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Several other entrepreneurs then came on stage to perform dance steps, but their skill level was far inferior to Mr. Vardis's.

After all, these people are all amateurs and can't compare to a professional like him.

Mr. Vardis was very happy to win and his enthusiasm grew higher and higher.

He noticed that the Chinese entrepreneurs present clearly preferred racing, and the horses they chose were mostly racing horses.

He then suggested dividing the horses into several groups for the race, and frankly admitted that he was not very good at racing and hoped to see everyone's superb skills.

Everyone naturally agreed.

Mr. Vardis assigned Jiang Yin and Qin Heming to his group because he saw that their horses were both well-fed and strong racing horses.

The other people in this group were Mr. Vardis's assistant, Mr. Hans, a European businessman, and Mr. Tang Ning, who arrived later.

Tang Ning didn't want to go on stage, but he brought a few representatives to visit Tianyu's offline products at Pioneer Plaza.

But he immediately noticed Lin Xiyue sitting in the stands with a gloomy expression, and Qin Heming was also in that group.

Although he felt they wouldn't dare do anything outrageous in public, he still had to be cautious. So he volunteered to join the group.

Because of the race, everyone took off their riding hats and put on helmets. Jiang Yin changed into a matte white carbon fiber helmet that perfectly matched her racing suit.

After forming teams and changing into their helmets, the members of their groups filed off to the starting line of the track.

During the journey, Xiaobai suddenly quickened its pace and nuzzled its head under Qin Heming's armpit. Qin Heming naturally turned and patted Xiaobai's nose, a gesture both familiar and affectionate.

Jiang Yin quickly tightened the reins on Xiao Bai to prevent it from bothering Qin Heming again.

She couldn't remember if Qin Heming had ever met Xiaobai. At that time, he should have been studying abroad, and perhaps he met her when he came back for a holiday.

Six horses lined up in front of the starting line, pacing restlessly and exhaling white breath.

The starter was an experienced riding instructor who held the starting flag high in his hand.

The air suddenly froze.

The flag has fallen!

The six horses shot off like arrows released from a bow.

However, at the very moment of the start, the young horse of Mr. Vadis's assistant, who was standing right next to Jiang Yin on the left, seemed to be startled by the huge commotion. It turned its head unnaturally to the side, blocking Xiao Bai's best starting line.

Jiang Yin's heart tightened, and she reacted quickly by gently pulling the reins to the right.

Little White understood and nimbly dodged to the side, but even this lightning-fast interference slightly disrupted its starting rhythm. By the time it readjusted its pace and accelerated, it had already fallen to the back.

Ahead, Qin Heming rode his chestnut warmblood horse, relying on his excellent starting technique and the horse's absolute strength to take the lead and firmly occupy the innermost golden position.

Mr. Vardis and Mr. Hans followed closely behind.

Tang Ning, with his seasoned experience, remained slightly forward of center. At that moment, he turned his head to look back at Jiang Yin to see what had happened.

The wind whistled in my ears.

Jiang Yin lowered his body, his eyes blazing.

She didn't panic. Instead, she lowered her center of gravity, and her calves gave Xiaobai a clear, stable, and continuous driving signal: Keep up, maintain the rhythm, and trust in your accumulated strength.

Xiao Bai seemed to be able to read her every thought.

Its massive black body began to accelerate steadily and powerfully, its pace quickly transforming from initial adjustments into a rhythmic and vigorous surge.

It doesn't have the restless, aggressive rush of a young racehorse; instead, it's like a finely tuned engine that's gradually awakened, its speed increasing layer by layer, becoming frighteningly stable.

On the first bend, Qin Heming stayed close to the inside rail and made a perfect turn with the smallest radius.

Mr. Vardis tried to get past from the inside, but the space was blocked.

Hans and Downing were tightly locked on the outside.

Jiang Yin made her choice at the bend.

Instead of trying to squeeze through the chaotic middle group, she gently steered the reins to the left, and Xiaobai understood, veering off onto the outer path. This seemingly roundabout route was actually an unobstructed passage where one could accelerate at full speed.

They started running wildly on the outer path.

The 800-meter race is halfway through, and the depletion of physical strength is beginning to show.

Qin Heming, who was in the lead, slowed down slightly, but he still maintained control of the pace.

Mr. Vardis and Hans were neck and neck, vying for second place.

Jiang Yin and Xiao Bai, like a black whirlwind sweeping in from the outer edge, increased in speed rather than decreased.

They first easily overtook the slightly fatigued Downing, and then, at the corner before the final straight, with a bolder and smoother cut, they almost caught up with Mr. Vardis and Hans.

Mr. Vardis noticed the approach from his side and rear, and turned his head in surprise, only to meet Jiang Yin's calm and focused eyes behind his goggles.

He immediately turned around and spurred his horse forward with all his might.

But Xiaobai's top-notch maintenance and profound, ocean-like power erupted at this moment, stretching its stride to the limit and completing the overtaking in just a few steps.

Now, only a silhouette remains in front of him—Qin Heming.

The final two hundred meters of the straightaway, the decisive stage.

In the stands, Lin Xiyue stood up, clenched her fists, and dug her nails into her palms.

Jiang Yin had only one thought in her mind at that moment: I must beat him! She had never beaten him before, not since childhood. This time, she would win by her own strength. After winning this match, she would put an end to her relationship with him and turn the page.

Qin Heming clearly sensed the rapidly approaching threat from behind. He didn't turn around, but leaned even forward, urging his horse on for a final sprint.

