Dressed as a wealthy and rebellious son, his stepmother

Chapter 10 Competition
Shu Wan answered the phone, and Fu Siyu's voice came from the phone, "Hello, who is it?"

Compared with last night, Fu Siyu's voice at this moment was obviously tired, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

When Shu Wan called, she didn't realize that the two were in different time zones. At this moment, she finally remembered that it should be early in the morning where Fu Siyu was.

She was a little apologetic, "I'm Shu Wan, I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and then there was a rustling.

When Fu Siyu spoke again, he had already regained his composure, "What can you do with me?"

"I want to enter the racecourse, but I don't seem to have the qualifications."

"Understood, I will ask someone to arrange, and someone will contact you within 3 minutes."

"Okay, thank you."

After the matter was settled, Shu Wan was about to hang up the phone. At this moment, Fu Siyu coughed suddenly on the other side of the phone.

Since Fu Siyu is the best partner she can rely on so far, Shu Wan politely asked, "Have you got a typhoid fever?"

"No, I might be a little tired recently."

"Oh, it may be internal dryness caused by fatigue. I know a prescription for soothing tea. If you need it, I can give it to you."

Shu Wan grew up in the Bailu Academy since she was a child. In the Bailu Mountain where the Bailu Academy is located, there lived an old gentleman doctor who lived in seclusion.

That old gentleman is indifferent to the world, but he really likes Shu Wan and taught her a lot.

"Okay." On the other side of the phone, Fu Siyu answered.

Just as Shu Wan was about to say, she handed over the recipe to the housekeeper, Fu Siyu said again, "I'll add you on WeChat, and you can send it to me directly."

"Okay, then I'll hang up."

"Ah."

Not long after hanging up the phone, Shu Wan received Fu Siyu's friend request.

Fu Siyu's WeChat avatar is still the system's default image, and his name is also very simple, "FSY", the abbreviation of his real name.

Shu Wan accepted Fu Siyu's friend request, and said hello to him according to the modern people's habit of saying hello.

But Shu Wan is not very used to using WeChat. As soon as she typed the word "hello", the emoticon package system that comes with the input method popped up many emoticons for her to choose from.

Shu Wan slipped her hand, clicked a random emoji and sent it.

On the other side of the ocean, Fu Siyu leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the kitten with a heart on the screen, and paused.

Shu Wan didn't know much about emoticons, and with a phone call, she stopped paying attention to WeChat.

The call was made by Fu Siyu's assistant, and the voice sounded quite young, "Hello, Miss Shu, I have already greeted the racecourse, you can go in directly now."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome. My name is Qin Lu. I'm President Fu's assistant. If you have anything to do, you can call me directly. This is my phone number."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Shu Wan saved Qin Lu's number.

Her current status is the mistress of the Fu family. Whether the Fu family admits it or not, as the mistress, she should be qualified to transfer resources, so Shu Wan doesn't think there is anything that Fu Siyu's assistant can't do for her.

Just as Qin Lu said, the people at the racecourse have already received the news, and the staff who were pointing fingers at Shu Wan just now are now full of flattery, "It's really a mistake in our work. It turns out to be a distinguished guest. Please come here."

The leader above did not say what Shu Wan's identity was, but he used six "musts" in a row to tell the staff to let her have fun, and the staff naturally knew that her identity was very important.

The racecourse here is dedicated to serving the high-end groups in the imperial capital. The entire racecourse covers a huge area, and the ecological greening is very good. You can faintly see running horses in the distance.

"What is the lady's name?"

"Shu."

"Miss Shu." The staff pointed to the position diagonally ahead, "That's the dressing room over there, go and change first."

"Need not."

Shu Wan knows that in order to ensure safety, modern people will wear various protective equipment when riding a horse.

But she really doesn't need these.

"But"

"No, but, go and do your work, I'll go around by myself."

"Ok."

Shu Wan is a distinguished guest. Since she said she didn't need it, the staff didn't insist anymore, but they still asked the security department to pay more attention to her to avoid any accidents.

After the staff left, Shu Wan walked along the path by herself.

The Bailu Academy where Shu Wan studied in her previous life was specially set up for the princes. It not only taught the way of governing the country, the art of war, but also the skills of riding and archery.

On Bailu Mountain, there is the academy's exclusive horse farm. When she was a teenager, Shu Wan rode a horse and spent her life on the horse farm with her friends.

In order to help her elder brother win military exploits, she once marched to the northwest and led the soldiers to charge into battle on the vast grassland.

It's a pity that her elder brother was going to take the imperial examination, and her father forcibly took her back to the capital, and she never rode a horse again.

Seeing the grassland and horses at this time, Shu Wan felt a little itchy.

Following the notice on the sign, Shu Wan walked towards the racetrack.

At this moment in the racecourse, the smoke of war was filling the air, and Fu Yang and another group of people were fighting for the newly arrived thoroughbred horse.

"What's wrong with your father being Fu Siyu? Who doesn't know that your father doesn't care about you at all. Besides, when did our Han family ever fear your Fu family?"

Han Lin, the young master of the Han family, also took a fancy to the new horse racing. He looked at Fu Yang mockingly, jumping on Fu Yang's minefield with every word.

"Since you don't want this mouth, I'll take it off for you." Fu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression extremely cold.

He moved his wrist, ready to strike.

"Okay, okay, we all grew up together, why make it so ugly, Fu Yang, your equestrian skills are not good, riding this horse is also a waste, why don't you give it to Young Master Han."

There are other people on the side trying to persuade the fight.

"No." Fu Yang stared at Han Lin coldly, "I told you, this horse is mine today, which one of you dare to touch one?"

"Oh, how fresh, who do you think you can threaten?" Han Lin sneered, "A good horse should be ridden by someone with good skills. Why don't we have a competition, and whoever wins the horse will belong to him."

"Compare." Fu Yang snorted coldly, pulled the rein and sat directly on the horse's back, "Last time you took advantage of my unprepared tricks, this time I won't let you halfway."

Han Lin was not in a hurry to get on the horse, he took a step back slowly, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Who said I would compete with you in person? Lawrence, come out."

When Han Lin finished speaking, a tall foreign man came out.

The moment he saw him, Fu Yang's expression turned cold.

There was no horseman who did not know Lawrence.

Currently the world's number one equestrian athlete, has won numerous awards.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if Lawrence plays with his eyes closed, he cannot compare.

(End of this chapter)