Chapter 969: Loyal fan

Chapter 969 Loyal Supporters
Wen Qiao went to the racecourse to train after school, and the employees of Zhonghuan Group found that their prince was off work at five o'clock every day. He was out of date and would never add a one-minute shift.
Ye Minqiu had a headache. She thought that retirement was hopeful, but the kid's recent passive attitude made her not to worry.
Fu Nanli appeared on the racecourse on time to supervise the training of the God of War.
After training for half a month, the Haicheng Jockey Club is at Yingtai Racecourse in Haicheng, a racecourse that can accommodate 20,000 people. Tickets are sold out.
On the day of the race, Song Yu asked her parents to push her in a wheelchair to watch the race.
The old man is still in the VIP room.
This time, Fu Nanli did not enter the private room for the rich, but instead reserved a seat in the first row.
The horse race begins, and all horses and jockeys are on standby at the starting point.
Uncle Li took the binoculars and looked at him, and suddenly said in shock: "On the horseback of the God of War No.85, it seems that what is sitting on the horse..."
Fu Huaiyong sank his face: "Why are you so surprised?"
This time Qiu Ya was also watching the game with her father, and she reminded her that she was abruptly agitated just when she heard the number 85 player.
"Master, take a look."
Qiu Ya brought her own binoculars, and the old man looked at the starting point of the playing field.
It didn't matter if she looked at it, she was so shocked that she almost couldn't hold the telescope in her hand. The one sitting on the horseback was indeed Wen Qiao.
She knew that Wen Qiao was the owner of this horse, but the jockey... wasn't it a girl named Song Yu? Why did she go there in person?
Suddenly there was no master in her heart, and she heard the voice of the old man: "Why did that girl go into battle by herself?"
Uncle Li worried: "Yes, it's dangerous, right? Why doesn't the young master stop it? It's really worrying."
Fu Huaiyong tweeted: "That girl used this jockey club as a trifle. Did she think it was a children's play? There were nearly a hundred contestants from more than 30 countries."
Uncle Li: "Isn't it? Let me ask the young master what he means."
When Fu Nanli received a call from Uncle Li, he only replied perfunctorily: "The game is about to start. Let's watch the game with peace of mind."
Hung up the phone, with a bang, the gun rang, and the game officially started.
Uncle Li didn't care about what to say.
Last time, during the race, the old man didn't even take a look, except for the last lap after being overrun by the God of War.
But this time, from the time the gun was fired, the old man held the binoculars in both hands and watched intensively.
Uncle Li couldn't help nodding his head, the old man was dubious. Although Xiao Wen was dissatisfied with his lips, he still cared very much whether that girl could win the game.
Fu Nanli sat in the first row, always holding his heart, and the camera always focused on player No. 85. The audience was cheering and shouting, and many people were cheering for No. 85.
Compared to the first competition, No. 85 has already had a group of loyal fans.
And the girl under his lens, as if a chivalrous, bravely moving forward, can not see any hesitation or timidity from her.
The aura has crushed a group of men.
This time the competition is still unfolding in the thunder of Wen Qiao's God of War and the old man.
The two most highly anticipated horses started in the middle of the race, almost driving side by side.
The jockey who thundered on the 36th horse race is a very experienced veteran. Because he has won many times, he is a little taken lightly and missed the championship last time.
(End of this chapter)