Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

The racecourse is quite spacious, probably a newly established one, but to Sisi who has galloped across the Inner Mongolia Grassland, this racecourse seems just a bit larger than a rear end. The horses in the stable, tall and majestic, snort and flick their tails, looking at the people in front with a disdainful expression.

"Sisi, would you like to pick a horse and give it a try?" Qiao Zhenbang asked.

Sisi wasn’t particularly interested. She shook her head, "No, I’m not dressed for riding. Maybe next time."

"Hmph, what ’dressing’? I think you simply can’t ride at all!" Qiao Xingbang, who had already changed his clothes, interjected with a sneer.

"Is riding such a simple task that it needs dressing up? It’s still unclear who rides better!"

Sisi did not give in at all; the more one yielded to people like Qiao Xingbang, the more they looked down on oneself. Rather than giving in, it was better to remain strong and possibly expect some unexpected outcomes.

"Hah, bragging doesn’t cost anything, right? You, a Mainland Girl, have probably never even seen such a noble sport as horse riding!"

"Frog in a well! It’s just riding, what’s so rare about it? Qiao Xingbang, if you haven’t seen the world, keep it to yourself. Better go home, wash up, and sleep. Don’t embarrass Uncle Qiao here!"

"What did you call me? You should call me Second Brother, you disrespectful girl!" Qiao Xingbang became furious.

"Hmph, I certainly don’t consider a country bumpkin like you my second brother, it’s embarrassing!"

"You... If you’re so capable, then compete with me. Let’s not just talk big!" Qiao Xingbang challenged angrily.

"Let’s compete then, and see how I beat you effortlessly!" Sisi was relentless, even more arrogant than Qiao Xingbang.