Chapter 44 Riding Skills vs. Too Spicy: Pour the rest of the wine over...
[Holy crap! How can the Best Actor even ride a horse?! What other little surprises do you have that I don't know about?!]
[I was playing chess with an old man and he captured my king! What should I do? QAQ He was so handsome! So handsome! I'm dying of admiration!!!]
Wen Yinhe is too...so cool! So cool it sends chills down your spine! Wen Yinhe is too handsome! So handsome it's breathtaking! He's not a man at all! He's a monstrous beast! He's drained the masculinity of everyone within his reach!!!
Zack never took Wen Yinhe seriously from the beginning.
The two horses beneath them were the most temperamental racehorses in their stable; most people would fall off within a short time, and almost no one dared to touch them unless they were seasoned veterans of horse racing.
Unexpectedly, instead of screams of alarm from the crowd behind them, they were met with cheers that rose and fell.
Zack was slightly taken aback. Just as he was about to turn his head to investigate, he saw a snow-white figure swiftly pass by him.
Before him, a horse's long, whip-like tail swung arrogantly in the air, and the dust kicked up by the horse's hooves rushed towards him, as if mocking his futile pursuit with disdain.
Zack's eyes widened in fury.
He actually got overtaken?! How is that possible?!
Wen Yinhe seized the inner path, his upright back lying on the horse's back, remaining motionless no matter how the horse jolted beneath him. His taut thigh muscles were hard and strong, his legs gripping the horse's body tightly, as steady as a mountain rooted to the horse's back. He was almost squatting on the horse in a horse stance, firmly locking his body's balance.
Even when he overtook his opponent, his gaze never wavered, remaining fixed on the front, calm and composed like a mountain. The reins in his hand were also loose and steady, allowing the horse beneath him to run freely towards the sun.
However, Zack, who was a step behind him, could not be as composed as him.
Zack's face was pressed tightly against the horse's neck, his rapid breaths escaping from his clenched teeth. His waving arms lashed the horse's hide with a brutal force, his whole body filled with restless anxiety. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the white horse's flying hind hooves ahead, burning with an almost insane obsession.
Urged and pressured by him, the black horse became increasingly agitated and charged forward recklessly, increasing its speed and making its back bounce more violently.
Fortunately, it soon caught up with the white horse.
Zack was secretly pleased, thinking that Wen Yinhe had just gotten lucky, but the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead kept increasing.
It's okay, it's just that we got off to a slightly faster start.
Didn't he catch up with that very quickly?
There are still some challenging projects ahead, and he didn't believe this guy could stay so smug.
The first obstacle is already very close.
Wen Yinhe completely ignored the black horse pressing close beside him. Just as the fence was about to reach him, he squeezed the horse's body tightly with his thighs and suddenly pulled up the reins.
The white horse tucked its forelegs in, unleashed its powerful hind legs, and leaped into the air with the man on its back. Its head was held high, its mane flying backward like blooming white snow. Its four strong hooves drew a smooth arc in the sunlight, and the grass clippings and leaves caught between its hooves rustled and fell in the sharp wind.
Wen Yinhe's tall body was pressed against the horse's back, his spine taut and straight, his thigh and arm muscles bulging with power, sweat dripping down his neck, and his eyes sharp as if they could pierce through the dust and shine directly into the sun.
Then, together with the horse, they landed heavily but steadily.
The drone's camera was shooting from below, and dust was splashed onto it at close range in slow motion.
Viewers in front of the live stream instinctively moved away, but then screamed uncontrollably the next second after regaining their senses.
[So handsome!!! Help! Wen Yinhe, you're so handsome!!! (Ferocious) (Runs forward) (Falls to the ground) (Crawls forward in a twisted manner) (Screams)]
[Holy crap, I actually think we have a chance of winning again! Everyone, I'm so excited! I can do it again! I'm alive! This is a miracle!!!]
[I'm sorry, I was wrong! I really underestimated you! Wen Yinhe, cheer me on! Give this arrogant little foreign devil a good beating! Let him see how powerful we Chinese are!!!]
