"Oh my god, isn't this... that kind of massage!"
"Do universities teach this now? These young girls are really going all out!"
She coughed and yelled, looking at Mu Qingxue with an expression of shock, as if to say, "You cultured people sure know how to have fun."
Jiang Xun was also stunned for a moment.
Pelvic massage?
Two articles he had read before his transmigration flashed through his mind.
One was a feasibility analysis of the daily needs of the citizens of the Land of Daughters.
The other was a "real" treatment method once used in 19th-century European medicine:
Mild hysteria could be resolved by galloping wildly in a field; if the bumpy saddle couldn't alleviate the symptoms, then the most effective method was 'pelvic massage.'
(This is not made up; dear readers can verify it. In the Middle Ages, * * was considered a sin, but it was accepted if it was a medical procedure, though it did test one's arm strength.)
He suddenly understood (as quickly as a reader lying in bed at midnight reading a web novel)... Jiang Xun felt his worldview being refreshed again.
He recalled the skill he had won in the lottery.
[Riding Mastery].
He wondered if it meant mastering horseback riding.
Or... mastering something else.
It was a good opportunity to try it out.
Jiang Xun put down his milk cup and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
Then, in an undeniable tone, he spoke softly.
"Then let's go to riding class."
As soon as Jiang Xun finished speaking, the expressions of Mu Qingxue and Su Qingyu instantly became colorful.
Mu Qingxue's worry was undisguised; she immediately opened her tablet and pulled up a document: "Sir, equestrian sports carry a certain degree of danger. According to your security regulations, I suggest..."
"Oh my goodness! Horseback riding?" Su Qingyu's eyes lit up; she slapped her thigh and excitedly leaned over, "This is exciting! Brother Xun, let me tell you, horseback riding has its intricacies; you need a good waist!"
As she spoke, she meaningfully puffed out her chest towards Jiang Xun, her fiery figure making Mu Qingxue's eyebrows twitch.
Jiang Xun ignored their unspoken currents and directly stood up.
"Don't you two have work?"
One sentence made both women wilt.
At the villa entrance, Mu Qingxue still worriedly reminded him, "Sir, I have already communicated with the school. They will arrange the top coaches and the gentlest horses for you. Please be sure to pay attention to your safety."
Su Qingyu clung to the car door reluctantly, "Brother Xun, you have to wait for me to come back! Don't get charmed by those wild ponies at the stable!"
Jiang Xun impatiently waved his hand, signaling the driver to start the car.
Jinling University Royal Equestrian Club.
It was less a university club venue and more a top-tier private estate.
Neatly trimmed huge lawns, white European-style fences, and in the distance, exquisite stables exuding the scent of hay and leather.
As soon as Jiang Xun got out of the car, the entire stable instantly fell into an eerie silence.
The previously bustling venue became instantly quiet.
Hundreds of young girls in various riding outfits all stopped what they were doing, their eyes, like iron filings drawn by a magnet, all converged on him.
In their gazes, there was admiration, infatuation, fanaticism, and even a deep-seated... longing.
"Sir, this way, please."
The female manager of the stable trotted over, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, her voice trembling with nervousness.
She knew that she was not receiving an ordinary student, but the entire school's top treasure.
If this distinguished guest were to lose a single hair on her turf, she feared she would be directly liquidated by the furious Male Care Association.
Jiang Xun seemed oblivious to the surrounding gazes and stepped towards the training ground.
Just then, his footsteps paused slightly.
His gaze swept over the crowd, landing on a tall figure in the center of the field who was instructing a student.
She was at least 1.75 meters tall, dressed in a well-tailored black tight-fitting riding suit that perfectly outlined her powerful body lines.
Tight riding breeches encased her two straight, long legs, with smooth and graceful muscle lines full of explosive beauty. The black knee-high riding boots on her feet were polished to a shine, stepping firmly and powerfully on the soft grass with every stride.
