More than 2,000 spectators looked in the direction of the switch.
Zhang Jing was the same. He was worried that Andy's fall would be too fake and it would be embarrassing.
"Brother Zhang, do you think you can qualify in the first round if you can't die?" Ding Jiaqi sounded excited, raised her white chin, and looked in the same direction as Zhang Jing.
The first and second place horses are directly promoted, and other horses are not directly eliminated.
Next Saturday will be the St. Buddha Racecourse. There will still be a group of seven, and the top two will advance. It is similar to the resurrection race. It is the last chance, so Ding Jiaqi is very concerned.
"It's necessary," Zhang Jing said confidently, "I'll buy it for one thousand yuan and be the first."
"Hey," Qu Xiaoqing's disdainful voice came from the side, "I can't win the first place if I buy 10,000 yuan."
Zhang Jing was speechless. He didn't know when Silly Girl bought it, otherwise he would have encouraged her to buy more.
The second round is already in place behind the switch, and the residents of Whitefish Town are holding their breath and looking towards the starting direction of the track.
Zhang Jing was also super nervous, fearing that Andy would not accept the arrangement.
Fortunately, with a clang, the electric gates all opened, and Andy fell off his horse in two seconds. It looked like there was a collision.
However, God's calculations are not as good as those of humans, and a magical scene happens.
After Andy fell off the horse, 'Bull Die' actually didn't stop. It continued running. At first it was hanging at the back, but by the time it reached the middle of the track, it had squeezed into third place.
This is simply oh fuck!
Everyone was dumbfounded, and the residents of Whitefish Town were even more crazy. They originally planned to blow whistles, but now they turned into cheers.
The sound was getting louder and louder, and I was so excited that I wanted to rush onto the track and run with the horses.
Other spectators also felt incredible. Although there was no jockey and the horse carried a lighter load, facts have long proven that only a horse controlled by a jockey can run at the fastest speed.
When the track was halfway through, the field was already set on fire as he could not overtake the second place.
When Budie became the leader, everyone realized that it was destined to be extraordinary.
Dillon, Dilin, Milika, Ruth, Jamie, Feilai, Aigis, Qu Xiaoqing, Ding Jiaqi, the town residents...have gone crazy.
Barbie didn't know when she came to Zhang Jing's side, with an awkward expression.
Only Barbie knew that Zhang Jing’s original intention was to make Zangzhuo immortal, and wait until the resurrection match when the odds increased to make a big splash.
After all, running a racecourse is expensive.
Zhang Jing was also surprised. He was more competitive than he thought, which was a good thing.
In one minute and forty-five seconds, Bu Die took the lead and broke through the finish line, and the whole place burst into flames.
Because it does not comply with the rules of the competition, the first place is not immortal.
No one cares about this matter. If there are knights, they will run faster even if they are not dead.
Ding Jiaqi's palms were red and her voice was hoarse. She turned around and hugged Zhang Jing, and the two kissed each other deeply.
"It's great," Ding Jiaqi said incoherently, "It's very brave not to die. It has a strong heart!"
Qu Xiaoqing planned to hug Ding Jiaqi to celebrate, but was force-fed dog food again.
Others also hugged acquaintances to express their celebration.
The residents of the town are even more eager to go back now to party and drink alcohol.
"Zhang Jing," Qiao came over with a rosy face, "My heart can't bear it anymore. I haven't been so excited for a long time."
"Thank you. I was worried about disappointing you." Zhang Jing chatted politely.
"Neither you nor the dead have let us down. What I want to ask is, you said before that you would be responsible for the drinks at tonight's party. Does this still count?"
"Of course." Zhang Jing replied affirmatively.
Joe happily teased, "I'm worried you'll go bankrupt and everyone will be drunk tonight."
A can of light beer costs more than one yuan, a bottle of ordinary beer costs two or three yuan, and a good one costs five or six yuan.
A two-liter package of fast-selling wine costs less than ten yuan, and ordinary quality wine costs more than ten yuan.
The same goes for whiskey.
There were more than 200 people in the town, including old people, women, children, and adults. Each of them drank a hundred bottles, and Zhang Jing couldn't break the bank.
There are two more rounds of competition in the morning.
In the fourth and final round, Aigis pointed to the field and said, "Look at No. 25. It is said that the horse is worth more than 1.7 million yuan."
Zhang Jingding looked over and saw a female jockey. Her horse was muscular, well-proportioned, had a long stride, and had shiny hair. She was very handsome.
The horse was good and fast. He took the lead from the beginning and maintained it until the end.
"No. 25 will be the strongest opponent who cannot die." Aigis made a clear judgment, "There is no one."
Zhang Jing felt oppressed, and No. 25 seemed to be full of energy, exerting endless strength. The key point was his beautiful figure and long strides.
"Don't worry," Zhang Jing comforted the trainer, "Budie did not disappoint us, he is also very good."
As Zhang Jing said, although the performance on the 25th was better, both tourists and reporters like to take pictures around the 'Undead'.
Crazy as it is, it loves to be lively and poses in conjunction with it.
"Hello."
A young woman with fair skin, many freckles on her face, and a bit of baby fat, wearing a knight's uniform, came over and said hello, "My name is Jennifer, jockey No. 25, and the horse owner."
Zhang Jing was secretly frightened and thought with his toes that the young woman in front of him was a rich woman.
Along with Jennifer Feifer, there was a short young man.
After pausing for a second, Jennifer continued to introduce, "This is my husband, Nayel."
"Zhang Jing," Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to shake hands with the couple, "I am the owner of horse No. 7."
Then he pointed at Ding Jiaqi and Aigis and introduced, "My girlfriend Ding Jiaqi and horse trainer Aigis."
Looking back at 'Budie' who was posing for a photo, Jennifer praised, "Your horse is great. He has a strong competitive spirit, which is very rare."
It's obvious that Jennifer likes horses very much, and she also loves 'Can't Die' very much.
Ding Jiaqi seized the opportunity to invite, "Ms. Jennifer, after the competition, you and Mr. Nayel are welcome to visit the Champion Racecourse."
"I've been very busy recently and can't spare the time," Jennifer declined, "Thank you for the invitation."
After a few words, the Nayers left.
"Why did you invite them to the racecourse?" Zhang Jing asked Ding Jiaqi.
"'Undead' has given birth to five babies at the age of nine, and 'General' Thirteen has also given birth to seven or eight babies. We can't let them have empty stomachs after this competition, right?"
"'Big Star' is nine months old and will be able to reproduce in another nine months," Zhang Jing explained.
"A big star has no achievements and no pedigree, so the offspring he breeds will most likely be mediocre."
Zhang Jing reminded Ding Jiaqi, "With a good horse, breeding rights are not cheap."
"I have a way, maybe I can do it without spending a penny, I'll tell you then."
The morning race ended with a 3,600-meter run at 2:10 p.m.
At noon, the 722-year-old Mrs. Meili and Grandma Aigis, the owner of St. Buddha's Horse Farm, invited all horse owners and trainers to have lunch.
Self-service style, fifty-four horse owners, more than thirty horse trainers, a total of more than one hundred people participated.
Every horse owner is not alone and has a female companion.
"Most horse trainers work at two or three horse farms, so there are fewer horse trainers than horse owners." Ding Jiaqi introduced Zhang Jing at her side.
At this time, the 72-year-old Ms. Meili, the owner of St. Francis Horse Racing, came over to talk to Zhang Jing with a glass of champagne.
"Your horse's performance is amazing. I heard that 'Can't Die' comes from the Jawton Racecourse next door. Is this true?"