The white horse exhaled hot, joyful breaths from its nostrils, as if it were proud of its outstanding performance.
After landing, Wen Yinhe showed no sign of panic. He bent down and gently stroked the horse's warm neck, while his other hand, holding the reins, lightly patted its strong shoulder. He praised it in a low voice in English:
"Good boy."
The viewers in the live chat were instantly overwhelmed by his charm.
Zack watched helplessly as he was overtaken once again.
He almost stopped breathing. A burning sense of irritation surged up his chest and rushed to the top of his head, instantly burning away his reason. His vision suddenly shrank, and all he could see in the world was that white figure getting farther and farther away.
Suddenly, he impatiently pulled on the reins, and amidst the horse's painful and agitated neighing, he and the black horse leaped into the air.
The body, which should have been perfectly aligned with the horse's back, was thrown off balance and leaned backward by the black horse's frantic head-shaking. In the ensuing panic, the stirrups slipped off his feet, and he was about to fall off the horse's back.
Zack's heart suddenly clenched, and he squeezed his legs tightly against the horse's belly, his face turning ashen.
Fortunately, the dark horse crashed to the ground the next second.
Zack lay on the horse's back, still shaken. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to shatter his ribs. Cold sweat poured down his back, soaking his shirt instantly. It clung to his trembling skin, cold and sticky. His wide, terrified eyes were filled with lingering fear.
A collective gasp suddenly rose from the audience:
"What is Zack doing? Does he even know how to ride a horse? He almost couldn't get over such a simple obstacle!"
"Is this what our country's best riders are like? If you can't ride, don't embarrass yourself in public!"
"Zack's terrible riding skills are like those of a comical beginner compared to that beautiful Chinese man! It's ridiculous!"
Zack couldn't hear the whispers from the audience, but he knew that millions of eyes were watching his performance.
His face flushed crimson, and he abruptly looked up, his venomous gaze fixed on the increasingly distant white figure ahead. His clenched fists were almost crushed, as if he had already placed all his resentment towards Wen Yinhe for everything he was suffering.
The second challenge is mounted archery.
Bows and arrows and quiver hung on the wooden frame. As Wen Yinhe rode past on horseback, he stretched out his arm to grab the bow and arrows, and then pulled a slender arrow from the quiver.
The target was placed on a haystack ten meters away.
Wen Yinhe straightened up from his horse without slowing down at all, steadily nocked an arrow, raised his arm, and his arm muscles bulged slightly with the rhythm of his breathing as he calmly gathered his strength.
At this moment, his hands had completely left the horse's body, leaving only his pair of strong and powerful legs firmly securing him to the horse's back.
The horse beneath him galloped and lurched, but his body remained as steady as a rock, not moving an inch.
The wind whistled past his ears, billowing his thin clothes and outlining the smooth lines of his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Viewers had already witnessed Wen Yinhe's archery skills, but the difficulty of shooting arrows on horseback was too great, and they couldn't help but worry.
【It's okay, we're not professionals, and we've already done a great job! We can't compare to the locals who grew up on horseback, so missing the target is fine. We can just try a few more times and take it slow.】
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Everyone felt a flash of silver light before their eyes, and heard a sharp whistling sound as if the air was being torn apart.
In the blink of an eye, the silver arrow was seen standing straight in the target, its snow-white tail feathers trembling, and the hum of the bowstring seemed to linger in the dust.
When the gaze returned to Wen Yinhe, the man had already withdrawn from his archery stance, his arm muscles still taut. He casually tossed the bow and arrow away and continued running forward without a second thought.
The series of movements were fluid and swift; before the audience was even ready to begin watching, it was already over.
【…Huh? Huh? ??? I'm stuck again? ???】
[Holy crap? Holy crap holy crap holy crap?! Dude...no...are you a god?! ...
[The actor is definitely cheating! I just blinked and the arrow hit me! He's definitely exploiting a bug! I knew we were living in a giant game world, hahaha! (Never mind me, I've gone crazy!)]
