Chapter 412: Chapter 412: 191 Bet (Part One)

Chapter 412: 191 Bet (Part One)

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On the racetrack, two horses stood side by side.

Zhao Qin raised her eyebrows and smiled, “It’s not fun without any stakes. How about this? If I win, you take off your wig next Monday when we go to school. If you win, you can do what you want with me.”

Her thoughts seemed clear, knowing Ming Jing’s character wouldn’t make things difficult for her.

However, Ming Jing just doesn’t play by the rules.

The red-clothed girl sitting upright on the horseback smiled faintly in the scorching sun and gentle breeze, “If you lose, give Ran Tengxiao sugar-coated cannonballs.”

Sugar-coated cannonballs, in this context, mean a bottle of Coke filled with soy sauce or a sandwich stuffed with toothpaste...

These are common pranks, but if the target is Ran Tengxiao, they become unusual.

This is suicide!

Besides, the sugar-coated cannonballs Ming Jing mentioned must have a deeper meaning.

Zhao Qin chuckled, “I thought you were addicted to being a nun. I didn’t expect you to be so good at pranks.”

“If you can’t afford to lose, forget it.”

“Trying to provoke me won’t work. Come on, if I die, I’ll have a backrest.”

Zhao Qin waved the riding whip and shouted, “Go.” The horse under her leaped forward.

Zhao Qin looked back and laughed loudly, “I will not lose.”

Not caring about her opponent’s rule-breaking, Ming Jing touched Violent Wind’s head and said softly, “Violent Wind, just do your best.”

Her eyes were as bright as stars, and she smiled, “You lost.”

“Zhu Mingjing, did you do it on purpose?” Zhao Qin looked as if she had been humiliated, her face flushed red, her cheeks sweaty, and her beauty dazzling.

At first, Ming Jing deliberately slowed down to make her relax. Then, when she thought victory was at hand, he gave her a head-on blow, purposely timing it so that he would only be one step ahead of her.

It was like playing her for a fool.

Ming Jing raised her eyebrows, “You agreed to the bet. Are you going to go back on your word, Miss Zhao?”

“Hmph.” Zhao Qin turned her head away.

“I’m not that kind of person. I can afford to lose. I’m just not as skilled as you.”

“Remember our bet.”

“I don’t need you to remind me.” Zhao Qin’s temper was already large, and she had deliberately restrained herself in front of Ming Jing. However, some people tolerated her bad temper, and Ming Jing wouldn’t. She rode her horse leisurely around the arena.

Zhao Qin watched Ming Jing walk away without waiting for her and felt even more oppressed in her chest, “Hey, why don’t you wait for me?”

The two rode their horses side by side, facing the breeze. Zhao Qin felt exceptionally comfortable, but her face fell every time she thought of the bet.

“Can’t we change the bet?”

“No.”

Zhao Qin eyed her, “What if I expose you and my cousin vents his anger on you?”

“You can try.”

Zhao Qin choked, “Aren’t you afraid of my cousin?”

That was Master Xiao of Jiangzhou, a fearsome figure in Jingdu and the north.