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

On the day of the competition, many people came to the venue.

Although the National College Equestrian Championships are not a top-level event, the stands in the indoor venue were half full, with team leaders, coaches, and athletes' families and friends from various universities, along with reporters from several sports media outlets.

As Ke Miantang walked out of the contestant passage, she immediately saw Rong She.

He stood by the railing at the entrance to the stands, his tall and slender figure encased in a black cashmere coat, his eyelids half-closed, waiting for her to approach.

She remembered that he had mentioned last night that he had a meeting today, so did he postpone the meeting?

She walked over in her riding boots, looked up at him, and the tip of her nose turned pink from the warmth of the stadium.

Rong She pinched her folded collar with his fingers and slowly smoothed out the wrinkles.

"take it easy."

Ke Miantang snorted, slightly raising her chin, her posture naturally charming: "I won't lose."

People around noticed them, casting glances from different directions with curiosity, scrutiny, or simply admiring their sweet moments.

"Ke Miantang, is this your boyfriend?" A girl wearing a Capital University team uniform passed by and couldn't help but ask.

Before Ke Miantang could speak, Rong She, who was standing to the side, admitted it first.

The girl's eyes lit up, she covered her mouth and laughed as she walked away, still whispering to her companions several steps away.

The system suddenly popped up: "Don't you think Rong She came today because Lin Yuchen hit on you the day before yesterday?"

Ke Miantang's eyelashes trembled slightly as she wondered to herself, "What does that mean?"

"He's asserting his ownership. Although he didn't say anything yesterday, he remembered it. Today, in front of so many people, he openly acknowledged her as his boyfriend. Isn't that asserting his ownership?"

Upon hearing this, Ke Miantang looked up and glanced at Rong She.

He remained calm, observing the obstacles being set up in the center of the field. His profile was cold and indifferent, like an emotionless sculpture.

But she felt that this man was much more petty than she had thought.

In the distance, Lin Yuchen, wearing the Capital University team uniform, stood by the field talking to his teammates.

As he turned around, his peripheral vision inadvertently swept across the entrance to the audience seating area, where he happened to catch a pair of eyes as deep as a pool.

The two were separated by most of the venue, with people coming and going, but Lin Yuchen knew the other person was watching him.

Rong She's gaze remained steadily fixed on him, his eyes calm and indifferent, as if he were looking at something lifeless.

Lin Yuchen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he stiffly turned his head, trying to make conversation with the person next to him.

The system gloated in Ke Miantang's mind: "It's confirmed, Rong She is here to assert sovereignty."

Ke Miantang almost choked on her saliva.

When did Rong She ever do something so pointless? Does someone like him need to announce what he wants?

She couldn't help but glance at him again, and he happened to be looking down at her as well, their eyes meeting.

He looked up and gently patted her shoulder: "Go ahead."

Ke Miantang nodded and turned to walk towards the contestants' area.

After walking a few steps, she looked back.

Rong She was still standing there watching her, the hem of his coat fluttering slightly in the warm breeze of the venue.

The game started.

The whistle pierced the air above the stadium, and six horses simultaneously burst out of the starting line, their hooves kicking up a small cloud of dust on the sand.

The polo team competition is a points-based game with six players per team. Ke Miantang's number is six.

Her position is on the far right of the team. She is not the core offensive position, but every offensive play has to go through her pass.

Ke Miantang mounted her horse, and Xueying trotted steadily beneath her, its mane shimmering silver-white in the lamplight with its movements.

She bent down and patted Xueying's neck, whispering something in its ear. The horse snorted and its ears twitched.

Then she straightened up, looked at the enemy's formation, pulled the reins with her left hand, gripped the pole with her right hand, and lightly tapped the horse's belly with her heel.

The next second, Xueying took off with all four hooves and charged towards the ball.

She scored the first goal.

The opposing goalkeeper dived in the wrong direction, and the ball rolled into the corner of the goal from his left.

Ke Miantang reined in his horse, glanced back at the ball still rolling in the net, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Without any further celebratory gestures, he spurred his horse back to his position.

The commentator's excited voice came through the speakers: "Player number 6 has scored! Ke Miantang from Chengxin College in Lingzhou City!"

Reporters' cameras were all pointed at her, and flashes went off everywhere.

As Ke Miantang rode her horse past the edge of the field, the wind lifted the ends of her braids, and her white figure moved across the field like a rapidly moving white cloud, exuding the composure of someone who had been through many battles.

Someone in the stands asked, "Who is that girl?"

"I heard it's from Chengxin College."

"She played really well. This is the first time I've seen her this year. Her movements are so fluid."

The chatter drifted in from all directions, but she couldn't hear it; her attention was entirely focused on the ball on the court.

The final goal was initiated by Ke Miantang.

The ball was intercepted from under the opponent's cue and passed to her with less than two minutes remaining.

She didn't take a shot herself; the defenders in front had already blocked the angle, and any attempt to shoot would only result in it being blocked.

So she made a feint, leaning her body to the left and swinging her cue back, causing two opposing defenders to rush at her simultaneously.

In the split second that their balance shifted, she passed the ball sideways to a teammate in a better position.

The ball rolled in a straight line on the sand and landed steadily under his teammate's cue.

A teammate swung his club, and the ball went into the net.

The whistle blew, and the game ended.

On the leaderboard, Ke Miantang's name was ranked first.

Before long, she rode her horse around the arena to greet the audience.

His face, hidden beneath the helmet, gleamed under the stadium lights, and a barely suppressed smile played on his lips.

She loosened the reins with one hand and waved towards the stands, not knowing who she was waving to, but she knew there was someone there.

Everyone felt that she was waving to them, and enthusiastic applause rang out from every corner of the stands.

Backstage, Ke Miantang dismounted from his horse.

She casually placed her helmet on the table next to her, her hair down, with sweat-soaked stray strands sticking to her cheeks.

Before she could even tidy herself up, she saw Rong She standing a few steps away.

She jogged over, then sprang up and wrapped herself around his waist.

Rong She was knocked back half a step by the force of the impact, but then steadily caught her.

His palm was on her inner thigh, and he could feel the burning heat even through her riding breeches.

She cupped his face and kissed him deeply, her lips brushing against the corner of his mouth, leaving a slightly damp mark.

"Rongshe, rongshe, rongshe!" she exclaimed three times, shaking her head triumphantly. "Two million! I earned it all myself, isn't that amazing?"

"Impressive," he thought to himself.

As he stood on the sidelines watching her gallop across the field, seeing her riding with such confidence and grace, his heart felt a pang of tenderness and pain.