Nobody said that teachers at elite academies have to be heartthrobs.

When Qiaoqi saw him nod in agreement, the corners of her mouth immediately turned up, revealing a smile with a hint of slyness and triumph, her eyes curving into crescents.

Hehe, Teacher Yu in riding attire...

She had already begun to automatically picture the scene in her mind.

The standard equestrian clothing of the academy is usually made of soft and elastic high-quality fabric for ease of riding and safety, and the cut is extremely close to the body.

Yu Fuli's tall and slender frame, smooth shoulder line, and narrow waist... what a pleasing and powerful sight it would be if he were wrapped and outlined in a neat and crisp equestrian outfit.

Just imagining the scene made her feel that the afternoon riding lesson was something to look forward to.

Qiaoqi stood outside the changing room door, her heart pounding.

The equestrian outfit she prepared for Yu Fuli was specially made by her, and it was completely different from the standard style issued by the academy.

She had to be the first to witness this exclusive, debut outfit.

When the changing room door was pushed open, Qiaoqi's eyes lit up instantly.

The outfit she prepared completely overturned the classic British black and white color scheme of school riding attire. The all-white, fitted coat shimmered with a soft pearlescent sheen under the light. The lower body was clad in matching tight-fitting riding breeches, perfectly outlining her straight and slender legs.

The most eye-catching thing was her pair of knee-high black patent leather riding boots, which tightly wrapped around Yu Fuli's beautifully shaped calves and extended all the way up.

The equestrian outfit was meticulously tailored, with a perfect fit at the waist. Yu Fuli's already slender waist was accentuated by this fitted design, highlighting a sleek and alluring curve.

A simple black wide belt is worn on the outside, with a slightly gleaming metal buckle, which unceremoniously draws all eyes to that slender waistline.

However, the design of this outfit goes far beyond that.

On the pure white fabric, the designer embroidered intricate and elegant vine patterns with extremely fine gold thread, while silver thread was used as an embellishment to outline the exquisite edges.

At that moment, the bright afternoon sunlight streamed in through the high windows of the racecourse, falling directly on him. The hidden gold and silver threads were instantly illuminated, shimmering with subtle yet dazzling light as he moved slightly, as if he were enveloped in a hazy glow.

Qiaoqi held her breath.

The effect was even more stunning than she had imagined.

Yu Fuli was unaware of Qiao Qi's burning gaze, which was almost tangible.

He tilted his head slightly, reaching out to gather the long hair that had been disheveled while changing clothes, his slender fingers deftly weaving through the strands, tying it into a neat low ponytail.

As he tied his hair, the white sleeves of his shirt tightened slightly as he lifted them, subtly outlining the smooth muscle lines of his upper arms. He strode forward, his perfectly tailored breeches and boots accentuating his straight legs. With each step, the narrow waist cinched by his belt and his upright back formed a pleasing, flowing curve, a blend of elegance and power that exuded an indescribable allure.

Qiaoqi stared intently, feeling as if her eyes were glowing. Suddenly, her nose felt hot, and two streams of bright red liquid flowed down her cheeks without warning.

"Qiaoqi?" Yu Fuli finished tying her hair and looked up to see her like this. She stopped in her tracks, her brows furrowing slightly, and her tone filled with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"N-nothing!" Qiaoqi snapped back to reality, frantically pulling a tissue from her pocket to cover her nose. Her voice was muffled, but it carried a strained excitement. "Teacher, I'm fine! Absolutely fine! This outfit...it suits me so well!"

While tilting her head back to stop the bleeding, she couldn't help but continue to peek through her fingers.

The little voice inside my head is already screaming and rolling around in a frenzy.

It was worth it! That nosebleed was totally worth it! That custom-made service was totally worth the money!

Looking at her disheveled yet excited appearance, and then looking down at his own overly ornate and obviously unconventional equestrian outfit, Yu Fuli seemed to understand something and sighed softly with a sense of helplessness.

It seems that this equestrian lesson deal is far more complicated than he thought.

While Qiao Qi was still covering her nose with one hand, she magically produced a lightweight digital camera from somewhere with the other, pointing the lens directly at Yu Fuli.

"Teacher! This is the angle! Don't move! Let me take a picture!" Her voice was muffled, but her eyes were surprisingly bright as she stared intently ahead through the viewfinder.

Yu Fuli: "..."

He stared at the dark lens and at Qiaoqi behind it, completely oblivious to his nosebleed and utterly focused, and was speechless for a moment.

In the end, he simply sighed almost inaudibly, stood still, and turned slightly to the side as if in tacit agreement, letting the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window gild his overly ornate white equestrian outfit with an even more dazzling golden edge.

"Click," "Click."

In the quiet changing room corridor, the soft click of the camera shutter was exceptionally clear. Qiaoqi changed angles, completely absorbed in taking pictures.

Yu Fuli, estimating that it was almost time, gently interrupted, "Alright, Qiaoqi. It's almost time for class; we should go out."

Seeing that Qiaoqi reluctantly put away the camera, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, upon arriving at the horse farm, Qiaoqi was called away by an urgent communication. Before leaving, she repeatedly instructed the assistant coach at the horse farm: "Make sure to take good care of Teacher Yu."

Yu Fuli stood at the edge of the sandy area, his gaze sweeping over the several docile training horses in the arena.

They are all mild-mannered, suitable for beginners, with glossy fur and a moderate size.

But his gaze shifted and settled on the separate partition next to him.

It was tethered to a tall, jet-black horse with a small patch of white on its forehead, like a star poked in the night sky.

It didn't stand still; its hooves pawed restlessly in the sand, its neck held high, and its eyes revealed an arrogance that hadn't been completely subdued.

He was a size bigger than the well-behaved students next to him, with beautifully defined muscles; he looked like someone you wouldn't mess with.

The coach, noticing Yu Fuli staring, came over and explained, "That's Night Star, a fine horse, but it's solitary and usually doesn't let strangers ride it. Miss Qiaoqi instructed that her gentle mare has been prepared for you, for greater safety."

In this world, equestrianism is an essential skill for nobles. Yu Fuli naturally learned it systematically after transmigrating, and although she can't be considered a top expert, her level is calm and elegant enough.

It's just that I haven't touched it in a long time.

At this moment, looking at the proud, gleaming black horse in the pen, a long-lost itch of a rider's instinct silently crept up on him. His fingertips could almost still recall the feel of the leather reins, and he could almost feel the rhythm of the horse's belly rising and falling on the inside of his calves.

Good horses are hard to come by.

His long-dormant interest was subtly stirred by the beautiful creature before him.

So, Yu Fuli raised her hand, gently pushed open the partition door, and stepped inside.