Happy Little Mayor

Several youngsters went dimly to other areas. A group of horses entered the track under the lead of the jockey, and the first horse race started immediately.

Most people stood up nervously and raised a telescope on the scene. These people held bet slips in their hands and they participated in betting on horses.

In many casinos in Oakley, the big screen is also broadcasting the upcoming game. I do n’t know how many gamblers look at the screen expecting the results.

In the third-level speed race, there are no special rules for horse breeds, but they must be healthy and must be at least 3 years old, have been trained, and have a standard training record.

This is no problem for local tyrants. It is very healthy and fascinating with age. Anyway, it can be as old as it is. As for training, it has been receiving very formal training in the first half of the year.

The horses that entered were like stars, and their appearance sparked cheers.

These horses are handsomely dressed, with saddle drawers, girdles, girths, and water leashes.

Without the indignation of Wang Qing, Wang Bo's interest in seeing Marseille is better. He searched and found the local gold medal on the middle track.

Among a group of high-headed Malaysians, it is easiest to find local tyrant gold. It is the shortest, the fur is the most supple and dazzling, and of course it has the characteristic long face.

A group of high-profile handsomes stood up and rubbed their silks. Wang Bo felt a little sorry for Tyrant Gold. To gain fame for horse racing, would this hurt Tyrant Gold's pride?

However, local tyrant Jin certainly does not feel this way. It feels very good about itself. The self-confidence of this product is always bursting.

Wang Bo knew that local tyrant Jin was spraying his opponents.

The audience also noticed the tyrant gold, or they noticed the tyrant gold first, after all, this guy's selling is too aggressive.

Not surprisingly, a burst of warm laughter broke out in the auditorium after the tyrant gold was discovered, and the discussion was endless:

"Hey, look at the eighth track, the horse is so happy."

"A strange creature got into the herd."

"Is that a horse? No, it's a donkey dyed with golden retriever."

"This horse's legs are too short, haha, if it has a nickname, it must be called 'small short legs', because it is the horse with the shortest legs I have ever seen!"

Hearing a group of people laughing at the local tyrant gold, Wang Bo was very unhappy, waving his arm and shouting, "Local tyrant gold, do it for me!"

Local tyrants are crazy. Because they are far away, they can't feel the malicious ridicule of everyone. They can only see that there are people pointing at themselves in the audience.

It felt that it was a glory, so it stood proudly with its head raised.

There are twelve runways, and one is empty. The stadium broadcast began to call for its appearance: "Please enter the horse number two, please enter the horse number two, and enter Jordan horse number two ..."

Similar to track and field, if athletes and horses have not yet played after three rounds, they will be disqualified.

Event No. 2 failed to enter, and its qualification was disqualified.

Immediately, a group of people at the scene couldn't help laughing at local tyrants, waving their bet slips and started scolding their mothers.

"Gambling is risky, betting must be cautious." Wang Bo said gloatingly.

In fact, many people bet on the nature of playing tickets, and the cheapest bet slip is only five yuan a piece, even if you lose, there is not much money.

However, betting on horses is not the same as spending money. This disqualification and losing situation is very annoying because there is a possibility that if this horse competes, it may win the championship.

Regardless of how likely it is, since people bet on it, it is to believe that it can win the championship and feel that it has the highest probability of winning.

The other horses are here and the race is about to begin.

The front of the audience stage is the commentary stage, and someone is explaining the horse race this time.

The first is to introduce the identities of horses after they enter the field. Wang Bo followed and listened. He didn't know enough about these horses, so these explanations were still useful to him:

"Runway 3 is the top seed player in this year's 1200m three-level competition, and it is also a sharp vision that we are familiar with. It has won the championship twice in a row. I don't know if I can become a triple crown this year ..."

"Looking at the number six position, a friesian horse stands tall and waits for the start of the game. It is a boiling police car. This grumpy guy is a ruthless character. He broke the record in the rookie championship at the beginning of the year and is the biggest defending sharp vision obstacle……"

"There is runway number 10, oh, did we see it? Sir Turin's guy is back. It has been plagued by diseases for the past two years, but it is said that it is now back to health and seeing if it can regain its own Champion throne ... "

"What happened to Sir Turin?" Wang Bo asked.

Hani introduced: "Sir Turin is the king of the third stage. Unfortunately, two years ago, he withdrew from the field due to hip disease. Then he had two consecutive championships with sharp vision. The confrontation between the two horses is today The biggest topic. "

"No, the biggest topic is the challenge of boiling police cars to sharp vision. Sir Turin has just recovered his health. It will return to the throne of the dominion. There is still a long way to go," said an old man next to him.

"Then what do you think of the little golden sun on Runway 8?" Wang Bo asked the old man as if he was a senior horse racing fan.

The old man smiled and said, "It's to adjust the atmosphere of the game."

Wang Bo: "...",

Tyrant gold is really not optimistic. The commentator even skipped him directly when he commented. He simply introduced Malone and said that he is an old fighter in horse racing.

Wang Bo scolded dissatisfied, and said: "Damn, local tyrants will make you look good!"

The commander came to the safety zone in front of the starting line. At this time, the jockeys took the horse to stand 20 meters behind the starting line, and then turned over.

The commander waved the flag and shouted, "Ready!"

As soon as this password was issued, the riders drove his horse into the starting net.

After all the horses were ready, the sender waved the flag again, and the commentator shouted, "Run!"

Tyrant gold gave Wang Bo great confidence, just like in the previous training, it suddenly kicked out, still like a shot cannonball, the speed is amazing!

Wang Bogang was about to clap his hands and cheer, but the harsh whistle sounded, and the horses just about to stop stopped and returned to the back of the running net under the instructions of the jockeys.

"Damn, the local gold bullion is very uncomfortable with running nets. It ran away." Hani said regretfully.

The commentator's voice also rang: "The eighth horse tyrant gold stole his feet, this poor child, haha, obviously it's nervous, but we have to forgive it, after all, this is its first professional event."

(To be continued.)