Chapter 473 How Did You Do It

Chen Ke'er said anxiously: "Brother Chen Mo, run quickly! Otherwise you will lose."

Chen Mo still calmly said: "Don't worry, I said that if I can win him, I will definitely win."

Chen Kexin sneered: "Hmph, don't be ashamed to speak out, if you lose in a while, I'll see how you end up!"

When Ming Zhexuan came back from a lap, he saw Chen Mo still in place, he laughed and said, "Chen Mo, you don't know how to ride a horse at all, do you?"

"It's better to take care of yourself and take care of others first." Chen Mo said lightly, and lightly shouted: "Drive!"

It's really not good for Chen Mo to get off that horse, it looks very strong, but its running is far worse than Ming Zhexuan's horse.

Ming Zhexuan was riding on the horse, looking at Chen Mo behind him from time to time, and sneered again and again: "This boy, I told him that the horse is not good, but he just didn't listen, it's too late to regret now."

Chen Ke'er stamped her feet in a hurry: "Oh, it's all my fault. That horse is really bad. If brother Chen Mo loses, it's all my fault."

Chen Kexin sneered and said: "Don't talk nonsense, that kid is arrogant and has nothing to do with you. If he loses, let's see how I deal with him!"

Chen Ke'er looked at Chen Kexin aggrievedly, and persuaded, "Sister, don't you always target brother Chen Mo? Actually, brother Chen Mo is quite pitiful!"

"Poor? Silly girl, don't be deceived by his rhetoric, how pitiful he is!" Chen Kexin sneered.

In the blink of an eye, Ming Zhexuan had already run two laps, and Chen Mo was one lap behind Ming Zhexuan because of his late start and the slow running of the horse.

With a full lap distance, even the top riders in the world would never be able to catch up, not to mention that Chen Mo is just a rookie who is still very unfamiliar with riding skills.

"That kid is doomed!" Ming Zhexuan's friends and younger brothers all looked smug, as if they had seen the result.

Chen Kexin also sneered again and again: "Little sister, that kid is doomed to lose, you are not allowed to interrupt for a while, let's see how I deal with him!"

Chen Ke'er pursed her lips, and said with a stubborn face: "Sister, don't jump to conclusions until the last moment!"

Turning her head, Chen Ke'er's beautiful little face was filled with a blind determination: "I believe in Brother Chen Mo, if he says he wins, he will definitely win!"

Chen Kexin shook his head helplessly: "Stupid sister, it seems that you have been fascinated by that kid's sweet words, he is a full lap behind, how can you win? Unless Ming Zhexuan stands still and lets him chase after him!"

Just as Chen Kexin finished speaking, Ming Zhexuan's horse actually stopped in place.

"Drive!" No matter how much Ming Zhexuan urged, the horse refused to take a step forward, and finally just knelt on the ground and shivered, as if encountering something extremely frightening.

"What's going on with this dead horse!" Ming Zhexuan was extremely depressed, and it seemed that he was about to reach the finish line, but the horse didn't leave.

Ming Zhexuan's friends and younger brothers watched from a distance, and asked with puzzled faces: "Why is Brother Ming still not moving? Could it be that he is also following the example of that kid in letting water go?"

Another person said: "I don't think so, I think there seems to be something wrong with Ming Ge's horse."

"It shouldn't be. Brother Ming is very proficient in horse selection. Even a sick horse can last the whole course on such a short track!"

However, facts speak louder than words, Ming Zhexuan's horse was lying on the ground, no matter how much Ming Zhexuan urged, it just remained motionless.

The little girl Chen Ke'er smiled and her eyes turned into crescent moons: "Sister, you are so amazing, you can tell me all of this, that guy is really standing still and waiting for Brother Chen Mo."

Chen Kexin: "..."

Chen Kexin's face was gloomy, and he cursed secretly in his heart: "What the hell is this Ming Zhexuan doing, why didn't he move?"

In fact, Ming Zhexuan was more anxious than anyone else, he kept punching and kicking the horse: "Get up, you dead horse, get up!"

When Chen Mo leisurely rode past Ming Zhexuan on horseback, Ming Zhexuan could only look up at Chen Mo, just like a mortal looking up at a god.

Chen Mo glanced at Ming Zhexuan indifferently, his face was calm, but in Ming Zhexuan's eyes, he felt that there was endless ridicule hidden in Chen Mo's expression.

It wasn't until Chen Mo finished three laps that Ming Zhexuan's horse stood up and hunched Ming Zhexuan to the finish line.

Looking at Chen Mo, Ming Zhexuan looked gloomy: "Boy, what kind of tricks are you playing? Why did my horse suddenly stop moving?"

Chen Mo glanced at him lightly, did not answer, and said indifferently, "You lost!"

"I'm not convinced!" Ming Zhexuan shouted angrily.

"Then do you want to play another round? I can convince you!" Chen Mo said calmly.

"You..." Ming Zhexuan really lost his confidence, he felt that the sudden immobility of his horse must be caused by Chen Mo, even if he competed again, he would still lose.

"Okay, I admit defeat!" Ming Zhexuan sighed, with a resigned expression on his face.

Chen Mo didn't talk nonsense with him, and said lightly: "Remember, don't appear in front of me in the future."

Ming Zhexuan's handsome face instantly turned into a liver color.

Chen Mo rode on the horse, returned to Chen Ke'er, and got off the horse.

Chen Ke'er ran up excitedly, pulled Chen Mo's arm affectionately, and said with a smile: "Brother Chen Mo, you are too powerful!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Ke'er secretly looked around, taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, asked in a low voice: "Brother Chen Mo, how did you do it? Why did his horse suddenly stop moving?"

Chen Mo chuckled and said, "It's actually very simple. If you want to learn, I can teach you!"

"Really? That's great!" Chen Ke'er jumped happily.

"Ker, don't listen to his nonsense, this time he was lucky, just happened to meet Ming Zhexuan picked a sick horse. He will not be so lucky next time." Chen Kexin was very ashamed of not being able to see Chen Mo depressed.

Chen Ke'er looked at her sister with a smirk on her face, and said with a smile: "Sister, sometimes luck is also a kind of strength!"

"You..." Chen Kexin was speechless, glared at Chen Mo fiercely, and stopped talking.

At this time, on the golf course not far away, a group of well-dressed young people were chatting with a handsome young man in his twenties.

The young man smiled and dealt with it calmly, appearing to be able to handle it with ease.

However, when the young man's eyes suddenly saw Chen Mo at the racetrack, he was slightly taken aback, and then he was pleasantly surprised.

"Everyone, I met an acquaintance, excuse me for a while!" The young man apologized, got up and walked towards Chen Mo.

"Young Master Yan, please go ahead!" Several young people said politely.

Yan Shirong soon came to the racetrack and walked directly towards Chen Mo.

When they saw him, Ming Zhexuan and others suddenly showed ecstasy.

"Brother Ming, isn't that the young master of the Yan family?" A friend of Ming Zhexuan whispered in surprise.

Ming Zhexuan, who was looking depressed, raised his eyes and couldn't help being surprised: "It's really Young Master Yan!"

"He seems to be coming this way, shall we go over and say hello?" the young man asked excitedly.

Ming Zhexuan lost face in front of Chen Mo, but he was not overwhelmed by anger. Although they have extraordinary family backgrounds, they are far worse than Yanjing Yan's family.

So if they rush to make friends with Yan Shirong, they may arouse the other party's resentment.

"Wait a minute, let's see what Young Master Yan wants to do."

"kindness."