Those wealthy young ladies and gentlemen had prepared some tricks to deal with Lu Xiaoyou.
But they couldn't catch up with her, couldn't get close to her, so none of their tricks could be used.
When Ye Sha had sprinted 50 meters, Lu Xiaoyou noticed a change ahead on the track.
On the ground, obstacle fences rose out of nowhere, turning the originally flat and straight track into a bumpy path full of obstacles.
Lu Xiaoyou pulled on the reins. She wasn't wearing a helmet, and her black hair flew like smooth silk behind her.
Sunshine poured on her, and faced with layer upon layer of obstacles, her fighting spirit burned. A smile blossomed at the corner of her lips.
Ye Sha seemed to glide over the obstacles. As it leaped, the woman firmly seated on its back had her hair flutter and bounce.
Suddenly, a tall pole rose beside Ye Sha, and a ruby-red apple dangled from the three-meter-high stand.
Lu Xiaoyou: "???"