[Hahahaha, I'm speechless! Whatever! I wouldn't be surprised if you suddenly told me the Best Actor was an alien! I told you Earthlings couldn't have such a perfect face, right? You guys didn't believe me!!!]
[Damn it! We've been on a rocket the whole time! Who needs a bicycle?! Let's just do it! Go, Oscar winner! Beat this little brat to a pulp!!!]
Even the audience couldn't help but exclaim and praise with genuine emotion:
"I admit, I underestimated him! His horsemanship and archery skills are in no way inferior to any of our locals!"
"I never imagined that this beautiful foreign man not only had an angelic face and a lithe physique, but also extraordinary riding skills! There really is such a perfect person in the world! I'm really falling in love with him!"
"Haha! You're too late. He already has a lover, and I just checked. Apparently, his lover is a very famous tycoon on the China Rich List!"
"What? I was just about to ask him for his contact information later. Are you really my friend? Why didn't you wait until I died to tell me this sad news?"
“It’s okay, we can become his fans. I heard he’s a very famous actor in China. When we get home, we can find some of his movies to watch. I haven’t seen any Chinese movies yet.”
"Wow, cool! You're a genius! From today onwards, I'm a huge fan! Although I can't ask for his contact information, I can ask for his autograph and a photo!"
By the time Zack hurriedly grabbed his bow and arrows, Wen Yinhe had already calmly left.
His appearance was actually quite decent, with a high nose and thick eyebrows, but now it was twisted by jealousy.
He watched Wen Yinhe's retreating figure, the last glimmer of clarity in his eyes completely swallowed by jealousy, leaving only a thick, poisonous ruthlessness and madness.
He trembled as he raised his bow and arrow, passed over the target, and slowly and hesitantly aimed at Wen Yinhe's back in front of him.
The viewers in the live chat, limited by their field of vision, had not yet noticed anything.
The experienced locals, however, had already vaguely realized Zack's intentions and all wore expressions of disbelief.
"What is Zack trying to do?"
"Is he trying to hurt his opponent?!"
"That's cheating! That's a foul!!!"
The chieftain sensed something was wrong and immediately blew the whistle to stop the match, trying to stop Zack.
However, Zack's rationality had been completely consumed by jealousy, and his mind was filled with nothing but the desire to win.
He is willing to stop at nothing to achieve this.
As long as we can win.
Zack drew his bow and arrow, slowly lowering it from Wen Yinhe's body towards the horse's hooves, his crimson eyes filled with a terrifying obsession.
His heart was pounding so hard that his blood was boiling, making him increasingly dizzy. It was as if a demon was controlling his body and pulling on his limbs, and he couldn't escape from this extreme negative emotion.
He thought he didn't mean to hurt him; he just wanted to use the arrow to scare the horse beneath the man and teach him a lesson.
He thought to himself that he hadn't done it on purpose; the arrow had simply missed the target by accident. Accidents were inevitable in competitions, and he could just apologize afterward.
The next second, the bowstring was released, and the arrow flew out.
The entire audience gasped in surprise.
However, even faster than the arrows came Lu Huaijin's anxious shouts:
"Hidden Crane—Get out of the way!!!"
No one knows how Wen Yinhe managed to accurately capture Lu Huaijin's voice in such a noisy and chaotic environment, and how he nimbly steered his horse to the side without hesitation.
The sharp arrowhead pierced straight into the ground, leaving a piercing shriek and raising a cloud of dust.
Only now did the viewers in the live chat realize what had happened:
[Holy crap! Did he just aim an arrow at the movie star?! Has he gone mad?! That arrow was just a fraction higher and it would have hit someone!!!]
[Was this intentional? This is definitely intentional!!! Damn it!!! He killed someone just because he couldn't win? Can I call the police?]
[Is the movie star alright??? We're not competing in this stupid competition anymore! Let's go home! QAQ! And that damn brat, I'm warning you! If the movie star gets even a little bit hurt, you're finished!!!]
