her concern.
Bowen Delson shot her a glance, his face darkened. He was equally frustrated that his prized steed had failed him at such a critical moment.
"Mr. Bowie, I'll take my leave then," Ni Xingyi said before continuing on her way.
As Ni Xingyi crossed the finish line, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back, she saw that Bowen Delson's white horse had returned to normal and was galloping fiercely.
Unfortunately, it was too late; Ni Xingyi had won the race.
"What happened to Mr. Bowie's white horse just now?"
"I'm not sure, but that lady really got lucky and managed to win by chance."
"I think Mr. Bowie is going to explode with anger; I wonder if he'll send that white horse to the slaughterhouse."
A group of onlookers laughed.
Bowen Delson wore a sullen expression; he was a competitive person, and losing publicly to Ni Xingyi today had left him humiliated.
"Mr. Bowie, I truly didn't expect my luck to be this good today. It must be thanks to you; you are such a gentleman," Ni Xingyi said, jumping off his horse and approaching Bowen Delson with a smile.
"It wasn't me who let you win; my horse had a bit of an issue just now. That round doesn't count," Bowen Delson replied.
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