Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's spoiled ex-girlfriend

"Watch out for the ball!" Ke Miantang shouted as the ball whistled between the heads of the two horses, accompanied by the sound of wind.

He Yayin instinctively tilted her head, lost her balance, and swayed on the horse, almost losing her footing.

"Are you alright?" Ke Miantang asked with a smile. "Don't be nervous, take your time."

He Yayin clenched her teeth and didn't say anything more.

They won the game while engaging in this back-and-forth banter.

Group stage, win.

Elimination round, win.

Semifinals, win.

In every match, the ball flies in from all directions, and Ke Miantang can accurately find the landing point. The club is like an extension of her arm, and the timing, force, and angle of the shot are just right.

She chased after the enemy on horseback, stopped abruptly, turned around, swung the pole, passed the ball, and covered for the enemy. Every movement was clean and efficient, displaying the unique suppleness and elegance of a female rider.

Snow Shadow's snow-white fur was soaked with sweat and clung to its body. Its muscles bulged as it ran, making it look like a living, flowing sculpture.

A few more people appeared on the judging panel at some point.

Students from Lingzhou University came to watch the game, sitting in twos and threes in the back row of the stands.

Several girls were looking down at their phones when someone said, "Who's that guy on the judges' panel? He's so handsome!" Everyone around them looked up.

"Which one?"

"The one in the black school uniform, the one from Chengxin College."

"Wow, he's so handsome! Is he a student? He doesn't look like one."

"Are you stupid? That's Rong She, the heir of the Nebula Group, the one on the cover of last year's financial magazine, don't you remember?"

"That's him? My God, he's a million times better looking than in the magazines."

"Who's that next to him?"

"Zhou Ran, Xi Jin is from the conglomerate. These people are on the whitelist. We'll probably never be able to get into that circle in our lifetime."

The other girl didn't respond, her gaze still fixed on the judges' panel. After a few seconds, she asked, "He kept looking around the room, who was he looking at?"

The girl next to her tilted her head and thought for a moment, then casually said, "Who knows? Maybe they're looking at the horses."

Rong She sat there, and Zhou Ran spoke to him, but he didn't hear a thing.

Zhou Ran talked for a long time but didn't get a single response. He glanced at Rong She, opened his mouth, and then closed it again.

Well, it was all for nothing.

Rong She's eyes never left Ke Miantang's figure from the start of the competition.

As she charged forward on horseback, her black hair spilled out from under her helmet, trailing in a line in the wind.

When hitting the ball, the arm extends, the movement is graceful and decisive, like a white bird spreading its wings while running.

She wasn't competing; she was radiating light.

Rong She's pen stopped at some point, lying motionless between his fingers.

He leaned forward slightly, rested his elbows on his knees, interlocked his fingers, and rested his chin on his fingers.

She was on his left, and his gaze followed her to the left.

She was on the right, so he followed her to the right.

As she swung her club and scored, his fingers unconsciously tightened.

Zhou Ran glanced at Rong She's clasped hands. Those hands were usually so steady that they could sign checks worth hundreds of millions of US dollars without even a tremor.

The knuckles of those hands are now protruding, as if they're about to crush something.

Zhou Ran silently looked away.

The last match.

The opposing team is a traditional powerhouse, a three-time consecutive champion.

The score was very close in the first half, tied at 2-2.

Three minutes into the second half, He Yayin made a successful interception and delivered a long pass to Ke Miantang.

She received the ball in a bad position, near the sideline. The angle was off, and she was far from the goal, with two defenders in front of her.

The normal approach would be to pass the ball back and reorganize the attack.

The analyst in the commentary booth began by saying, "This position is difficult to handle; they will likely choose to pass it back."

But Ke Miantang did not stop the ball. She spurred her horse and charged towards the direction of the ball, her white riding breeches clinging tightly to her thighs as she exerted force.

The club swung back a great distance, its shaft tracing a silver arc in the sunlight.

The moment the ball hit the ground, she swung it out.

It wasn't a pass, it was a shot.

The moment the club struck the ball, it made a dull thud, and the ball bounced off the grass, spinning rapidly towards the goal.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

For those few seconds, everyone's eyes were glued to the ball.

It drew an arc in the air, passed between two defenders, skimmed the grass, and headed straight for the far corner of the goal.

The opposing goalkeeper made a diving save, his body went sideways, and his glove touched the ball.

But the ball was too fast and too powerful; the glove could only change its direction, not prevent it from going into the net.

The ball hit the inside of the net, bounced, and landed on the ground.

The referee blows the whistle, and the point is scored.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Ke Miantang reined in his horse, turned around, and against the light, his white riding clothes were edged with gold by the sunlight.

She squinted at the scoreboard, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Her current personal score is first in the entire competition, ranking among the top in seven universities and more than forty contestants, and is the best result among the contestants from Chengxin College.

Rong She looked at her, his heart pounding rapidly, heavy thumps in his chest, as if something was taking root and sprouting inside, its roots penetrating the soil he thought was long dead.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time, or rather, before meeting her, he wasn't even sure if he had a heart.

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After the competition, Ke Miantang led Xueying back to the stable area.

She hung up the reins, reached out and patted Xueying's neck. The horse snorted and nuzzled its head against her shoulder.

Before he could even turn around, he was surrounded by his teammates.

"Mian Tang, that long-range shot you just made was absolutely amazing! How did you even manage to hit it from that angle?"

"When did you secretly practice? Did you hire some expert during the summer vacation? How come you've never shown off this skill before?"

"It's been three years, and you've finally figured it out!"

Ke Miantang got a little carried away by the praise. She knew the original owner's horsemanship level. When the original owner's father spent a lot of money to buy Xueying, the original owner even needed help to mount the horse.

For the next three years of equestrian lessons, I either slacked off or took selfies, and my basic skills were a complete mess.

So what happened today wasn't just a normal performance in other people's eyes, but a complete transformation.

Ke Miantang smiled but didn't explain.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw He Yayin sitting on a bench on the other side of the stable, holding a water bottle, her head turned away from them.

Ke Miantang was in an even better mood, and a happy smile appeared on her lips.

Just as I was about to get a drink of water, a rapid notification sound suddenly rang in my mind.

Ke Miantang was startled, almost dropping the bottle of mineral water in her hand: "System, what are you doing?"

"Urgent notification: Signal of the original female protagonist detected within 300 meters of your current location."

Ke Miantang looked slightly taken aback.

So fast?

She instinctively gripped the mineral water bottle tightly, causing it to dent slightly. She looked up and glanced around.

The rest area of ​​the horse farm was bustling with people. Students from various schools gathered in twos and threes. As far as the eye could see, there were heads everywhere, and every face was unfamiliar, making it impossible to tell who was who.

"Which one?" she asked in her mind. "Just tell me which one it is."