Chen Xing went to prepare, but he didn't see Zhou Peng and the others for a while, but they met half an hour later at the trackside of the racecourse.
He was following the team, leading a young horse forward, wearing a full set of protective gear provided by the organizer... The organizer was really afraid that tourists would fall off their horses, and the tests in advance were already very strict, and they also had to
You have to wear protective gear.
He has never ridden a horse wearing protective gear.
While walking, Chen Xing suddenly saw Zhou Peng and Qin Xinlei standing outside the railing.
The Naadam venue is very free and convenient. If you want to relax, take a rest, eat snacks, and visit Naadam, you can sit in a high seat and watch the whole day's performance.
For example, in the Mongolian boxer competition, ordinary tourists cannot see the top competition because you can't squeeze to the front.
Not everyone is born to crowd around people and gather holy bodies like Chen Xing.
So sitting in the stands and looking far away is also a way to participate.
What Chen Xing didn't expect was that Zhou Peng and the others were so strong that after walking around the venue for several hours without sitting down to rest, they actually came to stand outside the racecourse fence to watch.
As soon as they approached, Zhou Peng and the two men immediately shouted, "Come on."
Chen Xing said: "Are you so energetic? I'm afraid you won't be able to get up tomorrow."
"Why can't you get up?" Zhou Peng immediately retorted, "Do you think I am you?"
Chen Xing rolled his eyes. Before he could say a second sentence, he was already far away from Zhou Peng's position.
There were a lot of people, so if you were a little further away, you couldn't hear the sound clearly.
Unlike Mongolians who love Bok, tourists are most concerned about horse racing. They have already watched the main race in the morning, and the tourist race in the evening is not to be missed for them.
Standing on this racecourse, the surrounding sounds were all gathering in the middle. Only then did he realize what it meant to be bustling with people. This feeling was completely different from the excitement of street performances, and it gave rise to a strong desire for expression.
This is the charm of sports competition.
There are many types of horse racing. According to current parlance, Mongolian horse racing is a flat race, and the competition is speed.
After walking around the track, Chen Xing got on the horse.
The loudspeaker once again promoted the horse racing, and the crowd continued to gather towards the racecourse. The staff in charge of the tourist horse racing also once again emphasized that safety is the first priority in the race... But when it comes to running, how can those who have ridden horses think so?
Safety first?
Even those who want to experience the atmosphere will be confused and speed up when they are surrounded by countless people in this arena.
After about ten minutes, the countdown began and everything was silent.
In fact, the noise outside the stadium was still very loud, but Chen Xing could no longer hear the sounds coming from outside the stadium. He was only concentrating on listening to one sound, which was the starting gun for the start of the game.
Other than that, there was really no sound in Chen Xing's ears.
Before he could think of this problem, gunfire rang out.
The horses reacted faster than him. Just like sprinters, a group of horses started running forward from stillness to movement. And it was not as orderly as a human sprint race. Even if dozens of horses were separated by
For a long distance, people still feel the momentum of thousands of horses galloping.
This is seventy horses, and the thousands of horses seen in some TV series are not that many.
Of course the tourists enjoyed watching it, especially those who arrived at the venue in the afternoon. They jumped up and down with excitement, held their hands in front of their faces and shouted loudly: "Come on! Come on! Go for it!"
"drive!"
Chen Xing just rushed forward.
This is a really good horse. If it were put in Europe, the rich second generation would probably spend a lot of money to buy it.
After running about half of the race, Chen Xing ran from the middle position to the first place. There was no one to chase in front of him. He felt very comfortable. The horse he was riding also roared excitedly and looked back at his peers.
, there was wind under my feet, and my speed increased again.
People from the Naadam Cultural and Tourism Bureau outside the venue were horrified and swore that this would definitely be the last tourist horse racing and would never be held again.
I thought it was nothing at first, but the scene was so scary.
The top travel bloggers rushed forward desperately, pulling a group of people with better skills to follow. The starting point of each of them was actually recorded. By watching the replay at the end, you can know who is faster and who is slower.
But now we are all competing for first and second place, selectively forgetting that this is a time trial.
Chen Xing dares to say that there is no man who does not like this feeling of speed. Many men feel this kind of excitement when they first get into driving. They will not feel the fatigue of driving until half a year or even a year later.
Does anyone miss the excitement of just touching a car?
I wish I could sleep in the car.
If these people are introduced to horse riding, the novelty will come back immediately.
Chen Xing is in this excitement. He likes horse riding, but there are not many opportunities to ride horses when living in the mainland, let alone competing with others in this kind of venue. Moreover, Chen Xing understands the competition.
's is a word comparison.
Zhou Peng's voice was almost hoarse, but he still shouted in the crowd: "Charge! Hold the grass! Chen Xing is awesome! You can surpass this!"
The person next to me just said: "The first place is so handsome."
He immediately grabbed the man's hand and shouted: "My brother! The one who is first! We came together!"
"Well, Niubi Niubi..."
Many girls also have red hearts in their eyes. The Prince Charming in their minds is actually like this. He is tall and rides a horse. When the wind blows, his clothes stick tightly to his angular abdominal muscles. I really want to touch them.
One touch.
And Chen Xing’s hair is a bonus.
It is usually difficult to take care of him, and sometimes he looks a little sloppy when he goes out without putting any thought into it. But when the wind blows while riding a horse, he looks really cool. Ninety percent of the screams outside the stadium are because of him.
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If this trip is really made into a vlog and released, it will probably attract a group of fans.
Qin Xinlei's heart was filled with excitement when she saw it, and she couldn't help but give Zhou Peng a hammer.
It made him confused.
"Why did you hit me?"
"……fine."
Qin Xinlei decided to leave some dignity to her man and let him go to the gym after getting married. He has gained weight as he gained weight, which was not the case when they first met.
Chen Xing was the first to finish the 1,600-meter track.
The horse gradually slowed down.
The last few staff members in red vests were like the working team of an F1 car. They rushed up. Some were holding the horse, and some were helping Chen Xing to dismount. They also complained: "I told you before the race that it was a time trial.
, you rushed too fast and scared us to death."
As much as other tourists enjoyed watching it, they were frightened.
Happiness belongs to others.
Chen Xing stepped on the ground, smoothed his hair back, and then said, "I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry."
Then I noticed a flash of white light in front of my eyes, and the sound of the camera shutter clicked: "My friend, you are so handsome, what is your name?"
Chen Xing looked at his attire and asked, "Are you a news reporter?"
"Well, can I do an interview?"
"No, no interview, but I want to see the photos you took."
He recalled the angle just now, the photo should be very handsome... After so many years of taking handsome photos of others, is it finally my turn this time?