Her bronzed, wheat-colored skin glowed healthily under the sun, and her neat short hair was tied under her helmet, revealing only a few strands of sweat-dampened sideburns, making her appear even more heroic.
Her facial features were sharp and distinct, without any trace of makeup, yet they were more striking than any elaborate cosmetic look.
Especially her eyes, as sharp as a hawk soaring in the sky, now carrying a hint of impatience as she corrected the student's movements in front of her.
She didn't have Su Qingyu's deliberate charm or Mu Qingxue's commercialized refinement, but she exuded a powerful aura that kept people at a distance, like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.
It was the "meddlesome" short-haired woman from the subway.
Seemingly sensing the commotion, she frowned impatiently and looked up.
When her gaze met Jiang Xun's in the air, a very subtle ripple appeared in her hawk-like sharp eyes.
But that ripple was quickly replaced by deeper vigilance and annoyance.
It was him again.
This walking hormone who caused a stir wherever he went.
The stable manager hurried to her and said in an almost pleading tone, "Coach Qin Lan! This... this is Mr. Jiang Xun. The principal personally assigned you to be responsible for his guidance!"
Qin Lan.
Jiang Xun silently repeated the name.
Qin Lan's frown deepened. She looked at the manager's distraught expression, then at the man not far away, surrounded by the crowd yet still looking calm, and cursed inwardly.
Damn it, let this national treasure learn to ride a horse? Whose fault would it be if he got hurt?
But duty called, so she walked over.
"Mr. Jiang Xun." She stood before Jiang Xun, deliberately maintaining a three-step social distance, her voice cool and devoid of any extra emotion, "I am your instructor, Qin Lan."
"Hmm." Jiang Xun responded.
Qin Lan took a deep breath and began to explain the basic essentials in the most concise language.
"Mount the horse, step firmly into the stirrups, straighten your back, and hold the reins with both hands."
Her voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
After explaining, she led over a pure white horse that looked incredibly majestic.
"This is 'Chasing the Wind,' the gentlest horse in our stable. It has never stumbled."
Even so, her face was still etched with the words "I'm not at ease."
Watching Jiang Xun prepare to mount, Qin Lan's mind raced.
No.
Absolutely cannot let him ride alone.
What if the horse suddenly went mad? The consequences would be unimaginable!
"Wait."
Just as Jiang Xun was about to swing onto the horse, Qin Lan made a decision that made everyone present gasp.
She herself swiftly and cleanly mounted the horse first, then turned her head and said to Jiang Xun in an undeniable, commanding tone, "You sit behind me. I'll let you get a feel for it first."
Jiang Xun raised an eyebrow.
He looked at Qin Lan's stubborn profile, which was clearly written with "I'm doing this for your own good, stop talking nonsense," and felt a little like laughing.
He didn't say much, straddled his long legs, and steadily sat on the horse's back, behind Qin Lan.
Instantly, two hot bodies, separated by thin clothing, pressed tightly against each other.
Qin Lan's body stiffened abruptly.
A strange masculine scent, with a faint aroma of soap, rudely entered her nostrils.
The broad chest behind her was like a hot wall, pressing tightly against her back, transmitting a clear and powerful heartbeat.
She could even feel the man's warm breath subtly brushing against her earlobe.
Qin Lan's cheeks involuntarily flushed a light red.
She had lived for over twenty years and had never had such intimate contact with any man.
"Hold on tight."
She forcefully suppressed the unusual feeling in her heart, her voice a little tight, and squeezed the horse's flanks with her legs, trying to hide her panic with a professional demeanor.
"Giddy up!"
The white horse, "Chasing the Wind," began to trot steadily across the grass.
However, just as Qin Lan had let out a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred!
"Chasing the Wind" beneath her, as if suddenly injected with the most volatile explosives, let out a high-pitched neigh without warning!
"Whinny—"
It suddenly reared up, its front hooves frantically pawing the air, then it came down heavily and began to gallop, jump, and buck wildly and erratically across the field!
"Ah!"
Screams of terror erupted from the crowd.
"What's going on!"