The two experienced jockeys kept shaking their heads: "This horse is too wild. We really can't control it."
After saying that, the two of them ran away in a hurry.
Wen Qiao sat on the grass and looked up at the God of War: "Tell me, why are you so picky?"
The god of war ate grass slowly and contentedly.
Song Yu called and asked, "How's it going?"
Wen Qiao: "Unfortunately, what you said came true. Those two jockeys don't get along with the God of War."
Song Yu suddenly had an idea and said, "Why don't you try it yourself?"
Wen Qiao was stunned: "Me?"
"Yes, I remember that one time when you tried riding, your speed was not slower than mine. The God of War seemed to be particularly close to you. As long as you rode it, it would be docile and yet very competitive."
Wen Qiao hesitated: "I'm not a professional."
"Oh, it doesn't matter if it's professional or not. As long as you have speed, I can teach you other professional training over the phone when the time comes. Speed is the most important thing."
Wen Qiao hesitated for a while: "Then I'll give it a try."
As soon as the phone call ended, her grandfather started yelling, "Did Song Yu let you do it by yourself?"
Wen Qiao touched his neck and said, "It seems that this is the only way for now."
Old Master Su waved his hand and said, "No, that won't work. This little thing has a very wild temper. What if it falls on you too?"
Wen Qiao: “Probably not.”
"What shouldn't happen? What guarantee do you have?"
Wen Qiao: "I'll just try it once."
Then I saw her grandfather pick up the phone and make a call.
Wen Qiao was silent for a moment: "Grandpa, who are you calling?"
"Give it to your boyfriend Fu Nanli. I see you only listen to him now."
Wen Qiao: …
A man as busy as Fu Nanli was, but he was summoned by just a phone call from her grandfather.
Wen Qiao sat on the grass, lazily watching the tall man approaching. Grandpa went up to him and told him a story. "This girl is so willful. She insists on being a jockey."
Fu Nanli glanced at Wen Qiao, who looked him straight in the eye without feeling guilty.
The old man continued, "If it was normal times, I wouldn't stop her, but Song Yu fell down yesterday and broke her leg. Nan Li, tell me, can my girl still be a jockey?"
Fu Nanli smiled: "Grandpa, I'll talk to her."
"Hey, go ahead and tell me, I'll take this little creature to the river for a walk."
Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli were the only ones left in front of the stable. Fu Nanli sat on the grass with Wen Qiao, looking gloomy: "Is Song Yu injured?"
Wen Qiao: "Well, it was just an accident."
"Then can you guarantee that such an accident will not happen to you?"
Wen Qiao stopped talking. How could she guarantee such a thing? After all, the God of War was not a human being, and it was impossible for him to be completely controlled by her.
"You can't become a jockey just by being interested and jumping on the horse and being able to run fast. We are all worried about your safety."
Wen Qiao held his chin with one hand: "I just want to try it once."
"What if it falls?"
"If you fall, you'll be hospitalized."
Fu Nanli was so angry that he had a headache: "Song Yu was lucky. You know, some people fall off their horses, and the horses get scared and trample on them. Most humans are mortals, so it's easy to..."
Wen Qiao shook his hand and said, "I know my limits. The God of War is not a horse that loses his temper easily."
Fu Nanli reached out and pressed his temple. He knew Wen Qiao's character.
So, when the old man led the God of War back, Fu Nanli pointed at the God of War with a gloomy look on his face and said, "You'd better be docile. If you dare to lose your temper when Wen Qiao rides you, I will stomp you and eat your horse meat."
(End of this chapter)