"Professor Qin, it's your turn..." Derek said with a smile.

Qin Luo faintly smiled at Derek’s slightly provocative remarks. He stretched out his hand to hold the racehorse, walked slowly to Derek and smiled and asked: "Student Derek, you know why I chose the No. ?"

why? I know a ghost!

"What does Professor Qin want to say?" Derek said coldly.

"The reason I chose him is not because of its good jumping ability, but because of its explosive power." Qin Luo continued.

explosive force?

Derek's eyes narrowed suddenly, and his gaze flickered on the horse.

His body is thin and his muscles are not well developed. Apart from the longer Achilles tendon, he has no outstanding place. He really hasn't found any explosive points for such a horse race.

Maybe people who don't know horses would think so, Derek thought.

"From what point did Professor Qin see his explosive power?" Derek asked.

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone including Caroline.

Not only Druck wanted to know, even they wanted to know.

"Descent." Qin Luo said.

Lineage?

Derek's eyelids twitched, he stretched out his hand to beckon his companion and asked, "Where is the origin of this horse?"

"This is a horse brought back from Central Asia by the school a year ago. I heard it was a prairie horse."

Prairie horse blood? Ha ha……

Is this also a pedigree?

"Professor Qin can elaborate on it?" Derek said with a smile.

"I wonder if you have ever heard of a sweaty BMW?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.

"Professor Qin, you don't mean to say that the horse in front of you is a sweaty BMW?" Derek asked with a smile.

Sweaty BMW?

One of the top ten famous horses in the world, produced in Turkmenistan, is one of the oldest horse breeds in the world. It has long limbs, thin skin, high strength and strong endurance. It is one of the best racehorse breeds.

However, due to the scarcity of sweaty BMWs, most of them are kept as entertainment pets by the rich and few people are willing to use them as horse racing.

Is this horse a sweaty BMW?

Don't say that Derek doesn't believe it, and others don't.

Qin Luo touched the mane on the horse's back and said with a smile: "Of course he is not a purely sweaty BMW, but he has a sweaty BMW blood."

"Where did Professor Qin draw the conclusion?"

Without saying a word, Qin Luo took out a tissue from his pocket, and then gently wiped it on the shoulder of the racehorse.

In the next second, dots of red appeared on the tissue.

Sweat and blood!

At this moment Derek was ashamed.

He never imagined that the racehorse in front of him, which he determined to be an inferior horse, had the blood of a "sweat-blooded BMW".

After a long while, Derek finally recovered his calm, and a doubt kept circling in his mind.

Since this horse has a **** BMW blood, why does he behave badly in normal times?

Not even an average horse without any pedigree.

"I want to ask Professor Qin a question." After hesitating for a while, Derek finally asked: "Why did he behave so badly before?"

Hearing Derek's words, Qin Luo smiled slightly and said: "We have an old saying in China that a scholar dies for a confidant!"

"It's the same not only for people, but also for animals. Bole and horses are the same."

After saying this, Qin Luo turned over and jumped on his horse, and walked off the track.

"..." Behind him, Derek fell directly to the ground.