HLM – Chapter 924 Tuhao Jin’s Kindergarten Life

If the miniature ponies reacted to Tuhao Jin the way Japanese soldiers reacted to American GIs, then upon seeing Black Horse King, their reaction was like Japanese soldiers seeing Godzilla.

Tuhao Jin’s appearance wasn’t outstanding—in fact, it was somewhat ugly. Its muscles weren’t smooth, its limbs weren’t long enough, and its body wasn’t broad enough.

Black Horse King, on the other hand, was perfect in all these aspects. Its appearance was outstanding and its temperament elegant; if someone claimed it was a purebred BMW horse, no one would doubt it. It was the most perfectly remodeled horse created by the Beast Field’s Heart and the most beautiful horse in the entire pasture.

And not only that—it was a mare, and a horse king. This might not mean much to humans, but among horses, such information revealed a lot.

As soon as the miniature ponies saw it, they immediately betrayed Tuhao Jin and ran toward Black Horse King. Once they reached her, they didn’t even dare to nuzzle her—only dared to stand respectfully around her.

Tuhao Jin was furious!

This was blatant humiliation. It stormed over, lifted its hoof, and was ready to kick a small pony.

Marlon quickly shouted sternly, “Tuhao Jin, what you’re doing is wrong!”

Tuhao Jin’s hooves were the size of soup bowls—roughly the same size as a mini pony’s head. If it actually kicked, it might blow the little pony’s head open.

Hearing the scolding, Tuhao Jin withdrew its hoof reluctantly, then opened its mouth and bit the little pony on the shoulder.

The pony cried in pain, whinnied in terror, and backed into the herd. Black Horse King stepped forward, glaring angrily at Tuhao Jin.

This was the nature of a horse king—one of the reasons the mini ponies ran to her for protection. When one of her own was bullied, she would stand up to protect them.

She did not look down on the tiny ponies. Though small and short, once they approached her voluntarily in submission, she accepted them as her subordinates.

Tuhao Jin, being a warmonger, saw the look Black Horse King gave and instantly switched expressions like turning a page. Eyes widening and hooves stomping, it wanted to start a fight.

Wang Bo pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly. “No wonder Black Horse King refuses to mate with Tuhao Jin. With this brat’s temper, how is it supposed to conquer such a proud queen?”

Tuhao Jin’s temper really was too explosive.

Marlon hurried up, pulled it back, and fed carrots to both horses, stopping the conflict.

After Wang Bo and the others left and walked a bit farther away, Tuhao Jin’s eyes darted around, and it cast a sly look at the mini cows.

Mini cows were very small—only reaching Tuhao Jin’s leg.

However, they were extremely strong—like dwarves from The Lord of the Rings: short but muscular. For example, miniature longhorn cattle could reach up to 300 kilograms.

Mini cows had gentle temperaments and low alertness; they didn’t sense Tuhao Jin’s malice.

Tuhao Jin checked its surroundings cautiously. Seeing Wang Bo and the others walking away, it trotted toward the herd.

Ten or so miniature longhorns were grazing; seeing it approach, they kindly made room, as if inviting it to eat with them.

But Tuhao Jin grew angry: Damn it, you’re acting like you own the place? Don’t you know whose territory this is? It’s—okay, fine—it’s my dad Wang Bo’s land! Which means it’s also mine! I haven’t said you could eat here, yet you dare to?!

Back at the ranch, it had shown such “kindness” before, only to be nearly killed by a herd of bulls.

Now was its chance for revenge. Tuhao Jin opened its mouth and bit one cow’s shoulder.

It was not a light bite. The miniature longhorn yelped in pain, tossing its head and bellowing, “Moo! Moo!”

The other longhorns instantly raised their sharp horns and charged at Tuhao Jin.

Unfortunately for Tuhao Jin, of all types of mini cattle—especially the mini zebu that had arrived early—it had picked on the ones with the strongest attack power: longhorns.

Seeing the sharp horns, it quickly retreated. A fast little cow charged forward and stabbed its horns into the ground where Tuhao Jin had been standing moments ago, leaving two deep holes!

Holy—these little things have serious tempers?! Tuhao Jin was furious. A crooked tree needs pruning; unruly cows need discipline! I must deal with them!

It ran like the wind; naturally the mini cows couldn’t catch up. But the longhorns didn’t give chase—they formed a tight circle, backs together, horns pointing outward: a spinning “longhorn battle wheel.”

No matter which direction Tuhao Jin approached from, it couldn’t attack. It only knew two moves—biting and kicking. But neither worked. If it leaned forward to bite their backs, the horns might stab its neck; if it kicked, it might hit the horns.

This put Tuhao Jin in a moral crisis.

Wang Bo happened to look back. At first he couldn’t see clearly because the mini cows were too short; he only saw Tuhao Jin running circles around something.

So they started walking back. Tuhao Jin immediately transformed into a good child, lowering its head and grazing obediently.

The mini longhorns stood on the side, puffed up in anger, glaring at Tuhao Jin in unison.

Wang Bo patted Marlon’s shoulder. “Watch this brat carefully. I don’t want the little animals I worked so hard to buy turning into corpses later.”

Marlon chuckled, “That’s impossible. It’ll be leaving soon anyway.”

As a seasoned veteran of the horse racing world, once he received permission to begin professional training for Tuhao Jin, he immediately contacted a professional stable to send it there.

By mid-January, Marlon had arranged for the largest stable in Auckland to begin formal training for Tuhao Jin and Black Horse King.

This was the first time a “pet” was leaving Sunset Town. Wang Bo felt uncomfortable, so he didn’t go see them off. When they parted, he simply hugged and kissed both horses’ foreheads tightly.

Tuhao Jin stared wide-eyed, not understanding what was happening. But once it entered the transport truck and saw Wang Bo wasn’t coming along, it panicked.

Inside the truck, Tuhao Jin neighed and kicked uncontrollably. Marlon offered its favorite carrots, but it ignored them, only neighing desperately in Wang Bo’s direction.

Wang Bo steeled himself. He wasn’t abandoning Tuhao Jin—he was sending it for training. Temporary separation was for a better future. He kept repeating this to comfort himself.

Qingyang saw how upset he was and joked, “Doesn’t this feel like sending a child to kindergarten for the first time? When I first went to school, I was exactly like this.”

Wang Bo laughed too. When his mother sent him to school and left, he had cried loudly that day, then climbed over the kindergarten wall to escape and run home.

He shared this story, and Hani said, “Maybe Tuhao Jin will do the same thing.”