Someone shouted, "Haha, Young Master Sang is definitely going to win this race, I bet on him, haha, I'm going to win."
Some were greatly disappointed: "How come Gu Shaocheng is always second place? I had such high hopes for him and yet he isn't putting in more effort, ah, it's driving me crazy!"
"How did Young Master Qin end up at the bottom? I must have been blind to bet on him, ahhh, this is so annoying, I'm definitely losing this one!"
Both on and off the field, the situation reached a fever pitch, the atmosphere hot and intense, and just amidst this spectacle of galloping horses, suddenly a thunderous roar was heard.
"Shaocheng, I love you, charge, charge, charge!"
"I love you! I love you! I love you! Charge, charge, march toward victory!"
"Charge, charge, ah, earthquake, there's an earthquake, earthquake......"
She raised her hand high, pointing towards the finish line ahead, her voice almost piercing the skies.
But in the end, the word "earthquake" slipped out!
