CHAPTER 339: DEFEATED GENERAL_2

This mocking remark successfully darkened Leng Yunyang’s face.

Jiang Shengyao patted his chest and declared, "Today, everyone present shall be my witnesses."

With those words, Jiang Shengyao tugged on his reins, stopping before Shen You’an, his bright eyes fixed on her. "Shen You’an, be safe."

Shen You’an glanced at him, the corner of her lips curling slightly. "Thank you."

Liu Runxi stepped over to Shen You’an, meticulously checking her protective gear, saddle, and stirrups. After silently saying, "Good luck," he stepped aside to let her take center stage.

Gu Bichen handed him a bottle of water. "Are you really okay with this?"

Liu Runxi stared unblinking at the red figure in the arena, his lips pressed into a faint line. "She knows what she’s doing."

Shen You’an was never one to brag. Whether it was playing piano or riding horses, in the past or in the future, he would support her unconditionally.

Xiao Ling let out a cold laugh. "Shen You’an is definitely pulling out all the stops to grab the spotlight. Does she really think she can win against Young Master Leng’s racing horse, Gale, with her little pony? Is she still dreaming?"

Luo Yunqi frowned slightly. "Yet her tactic worked, didn’t it?"

To someone like Leng Yunyang, the quintessential playboy, Shen You’an was like a tantalizing prize he could never quite attain—making him covet her all the more. Shen You’an understood the art of push and pull perfectly, and to this day, Young Master Leng remained captivated by her.

Now even Jiang Shengyao was showing her an unusual interest.

This equestrian lesson had, without question, become Shen You’an’s personal showcase.

Luo Yunqi’s sharp gaze locked onto Shen You’an’s little pony.

"All of us are just paving the way for her success."

Guan Tao had never imagined that this riding lesson would transform into a competition between the two—one look at the contestants and the stark gap between their horses made the absurdity of the race plain.

He had wanted to urge Shen You’an to switch to a different horse. In official competitions, for fairness and safety, the organizers imposed strict regulations on participating horses. Leng Yunyang’s Gale was a purebred racehorse, while Shen You’an’s pony was ridiculous in comparison.

But seeing Shen You’an’s impressive riding skills and her apparent fluency in horse communication, Guan Tao realized this girl wasn’t shooting in the dark.

Curious to see what she was capable of, Guan Tao stepped forward to explain the race rules to the pair.

As a certified Level 1 racing judge, adjudicating an amateur equestrian race was well within his purview.

The course boasted facilities designed for professional equestrian competitions. With the judge in place, contestants ready, and horses positioned, the race officially began.

Leng Yunyang and Shen You’an stood side by side atop their horses. The young man, handsome and dashing, exuded the charm of an elegant cavalier—like a scene straight from a painting of bridges and fluttering red sleeves.

The young woman in her crimson riding attire was as fierce as fire—valiant and radiant. Even under the blazing sun, her brilliance outshone the light above.

"Leng Yunyang, if you lose, never bother me again," Shen You’an commanded.

Leng Yunyang glanced at her, noting her confidence and composure, as though victory was already assured.

"Anything for you," he replied, his tone tinged with helpless indulgence, as if humoring a stubborn friend.

Gao Yuyue shouted, "Shen You’an, you have to win! Knock that guy down a peg and let’s see if he dares to show off ever again!"

Xiao Ling sneered.

Gao Yuyue narrowed her eyes and mocked, "What, Xiao Ling, you don’t agree?"

Xiao Ling retorted with a laugh, "Who would dare disagree? This is Shen You’an—we all know there’s nothing she can’t achieve or steal the spotlight with."

Her tone dripped with sarcasm.

Gao Yuyue suddenly snapped her riding crop, her beautiful eyes frosty and sharp as ice.

"Why don’t you try grabbing this kind of spotlight?"

The whip swung past Xiao Ling’s cheek, striking the ground with a fiery crack.

Xiao Ling jumped in fright and backed away, her face twisting in anger and humiliation. "Gao Yuyue, are you crazy?"

She hastily pulled out a small mirror from her pocket, inspecting her face as if terrified she’d been disfigured.

"I’m warning you—keep your mouth shut. The next time I hear you spewing slander about Shen You’an, my whip won’t miss its mark, and it’ll land squarely across your lips."

With that, her menacing gaze swept toward Luo Yunqi.

Luo Yunqi turned pale and instinctively avoided Gao Yuyue’s eyes.

As the piercing whistle sounded, the racers at the starting line simultaneously leaned forward, adopting a sprinting stance.

Shen You’an gently stroked her pony’s mane, whispering softly, "Don’t be afraid. I’ll be with you every step of the way—we’ll face this together."

The pony exhaled a jet of warm air from its nostrils, its front hooves lifting high, and let out a sharp, ringing whinny—a fierce response full of resolve.