The distance between the two horses is rapidly decreasing.

The spectators by the fence were thrilled and excited by the comeback attempt.

Ding Zhao was the first to shout, "Commander, go for it!"

As if a switch had been flipped, everyone chanted in unison, "Commander, go for it!"

"Go for it!" Jian Tingyun shouted from the sidelines, shaking his hat.

Eighty meters, fifty meters, thirty meters...

Running neck and neck!

Qin Heming's horse was on the inner path, while Jiang Yin's little white horse was on the outer path.

Both horses were giving it their all, their muscles bulging, their hooves thundering.

The wind pressure was almost suffocating.

Ten meters!

At the last moment, Jiang Yin made a subtle yet crucial action.

She pressed her body even lower, almost completely against the back of Xiaobai's neck, while her right hand slightly loosened the reins forward.

This is not about giving up control, but about giving the horse a final, unreserved trust and freedom.

Little White seemed to have received this ultimate signal.

In the final moments before crossing the finish line, it unleashed its full potential, stretching its neck forward with all its might, and its massive stride gave it a final, decisive advantage.

Won!

Half a horse's head.

After crossing the finish line, Jiang Yin slowly sat up straight, loosened the reins, and let Xiao Bai's speed naturally decrease.

She was breathing heavily, her forehead was soaked with sweat, and her face under the helmet was flushed from exercise and excitement.

Won.

It was more than just a friendly match.

She bent down, hugged Xiaobai's sweaty neck tightly, buried her face in its rippling mane, and felt its equally intense yet strong heartbeat.

Qin Heming controlled the horse, turned it around, and slowly walked back to the vicinity of the finish line.

His breathing was also a little rapid, and his face showed no obvious emotion, but his gaze was deep as he looked at the man and the horse.

Mr. Vardis was the third to arrive. His face showed no sign of disappointment at losing the game; instead, it radiated the exhilaration of the sport and great appreciation.

He rode up to Jiang Yin and laughed loudly:

"Absolutely brilliant! Ms. Jiang, you and your horse have shown me what 'speed of trust' truly means. That final overtake on the outside track required such courage and absolute faith in your partner! It was more breathtaking than any dance move."

Jiang Yin straightened up and, under everyone's gaze, took off the matte white helmet.

Her wet hair clung to her cheeks, all protection gone, revealing her bright, burning eyes, as if flames were quietly burning within them.

She first gave Mr. Vardis a thank-you smile, then raised the helmet in her hand to greet the crowd.

Thunderous applause erupted both inside and outside the venue.

At this moment, Jian Tingyun, who had been excitedly watching the game, looked at Jiang Yin's bright and cheerful face, which was as beautiful as a spring flower, and he vaguely remembered seeing her somewhere before.

He nudged Xie Jinxing beside him: "Do you remember that little tagalong who always followed Heming around when we were kids?"

"Who?" Xie Jinxing turned his head. "That little blonde girl?"

Jian Tingyun quietly pointed at Jiang Yin: "Doesn't she look like that little girl?"

"No way, that kid doesn't seem to have the surname Jiang." Xie Jinxing looked at Jiang Yin. "I remember that kid was really mischievous, always jumping around like a monkey."

Then he said with certainty, "No, that one loves to laugh, this one acts like someone owes her hundreds of dollars all the time."

Jian Tingyun was not happy with how he described Jiang Yin, and gave him a sharp look.

Xie Jinxing, oblivious to everything, continued, "That little blonde girl, for some reason, once she got a bit older, Heming wouldn't let us have any contact with her. I've even forgotten what she looks like."

Jian Tingyun nodded and said, "Actually, I didn't see it many times when I was a child."

After saying that, Jian Tingyun asked again, "Do you know where that child went?"

Xie Jinxing shook his head: "I don't know. Go ask Heming. I've never heard him mention it."

"Never mind, I was just asking casually." Jian Tingyun didn't delve any further and smiled as she waved her hand in Jiang Yin's direction.

Lin Xiyue stared at the person who was surrounded by everyone like a star, feeling a chill run down her spine and her heart felt incredibly heavy.

She bit her lower lip hard, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her bag tightly.

"Ugh, what's so great about a tomboy?" A lazy voice sounded in my ear.

Lin Xiyue turned her head and saw Wang Qian had arrived. He plopped down next to her and asked, "Why are you sitting here all alone?"

Seeing that someone finally cared about her, Lin Xiyue almost burst into tears.

.......

When Lin Xiyue returned home that evening, she was still in a low mood.

I barely ate a few bites of food before going to bed.

Ding Meiyu brought up the fruit a little later.

Seeing Lin Xiyue's troubled expression, after much hesitation, he finally asked, "Did you manage to get on Mr. Vardis's good side at the horse farm this afternoon?"

"No," Lin Xi said, turning to lie on her other side. "I can't ride a horse, and my tailbone can't support it either."

"Can Heming introduce you?" Ding Meiyu sat on the bed.

"He's incredibly busy, entertaining Mr. Vardis and acting as his translator," Lin Xiyue said sullenly.

Ding Meiyu's expression immediately darkened: "So, you spent the whole afternoon sitting on the sidelines? And he was with... her, greeting VIPs?"

Lin Xiyue sat up, frowning, and said, "What are you trying to say? Are you trying to say that I've been outshone by her?"

Her eyes blazed with anger as she continued, "Without the professor's support, she's nothing. I heard she's also participating in next month's bidding meeting, so let's have a good competition then."