Reporter: "How do you feel about becoming the world's number one horse racing girl?"

Xianli Xingguang: "Ahem, let's be low-key about this."

"Hey, Mi Yu! Stop pulling at me, my pants are going to fall off."

The reporter looked at the two men playing around and the many horse girls behind them. "So, how do you manage such a harmonious and friendly school life?"

Xianli Xingguang: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, Shura Field, stay away from me."

Just like spring, which is destined to end as soon as it arrives, the famous horse racing families that were once active in the middle and long-distance races have fallen into decline.

The glory of the 20th century has gradually faded, but the unfulfilled wish remains to this day.

At the foot of Mount Yotei, the torch of inheritance quietly changed hands.

Under the pure white moon, a loud bang echoed through the night sky. Outside the shattered wall, the chestnut-haired horse girl, fists folded, slowly walked into the room. Her lavender eyes were filled with fury and arrogance. With her hands in her pockets, she looked down at the man who had fallen to the ground in panic. "Excuse me, are you my trainer?" "I'm not a trainer. The trainers' building is next door. I'm a janitor." "Oh, thank you. Sorry to bother you—did you think I would say that? You liar!" "Yeah! Don't come over here!"