Chapter 1068 Comparison

Wen Qiao followed Shen Yan into his room.

The little man entered the room like a madman, ran to the desk, held a dart, and struck randomly on the wooden table.

The harsh sound made Wen Qiao frown.

She walked over, grabbed Shen Yan's wrist, and asked, "Did your dad beat you?"

Shen Yan stiffened: "No, my dad won't hit me."

Wen Qiao looked at the distinct slap marks on his face. He had obviously been beaten but didn't say anything about it. He also remembered that when he mentioned that he wanted to tell his father to fire her, he had no resentment towards his father.

Come to think of it, his father is still a majestic presence in his eyes, and he probably feels that he deserves to be punished for doing something wrong.

This child's temperament is already very conflicted. If things continue like this, it will indeed easily lead to big mistakes.

Murder and breaking the law are possible.

"I see there is a horse riding stable in the back of your house. Let's go horse riding today."

"I dont go."

Wen Qiao crossed his arms: "Do you think I used a question? I said it in a commanding tone, okay? Change clothes and go to the racecourse."

Shen Yan was angry: "I don't like riding horses."

"I don't care if you like it or not, put on your equestrian clothes and follow me to the racecourse. I am your tutor, not your nanny. You should listen to me, not me to you."

Shen Yan cursed a few times, but Wen Qiao didn't hear it clearly. Then he saw the child cursing and going to the closet to get clothes before entering the bathroom.

Today is still a hot day of 38, and the staff of the racecourse are hiding in the shade of the trees and lazing around. After all, it is impossible for the gentlemen and young masters to come to ride horses in this weather.

Unexpectedly, the next second I saw a young girl walking over with their young master.

Several people immediately cheered up.

Just walking to the racecourse, Shen Yan felt like he was sweating profusely and out of breath. Looking at Wen Qiao again, this woman didn't have a blushing face or a beating heart, as if nothing was wrong.

The little kid was so angry that he almost stamped his feet.

Wen Qiao introduced himself to the staff: "I am Shen Yan's tutor. I brought him here to ride horses."

It was ten o'clock in the morning, the temperature had climbed to thirty-six degrees, and even the air was hot. The staff member was wearing a straw hat, and sweat was still rolling down his temples. While wiping the sweat, he said: "Teacher Wen, , The weather is so hot, and our young master is so precious, I’m afraid he won’t be able to bear it if we continue riding like this.”

Wen Qiao smiled: "It's okay, his body is just too weak, so he has to exercise."

Shen Yan said secretly: "I think you are here to torture me."

After saying this, he regretted it!

He used to torture his tutor. When did the roles become reversed?

Wen Qiao wore a sunhat on his head: "Whatever you think, I, as a tutor, am also responsible for training your physical fitness."

I turned around and asked the staff to bring out two horses, one tall and one slightly shorter, suitable for children to ride.

Wen Qiao put on Shen Yan's kneepads and helmet, "Mount the horse."

Shen Yan originally wanted to say he didn't know how to ride, but that would be embarrassing in front of Wen Qiao. He could only get on the horse in the 36-degree heat.

Wen Qiao also got on another horse.

"If you think it won't work anymore, just tell me and I will stop it."

Shen Yan looked stubborn, pursed his lips tightly, held the reins, and jumped out first.

Fortunately, there were trees in the racecourse, and the heat wave was somewhat blocked. Wen Qiao looked at his watch and estimated Shen Yan's physical fitness. With this intensity of exercise and this sultry weather, he could last for up to an hour.

After an hour, if the kid hasn't begged for mercy, he must stop, otherwise he will suffer from heatstroke.

Shen Yan was born into a wealthy family. He rode horses, archery, swimming and fencing, and excelled in all kinds of sports.

He thought that even if Wen Qiao could ride a horse, his equestrian skills would definitely be mediocre and not as good as someone like him who started practicing riding and shooting at the age of four or five, so he suggested, "Let's compete."

Wen Qiao almost laughed: "Compared to what?"

"It's about who can run across this hill faster."

Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes: "Are you serious?"

Shen Yan: "Don't you dare?"

Joe: ...I'm so brave!