Chapter 227: Real Smell

Chapter 227

Steven knows Chinese, but he chooses not to speak it and rarely does so.

His refusal to engage with people is manifested in delivering long speeches in English.

Having lived abroad for a long time, his English is excellent, but in reality, he is not a sociable person.

He spends more time with horses than with people.

He genuinely loves horses and is a person who enjoys equestrianism.

He has been divorced once and is currently single.

He looks at the little girl in front of him, who says she wants to try riding a horse.

Steven smiles.

His smile carries a hint of irony.

Being an excellent rider requires more than just riding a horse. Moreover, a delicate young girl riding a gentle pony for a short ride cannot be considered a rider, at most she can be considered someone who can barely ride a horse.

Riding a horse and galloping on horseback, treating the horse as an extension of one's body, requires a high level of physical fitness.

This little girl in front of him might get jolted by the horse, and she might even feel nauseous and turn pale after dismounting.

Equestrianism is not a game but a demanding sport that most people are not capable of.

Not to mention the young girl in front of him, even a stronger man might not be able to withstand the jolts of riding a horse.

However, he is surprised by the little girl's English. Her English is unexpectedly good, and her accent is very authentic. Her words are hard to refuse.

She seems determined.

While his hand holding the wine glass is steady, his head nods involuntarily.

He feels like he may have had too much to drink.

The alcohol content is too high.

A horseman should not drink, as it hampers one's judgment.

He finds it amusing and wants to mock, but his head agrees uncontrollably.

By the time he stands next to the young boss by the horse track, the sea breeze blows, and Steven becomes a little more sober.

At this point, he is no longer torn about whether to watch or not, because after uttering the words to terminate the contract, Steven's state of mind has become more serene, and he can calmly appreciate the scenery here.

To tell the truth, this is indeed the worst and most rudimentary horse stable he has ever seen.

But the scenery here is really good.

A horse stable built by the bay gives a sense of galloping towards the sea when riding a horse, which feels expansive.

Both horses and the sea exude a powerful aura, something Steven truly enjoys.

But there she was in front of him.

She seemed to be one with the horse, agilely leaping past him at a tremendous speed, like a wild wind whistling by.

A smile appeared on her face, full of unrestrained brightness.

He felt like he hadn't had enough, but she had already disappeared.

Soon, she appeared again, but this time for a short while. Steven estimated the time, lifted his hand to check the Rolex on his wrist—a steel Rolex that he had won as a prize in an equestrian competition when he was young. He had always been proud of it. He had worn this watch for many years, and the strap was scratched, but the quality of the watch was excellent, always keeping perfect time.

This watch was more loyal than his wife, accompanying him for a longer time.

If he were to lose both his watch and his wife at the same time, he would definitely prioritize finding this watch.

As he looked at his watch, he heard the sound of hoofbeats again.

The rhythm of the sound matched the second hand of his watch perfectly.

Upon hearing this sound, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face. It was the speed that only the most exceptional rider could control.

An outstanding rider wasn't just about being the fastest; it was about being able to control the speed of the horse. In a race, the rider who maintained a steady and uniform speed throughout would ultimately become the champion.

Those riders who exerted all their energy right from the start often exhausted themselves halfway through.

In reality, riding was similar to running for humans, but the challenge for riders lay not only in their own running but also in controlling the horse's galloping.

However, when he looked up and saw the young girl riding on horseback once again flying past him, a hint of embarrassment crossed his face.

Was this underage girl standing before him the exceptional rider he had just been thinking about?

She appeared delicate and fair, with no direct connection to horse racing.

He suggested going for a walk, and Xiao Shengzhou naturally wouldn't refuse.

In fact, Xiao Shengzhou already knew the result from Steven's expression.

They walked together to a bay not far away.

Little Coral had completed two rounds of riding, and on the third round, she came to this spot. She loved the sea, unlike the other horses. Even when she dried off, the seawater would stick to her, making her feel uncomfortable. Little Coral had a bit of cleanliness obsession and never approached this area on her own.

But Ji Gu was different; the sound of the waves excited her greatly.

Little Coral, ridden by Ji Gu, dashed into the water. Ji Gu raised her front hooves high, and the whole horse seemed to rise up, with Ji Gu's body momentarily parallel to the ground, facing the sunset.

Xiao Shengzhou, usually composed, couldn't help but take out his phone and snap a photo.

It was truly breathtaking and full of artistic appeal.

If taken with a proper camera, Xiao Shengzhou believed this scene could even participate in a photography competition.

Meanwhile, Steven's heart was pounding like the crashing waves. Thump, thump, thump. He even wondered if he had had too much to drink, as whatever he desired seemed to come true. The girl before his eyes was the equestrian champion he had been longing for.

She was amazing, gifted, and had a strong affinity for horses. She was a natural-born rider—brave, composed, and beautiful. She was young. If she were to appear on the racetrack, Steven could already envision the scene of applause and flowers surrounding her.

He wanted to stay; he had discovered a rising star, no, a superstar.