She waved the whip, and the chestnut horse sped up, leaving the black horse behind for a distance.
The sound of the whip was heard again, and Nastu caught up.
In this way, Su Yumo ran in front for a while, and then Stu gave a thumbs up to the person behind him.
Half an hour later, Su Yumo was exhausted and his speed gradually slowed down, but Stu was still as powerful as ever.
Only then did Su Yumo realize how overestimating he was.
Her equestrian course was just a leisure activity. At the beginning, her classmates all took it for fun and there was not a single professional student.
Being the first means being the first among short people, there is nothing to brag about.
The scores on the report card blinded her.
Nastu is an all-round warrior.
He is proficient in archery, swordsmanship, and boxing skills. Cavalry is indispensable on the grassland battlefield, so riding skills are naturally no problem.
Thinking about her previous provocation to him, she was digging her toes into the ground, how could she have said those words.
But the words have been said. If she gives up now, she will no longer be Su Yumo.
She patted the chestnut horse's mane, squeezed its belly, and the chestnut horse galloped again.
At the end of the road is a forest with lush branches and leaves in summer, and many animals live in it.
Now the ground is bare, with the snow piled up on the thick branches. Occasionally a few squirrels pop out their heads, but quickly retreat back.
This was the scene Su Yumo saw when he reached the end.
The black horse bent its neck to test the thickness of the snow on the ground. Nastu stepped on the snow, his back leaning against the horse's body, his profile firm and suggestive.
Suddenly a squirrel grabbed his clothes and jumped onto his forearm. It must have been nestled on his shoulder before, and when it heard the noise, it came to find out what was going on.
Nastu gently placed the little squirrel on his shoulder and slowly turned around.
The snowy and foggy forest is his background. He is dressed in black, and his face looks slightly pale against the snow.
Like an elf prince from an ancient forest, he walked towards them step by step with his steed and the little squirrel he had just robbed.
"Lost?"
Su Yumo prostrated himself, "Yes, I lost."
"so?"
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
Seeing Stu's triumphant look, she had no doubt that he would get the job done here.
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