The clan chief breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wen Yinhe had successfully and safely escaped. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and shouted Zack's name, begging him to come back.
However, Zack seemed not to hear him, picked up another arrow and shot it at the target, then chased after Wen Yinhe's retreating figure.
After the arrow missed its mark, Zack regained his senses amidst the patriarch's roar.
He knew perfectly well that he had acted impulsively, but now he had no choice but to win the game.
The final challenge is a stunt performance where the rider must bend down on horseback to pick up a bottle of wine from the ground and drink it all in one gulp.
Wen Yinhe showed no sign of backing down.
This contest has progressed to a point where it can no longer be stopped at will.
He must obtain a result that satisfies him, or he will not give up.
Wen Yinhe arrived at the destination first. When he was still more than ten meters away from the bottle, his upper body suddenly tilted towards the ground, his strong and muscular waistline instantly tightened, and his two long legs gripped the sides of the saddle with amazing strength, firmly fixing his body on the mount.
At this moment, his entire upper body was almost completely tilted to the ground, and the mud kicked up by the horse's hooves instantly dirtied his fair face, with the tip of his nose almost touching the grass on the ground.
The viewers in the live chat were almost paralyzed with fear by this extremely dangerous and difficult move, covering their eyes and screaming, too scared to watch closely.
In just a few seconds, the bottle was rapidly approaching.
Wen Yinhe stretched out his long arms, his large hands precisely scooping up the cold bottle, but instead of getting up immediately, he used the speed of his run to wipe the bottle cap on the ground—
The bottle cap popped open suddenly, and the wine splashed everywhere.
Wen Yinhe suddenly exerted force with his long legs gripping the horse's back, his taut waist and abdomen tightened abruptly, and his entire upper body rebounded with unimaginable strength and agility, sitting up steadily again with an almost elegant composure, as if the thrilling moment had never happened, only the black hair on his cheeks was blown into disarray by the wind.
The next moment, he raised his head high, lifted the bottle, and drank the wine fiercely.
With a violent thud of his Adam's apple, the pungent liquor flowed hot into Wen Yinhe's throat, wetting his rosy, glossy lips.
More wine spilled out due to the horse's jolting, sliding down his perfect jawline and long, sexy neck, disappearing into the depths of his sweat-soaked collar.
Since the wine had already spilled, he simply raised his arm and poured the remaining wine all over his sweaty shoulders and neck.
Amber-colored liquor mixed with glistening beads of sweat flowed freely down his smooth, taut neck muscles. The blazing sun shone down, illuminating the wet sheen on his skin before it evaporated.
My skin felt a burning sensation, accompanied by itching.
Wen Yinhe couldn't help but wipe his neck with his slender fingers, his deep black eyes also seemed to turn red from the spicy wine, faintly revealing an unusual aggressiveness and oppressive feeling.
The audience was screaming until their voices were hoarse, not to mention the barrage of comments on the big screen.
[Holy crap! This is so incredibly arousing! I'm going crazy! Who taught you to drink like this?! You're just pouring all the leftovers on yourself, aren't you?! This is so civilized!!! Stop touching me! Stop touching me! It's getting more and more arousing!!!]
[OMG, that core strength is incredible! She went down so smoothly and came back up so smoothly! I can't imagine how amazing that power would be in bed! Oh no, I'm getting a nosebleed! Mr. Lu, you really work hard every night~~~]
[Help! It's so spicy! The actor's eyes are like he's going to eat me alive! He looks like a wild beast, oh my god! I can't take it! This scene is too much for me to handle! I can't take it anymore! Who let the wolf out? Oh, it's from CEO Lu's house. It's alright now! I just want to know if CEO Lu is already craving it...]
The camera immediately and considerately focused on Lu Huaijin's face.
Lu Huaijin's face looked as noble and elegant as ever, but his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably. His deep gaze seemed to be licking Wen Yinhe's wet face inch by inch from a distance, as if he wanted to swallow every drop of the crystal-clear wine on Wen Yinhe's face. His eyes burned with the most primal desire, and he looked extremely thirsty.
