Became a vicious male mother

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The competition lasts only one week.

Training at the horse farm is in full swing.

Li Hetai rode his horse, galloping like the wind on the track.

All the horses seemed to be under a spell; if they were not interested, they would become spirited as soon as they were under Li Hetai and could run all day without any problem.

Even the most unruly and wild creatures become docile and obedient in front of Li Hetai.

Tom, who had been in the business for decades, had never seen anyone so compatible with horses.

"The three-event competition is a great test of comprehensive abilities, and it would be perfect for little Li to participate."

What are the three items?

Gu Xinglan soon saw Li Hetai dressed in equestrian attire, appearing alongside a sleek and shiny racing horse. The horse trotted gently to the music, as if it were dancing.

This is the first item: dressage, which involves comparing the movements of the horses and the coordination between the horse and the rider.

The second event is cross-country riding, where you ride a horse across water, mud, or other obstacles; the third event is obstacle course, where you cross obstacles such as doors, walls, and planks.

"The last two are things I'm good at."

With two days left in the competition, Li Hetai lay on the bed with his hands bandaged, his hands rough and with several cuts.

Late at night, with no shops or villages in sight and not even a 24-hour pharmacy, Gu Xinglan had no choice but to take a taxi to the city center to buy it.

When he returned to the hotel with the medicine bag, Li Hetai had already wrapped his hand tightly with bandages. He walked over helplessly and said, "You may be good at it, but you still have to go and train, don't you?"

The investors behind the racecourse owner were very interested in Lai Ho Tai and contacted two cross-country and steeplechaser trainers to expedite his training.

Will you come with me?

After Li Hetai tied his hands, he stopped moving and didn't even raise his head.

“…Well, isn’t it because Clifton was hospitalized?” Gu Xinglan hesitated, glancing at Li Hetai, before adding, “He doesn’t have anyone here to take care of him, and he’s helped us so much. It’s only right and proper that I go and show my appreciation…”

Gu Xinglan took the medicine and gestured for the boy to unwrap the bandage.

He had only been out for a little over an hour to buy medicine, and this kid had already bandaged him up before he even got there.

Li Hetai harbored hostility towards Klifen, but he did not know where this hostility came from.

The ointment in his hand was snatched away by Li and Tai, and the boy's voice was a little hoarse, "My father may transfer here."

"Li Taihe?"

Is this person coming too?

"Where did you find out?" Li Hetai had been with him for the past few days, watching him train and eat. Li Hetai had been out of his sight for no more than five hours. How could he have gotten the information from him?

Li Hetai didn't answer him, but crawled under the covers and closed his eyes.

"Li Hetai".

Gu Xinglan shook the other person twice.

Two days ago, Clifton was suddenly stabbed twice. It is said that he was stabbed in an alley. Fortunately, no vital organs were injured, but he was so frightened that he was completely disoriented.

He was shuttling between the hotel, the horse farm, and the hospital, trying his best to allocate his time reasonably.

But Li Hetai is still unhappy.

Just as I was thinking of it, a muffled voice came from under the covers, "You didn't come to the horse farm today; you didn't get back to the hotel until eight o'clock."

So it was separation anxiety. Gu Xinglan chuckled slightly.

"So, you and I are doing just fine in the hotel right now..."

The person on the bed didn't respond to him, but just buried their head in the blanket.

"Want to watch TV together?" Gu Xinglan asked tentatively.

It's still early, and they haven't even touched the TV in their hotel room yet, but they've already paid for it.

He received no reply to the invitation, so Li Hetai ignored him and went straight to sleep.

-

The next day, the trainer from the horse farm came to pick him up and was taken aback when he saw Gu Xinglan wearing riding clothes.

Having probably never seen such a dazzling Eastern face before, they instinctively associated the person in front of them with the prodigy the horse ranch owner had described.

"Are you Li Hetai?"

The two trainers were extremely tall and strong, with their hands on their hips, exuding a fierce and menacing aura.

“That little boy is Li Hetai,” Tom said, patting the two burly men on the shoulder.

The child walked out from behind Gu Xinglan, his face several shades darker, and thick calluses were faintly visible between his fingers.

This is what a rider should look like.

"Isn't this too small...?"

The competitors prepared by the racecourse were more than a head shorter than the others.

“He’s Asian, don’t underestimate his height,” Tom explained.

No wonder the two trainers misjudged him, Tom thought. At first, he just thought this Eastern kid was a relative brought by Young Master Clifton to play around with.

Unexpectedly, this child was different from others.

Whether mounting, riding, or stopping a horse, each person has their own style, and the horse just listens to them.

You could say it was a miracle from God.

This extraordinary person was brought to him, and the Messiah in his dream told him that this person would bring the second Arabian horse he had been dreaming of to the horse farm.

"Let's set off anyway."

The two trainers' stables have more standard facilities.

Two days of intensive training would be nothing short of last-minute cramming for most people, but for Li Hetai, it resulted in visible progress.

-

On special training days, they stayed in the new training ground, where even the bathhouse was public and offered bathing and steam room services.

Gu Xinglan, wrapped in a bath towel, had only stepped in two seconds earlier.

Inside, there were rows of huge, white, muscular bodies, each with eyes of varying sizes, all staring at him.

He was the only Asian among them.

Less than half a second after they went in, Li Hetai dragged them out of the bathhouse with a dark expression on his face.

"You're all sweaty. If you don't shower now, you won't be able to shower at midnight." Gu Xinglan reminded him that the hot water supply would be cut off after midnight.

“Wash, but not here.” Li Hetai looked at him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

In the end, they could only take a bucket of hot water and slowly wash themselves in a compartment in an abandoned stable.

Gu Xinglan moved the iron tub filled with hot water back and forth several times, and was covered in sweat from exhaustion. Just as she was about to crawl into a large tub, Li Hetai stopped her.

“That’s clean water,” Li Hetai said, pointing to the wooden bucket he was about to crawl into.

The bucket he was going to crawl into contained clean, clear hot water, while Li Hetai's bucket was already full of bubbles.

“There are a few small buckets next to it, and they’re clean too,” Gu Xinglan pointed to the right.

There were only two large buckets.

On the right is a small iron bucket, and in the middle are two large wooden buckets, each large enough to hold two people.

The stable floor is covered with hay, so taking a bucket bath directly is a bad idea. It not only wastes hot water but also wets the area.

"That together?"

"Hmm." Li and Tai swam to the side, making room for a large space.

Gu Xinglan was about to lift her foot when she felt something was both strange and not strange.

The former refers to Li Hetai, who was taking a bath with him; the latter refers to two grown men who had everything they needed.

With a few "plop" sounds, the hot water reached the perfect temperature. Gu Xinglan breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.

Small bubbles floated up and stuck to the sides of the bucket. Gu Xinglan rubbed her arms a couple of times but found that she couldn't get the mud out.

System: [Host, what happened to your appearance...?]

Yes, you should use a special bath towel to scrub your back.

Gu Xinglan was looking for the towel that had sunk to the bottom of the wooden bucket.

System: [No, no need to scrub. You have an overpowered cheat code; you actually want to get a scrub?]

Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan paused for half a second, then suddenly realized.

No wonder I've been sweating so much these past few days, yet my clothes don't smell at all; it turns out it's because of a cheat code.