234: C234 The Man Who Can Create Miracles

C234 The Man Who Can Create Miracles

3When the poor horse saw this, it widened its eyes vigilantly. Han Qiang smiled and waved his hand. "The saddle and whatnot were prepared for the poor horse. It doesn't need this kind of thing."

Xuan Xuan said in annoyance, "Big Brother, don't pretend to be cool. The saddle can make you sit stably on the back of the horse. When you run, your butt won't hurt. You don't need the saddle. After ten kilometers, your butt will definitely explode from the bumpy ride."

Han Qiang smiled evilly and said, "It's good that it blooms. It just so happens that you can enjoy the medicine service of a beautiful woman."

"Apply your sister's medicine! I will definitely sprinkle some salty salt on you!" Xuan Xuan said with a dark face.

Han Qiang took the saddle and casually threw it aside. He walked to the side of the inferior horse and said gently, "Brother, we don't need to use vulgar horse toys. Follow me out for a run?"

Sirius ~

The poor horse seemed to understand his words. It stood up with a cry and kicked the stable door with its front hooves. The door with many nails was kicked out and it slowly walked out.

"It's done!"

Han Qiang looked happy. He walked to the side of the horse and gently pressed on the horse's back. He jumped on the horse and rested his legs on the sides of the horse.

Strangely, the poor horse did not listen to Han Qiang's instructions. It just walked to the starting point of the track and stood next to Young Master Yang. It looked at the Ferghana Horse that he had chosen.

The referee saw that both of them were in position. He repeated the rules and pulled the trigger with the starting gun.

Snap!

With a crisp sound, the whip in Yang Rui's hand fiercely whipped the Ferghana Stallion's back, leaving behind a deep bloody wound. The horse screamed in pain and rushed out.

Only then did Xuan Xuan realize that Han Qiang did not even take the horse whip in his hand. She gloomily covered her face, "Even if Mr Qiang has never ridden a horse before, he should have seen the carriage owner driving the carriage on TV. If he doesn't take the whip, he will be waiting to lose."

"Maybe Mr Qiang really wants to find an excuse to lose the second match. Let's not have any hope for him." Yang Ruirui smiled bitterly.

"Let's go, brother!"

Han Qiang lightly patted the neck of the poor horse.

Sirius!

The poor horse once again stood up and cried out as it rushed out.

Yang Ruirui was originally worried that Han Qiang's butt would become eight pieces on the bumpy hill road. She did not expect that at the same time the horse rushed out, his legs clamped the horse's stomach. His body left the horse's back and maintained a forward position. One hand grabbed the horse's mane and the other hand swayed in the air like a gust of wind.

Xuan Xuan slapped her forehead in annoyance, "Meow my ass! This big brother is not afraid of falling off the horse's back?"

Yang Ruirui frowned and said, "Something's not right! I've seen similar movements in the prairie. That Da Mu Cavalry Championship also rode like this. It's just that Mr Qiang is lacking a horsewhip and a saddle when compared to him."

The poor horse with psoriasis on its skin was like a gust of wind blowing across the grassland in front of everyone. It rushed forward and caught up with Yang Rui who was in the lead in less than five minutes.

"How is this possible!"

Yang Rui was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out when he saw Han Qiang's horse and horse fly past him.

"It was just a fleeting moment. I will definitely reveal my true colors later." Young Master, who was watching the fight, said indifferently.

"Nonsense. Didn't you see the condition of Director Han and his horse? His Qi field is steadily superior to Young Master Yang's. According to this posture, as long as the poor horse's physical strength doesn't collapse, he will definitely win this match."

...

Amidst the discussion of the crowd, Han Qiang and Yang Rui had already disappeared from their line of sight.

Ten kilometers wasn't a long distance, and they had only driven for less than ten minutes.

Along the way, Yang Rui saw Han Qiang riding the poor horse that was about to be sent to kill and eat meat, and the distance between them was getting bigger and bigger. He remembered that he crazily whipped the back of the horse, making it move much faster than before.

Even so, the distance between them did not shorten, but instead, it was getting farther and farther.

Ten minutes later, Yang Rui saw Han Qiang riding a poor horse. Carrying a flag with the word 'champion' on it, he quickly flew back. He could not help but stop and look at the pillar beside him. He was nearly one kilometer away from the finish line!

"Qidian is waiting for you, Young Master Yang!"

Han Qiang shouted as he rode away on his horse. The flag of the champion was raised high up in the air and was fluttering in the wind.

The sound of the flag fluttering was like a loud slap on Yang Rui's face.

At the starting point, the people who were waiting excitedly stood up when they saw the flag of the champion being raised high in the sky.

"Coming back so soon, I'm sure I can break the record of the circus competition!"

"It must be Young Master Yang who is so awesome!"

...

Yang Ruirui sighed as she listened to the discussions around her, "Mr Qiang is good everywhere, but sometimes he is too confident. If he had chosen a horse well in this competition and fought seriously, he would not have lost so badly."

Xuan Xuan's eyes were fanatical as she said, "Mr Qiang is the man who can create miracles the most, perhaps this time too!"

Yang Ruirui said disdainfully, "If you want to create miracles, you must have that kind of talent. Otherwise, why don't you let someone who does not know how to swim try to win the swimming championship?"

Before she finished speaking, she heard an exclamation from the side, "What the heck!? Why is that guy carrying the flag is him!?"

Yang Ruirui hurriedly looked up and saw that Han Qiang was still in the same posture as before. However, his right hand was holding a golden flag of the champion. She could not help but exclaim, "Oh my god! Mr Qiang really won the championship?"

Xuan Xuan was similarly shocked in her heart, but on the surface, she raised her head proudly, "How is it, Ruirui? Mr Qiang is indeed a man who can create miracles, right?"

"A man who can create miracles... Will he be my miracle?" In the depths of Yang Ruirui's heart, a thought that made her blush and her heart beat suddenly emerged.

Han Qiang raised the flag and galloped to the starting point. He casually tossed the flag in a heroic manner, and the fluttering flag was nailed into the grass with a cracking sound.

The horses that were scolded as inferior horses before they set off now held their chests high and raised their heads. Their eyes proudly swept across the 'famous horses' in the stables. They really had the imposing manner of an emperor among the horses.

Xuan Xuan suddenly said in surprise, "Strange, why did those psoriasis fur stretch out!"

"Hmm?"

Yang Ruirui heard and quickly looked over. She saw that the horse's fur was spread out. Although the color was a little mottled and was not as uniform as the other horses' fur, it looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Xuan Xuan excitedly ran over and before she could get close, the poor horse vigilantly stared at her and its front hooves anxiously moved in the same place.

Han Qiang was afraid that Xuan Xuan would be carried up so he hurriedly patted the horse's neck, "Don't worry brother. This is my friend. He came over to praise you."

When the poor horse heard that, the teacher immediately came down. He even lowered his head and moved closer to Xuan Xuan.

Xuan Xuan saw the horse walking towards her and was so scared that she took a step back. But seeing that it did not have any ill intentions, she finally mustered up her courage and stepped forward. She gently touched its cheek and praised sincerely, "Mr Qiang, this horse is really powerful, even stronger than those Ferghana Horses. What breed is it? "

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