He couldn't resist asking the clan chief for a bottle of wine, and drank it down while surrounded by handsome men on the horse track. The thirst and itching in his throat not only didn't subside, but intensified.
This wine...
It's too spicy.
Lu Huaijin slowly wiped the warm, damp wine from his lips with his thumb, his deep eyes narrowing slightly before he gently bit his wet fingertip.
No one knew how much he longed to grab Wen Yinhe's head and give him a passionate and intense kiss at that moment.
He was well aware that countless eyes from all over the world were eyeing his treasure.
But so what?
See? You can see it, but you can't eat it.
This man can only be his.
[Oh my god! Mr. Lu's gaze! It made my face turn bright red, I can't even describe it! It feels like Mr. Lu could devour an entire movie star with just his eyes! Heaven knows they haven't been affectionate for a full half hour! Mr. Lu is so anxious! I'm so anxious too! Let's crowdfund to buy them a bed right here and now and make it for us!!!]
[Mr. Lu, your man touches your neck, so you touch your lips, right? Fine, fine, you two are both so hot! As a reward, you two will kiss each other's lips! You're welcome! It's what you deserve!]
[The production team really knows how to give us screen time, hahaha! Calling for the Best Actor—Best Actor, hurry up and end the competition in one fell swoop! Your CEO Lu is about to go crazy!!!]
At this point in the horse race, the outcome is already quite clear.
As if he had heard the calls from the comments, Wen Yinhe glanced almost imperceptibly to his side, then suddenly raised the wine bottle in his hand and smashed it hard on the ground.
A loud bang.
Zack happened to be riding past on horseback when a bottle suddenly exploded under the black horse's hooves.
The black horse neighed in fright, unable to bear the pressure and whipping from the rider any longer. It frantically pawed at its hooves and thrashed its neck, clearly in a state of complete agitation.
Zack hadn't anticipated this unexpected incident; the reins slipped from his sweaty palm.
Before he could react, his entire body was suddenly lifted into the air by the violent jolting of the horse.
A sudden dizziness.
Zack crashed heavily to the ground, even rolling several meters along the ground due to inertia. He was not wearing any protective gear from head to toe, and his head was instantly bleeding profusely.
The strong smell of blood filled his nostrils. He felt as if every bone in his body was shattered, and every cell and skin in his body screamed in pain, followed by an overwhelming fear of death.
Faced with death, the victory he had been so determined to achieve just seconds before seemed utterly insignificant.
He even felt confused, not understanding why he was fighting this man to the death.
Zack saw a tall figure dismount from his horse and walk towards him step by step.
The ground beneath him was cold and hard, the chill penetrating to the bone, seeping into Zack's marrow through his soaked clothes.
Vitality is rapidly draining away along with the scalding blood.
He struggled to raise one hand, and the fear of death made him instinctively cry out for help in a hoarse voice:
"Help... Help me..."
Wen Yinhe walked up to him and slowly squatted down. After glancing indifferently at his pale, weak hands, she leaned down in front of him and asked in a soft voice in English:
Does it hurt?
Zack wept bitterly, nodding repeatedly in regret.
The Chinese man in front of him looked gentle and kind, and he hoped that he could save him.
He was about to die.
However, he heard the man let out a pleasant sigh:
"That's good."
Zack shuddered.
In the blurred vision, the man's handsome and gentle smile suddenly became as terrifying as a demon.
The voice beside my ear was low and soft, almost with a soothing illusion, yet it inexplicably stirred up a chilling feeling in my bones:
"Remember the pain you feel right now, remember the taste of blood, remember the feeling of your bones being shattered. Every time you see a Chinese person in the future, remember this moment, remember the pain you feel, and then stay away from us. Got it?"
After saying that, Wen Yinhe didn't look at the person on the ground again. He brushed past the medical staff who rushed over and even nodded politely and elegantly to them.
A familiar figure came rushing from afar.
Wen Yinhe had a relaxed and handsome appearance. Facing the sun, he naturally opened his arms.
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