I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 565 - 563: Horse Duel (Part 4)
Not far away, under the parasol, Irene Spencer put down her drink and stood up; everyone’s eyes were fixed on the two horses. Ria Chapman was riding a chestnut Mongolian horse, paired with a black saddle. The horse was tall and upright, and when it ran, it seemed as if the wind was beneath its hooves.
Because she seized an early advantage, she initially left Vera Wave behind.
The horses rushed towards the grassy slope. As she leaned forward, just about to turn her head to look back, a white blur flashed before her eyes. Accompanied by a gust of wind, Vera Wave and her horse had already dashed past her side.
Ria Chapman, who originally thought she had victory in hand, felt the gust brush her face, and her complacent smile instantly became rigid.
"Damn it!"
She cursed softly and shook the reins with both hands.
"Giddyup!"
The horse accelerated, charging up the grassy slope, and soon it was downhill again.
When going downhill, the body should lean back, and the speed should be appropriately slowed to prevent the horse from stumbling.
Ria Chapman, eager to go fast, couldn’t care about these things, just going on spurring her horse’s belly to accelerate.
The horse felt the pain and instinctively quickened its pace, soon overtaking Bailey’s horse’s tail, gradually surpassing both Bailey and Vera Wave.
As she brushed past the side of Vera Wave, Ria Chapman let out a triumphant laugh.
Vera Wave wasn’t in a hurry; it was only the beginning, with the return run still to come. Accumulating horsepower, the final sprint was the real key.
The two of them descended the grassy slope one after the other, turning at the fence and racing back.
Ria Chapman kept urging her horse and finally raced up the grassy slope again before galloping toward the finish line.
Vera Wave also rushed up soon after, closely following down the slope.
At that moment, she was already a horse’s length behind Ria Chapman.
She bent down, pulling the reins tightly with both hands, her legs straightening bit by bit, and her body gradually lifted off the saddle.
"Bailey, giddyup!"
Bailey heard the command and sprinted, instantly picking up speed.
Bailey’s hooves flew over the grassland, sturdy hooves kicking up clumps of soil with grass blades attached.
On the horse’s back, Vera Wave was already lying flat, her hips off the saddle.
From afar, it was impossible to distinguish between human and horse. One could only see the horse’s flying tail and her hair flowing out of her helmet, swept by the wind.
In just a moment, she caught up to Ria Chapman and overtook her.
"Ria, go for it!"
"Ria for the win!"
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Originally cheering for Ria Chapman’s group of friends were stunned at the sight of Vera Wave’s riding posture.
They had all learned equestrian skills from an equestrian coach, so they knew this posture required immense skill, and any slight mistake could lead to falling off.
This person... is actually this amazing?!
Ria Chapman, seeing Vera Wave’s horse surpass hers once again, turned to see her riding posture and was secretly amazed.
Was this girl really hiding such skills earlier?!
Realizing she might lose the race, Ria Chapman gritted her teeth and unwillingly imitated Vera Wave’s posture, adopting this Mercedes-Benz-like riding style, and urged her horse again.
"Giddyup... giddyup... giddyup!"
She had learned this riding style too, but wasn’t very skilled, so she rarely used it. After all, horse riding was inherently dangerous, and she didn’t want to risk breaking her spine.
This time, to win, she couldn’t care about that.
Using this posture did indeed increase speed, and soon her horse’s head was close to biting at Vera Wave’s horse’s tail.
