The dreamy horse racing girl and the real me

It seems that Aldan made quite a lot of biscuits, at least Wu Feng was speechless.

This young lady’s craftsmanship seems surprisingly good?

When Wu Feng was stuffed with biscuits, he felt the taste of biscuits in his mouth.

However, looking at the embarrassed and angry Aldan in front of him, Wu Feng silently extended his thumb.

"It's delicious. If you make it for someone you like, it will definitely get full marks!"

"Can't eating stop your mouth?" Mejiro Aldan sighed, there is still a long way to go.

"Well, it's really delicious, so what's the answer to this question?"

Wu Feng swallowed the biscuits in his mouth and looked at the question.

"There is a high possibility that this question will be asked again. After all, it is Sister Hua who will ask the question."

"Besides, you have someone you like. It depends on your appearance. If you have someone, go for it and don't stop."

Aldan looked at Wu Feng, who was sitting on a chair, clenching his fists to cheer himself up.

"Then, what if that guy doesn't want to die?"

"Ha, he dares to refuse the eldest daughter of the Mejiro family? Humph, doesn't he know what the Black Hand is? He just knocked her unconscious, carried her back, and threw her into the room. How can he still refuse?"

"I accept your good advice." Mejiro Aldan looked at Wu Feng, and finally shook his head with a smile, not knowing what he was laughing at.

"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? Tell me! I hate guys like you who only speak half of your words!"

"It's nothing, it's just that I think you're right! If that guy doesn't overestimate his own abilities, then don't blame me for being rude!"

"Yes, this is what it feels like!"

Aldan looked at Wu Feng, looking like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

Some people don't know what it means to ask for trouble if they don't suffer a little loss.

At the end of class, Mejiro Aldan bid farewell to the proud idiot walking on the road and sat in his car.

When passing by the sea of ​​flowers at home, I suddenly discovered it.

Flowers generally bloom at that time.

Suddenly a field of flowers bloomed, and the world was flooded by a sea of ​​rose flowers.

At that moment, Mejiro Aldan just wanted to take a photo of it, and then clicked on Wu Feng's LINE.

"Wu Feng, the jasmine flowers are blooming, so beautiful!"

Ah, I see, this is "Tonight's Moon is Beautiful".

Mejiro Aldan looked at his mobile phone and suddenly laughed.

Chapter 23 Let me debut as an idol and save this unchanging Treson?

"Generally speaking, every trainer who comes to my office is trembling and afraid to breathe."

"Or, keep your fighting spirit high, think of someone better than me at all times, and become the legendary trainer of Jockey Girl."

"But the more this happens, the more I can feel the limits of human beings and the ridicule of reality."

"What on earth made me teach you guys!"

Zenya Yoshida, founder of Teresin Academy.

Her contribution to horse racing girls has even been included in textbooks.

From this point of view, the old man's status in Jockey Girl may be as well-known as Lu Xun, who is well known to everyone.

As the former school chairman and current school director, the only time Mr. Yoshida used his power was to reserve this office for himself after his retirement.

There’s no other reason than the world’s first Olympic torch.

This small, dilapidated room is where the old man and his horse girl started.

It was also here that the old man built Treson brick by brick and laid the foundation of modern horse racing.

What the old man said is true, other trainers come here, just like Christians go to Jerusalem, LSP goes to visit Tifa in the 3D area, Jews go to Jerusalem, and Muslims go to Jerusalem.

This is a holy place!

In the spacious room, rows and rows of bookshelves lined the walls, filled with all kinds of books.

Even from the outside, you can see the notes on the book cover.

From records from decades ago to reports from Rudolph who just won a few days ago, you can see them all above.

There were letters on the table, ranging from Chinese to Arabic. At first glance, it seemed that most of them were letters of communication from the heads of horse racing centers in various places.

Everyone was impressed by the old man's seriousness, responsibility and knowledge.

Of course, Wu Feng also recognized the old man's erudition.

He also recognized the old man’s gold content.

After all, the content and cover of the book I just pulled out and wanted to take a look at are completely different.

The youthful writing describes a trainer who studies hard and finally reaches the pinnacle of life.

Ha, the old man really cares about the new generation of horse racing girls.

The old man was standing behind the desk, looking down at the two guys sitting at the coffee table in front of him.

Tojo Hana also glared at the two people in front of him and nodded repeatedly.

These two guys should really be taught a lesson.

Junkawa Tetsuna looked at this scene with a wry smile.

"Hey, is it my problem or not?" The old man looked at the two people in front of him.

"What made you decide to bring food to my place to eat?"

"Old man, is it possible that it would be too much for you to call me over at lunch time?"

Wu Feng put down the lunch box in his hand.

How could anyone ask someone to come over for a meeting at noon?

Look at the time.

At [-] o'clock at noon, if you don't take a lunch break in China at this time, you will be complained.

"Isn't this an emergency?"

"Yes, I just heated up the meal and you called me to come over."

"Then can't you eat earlier?"

"Old man, tell me, is it possible that I have to train in the morning, train in the afternoon, and have to make up lessons for my Tamamo Cross in the evening?"

Wu Feng raised his head and looked at the old man, thinking about it.

After discovering the old man's identity.

Wu Feng also understood.

The executive who wanted to impeach him later was, as expected, his teacher.

After all, this guy knows how much he weighs and at the same time, he also thinks of various ways to make himself move.

Now, here comes the problem.

If you hadn't let Tamamo Cross find you, would you be so tired?

That's right, that's right. I took the initiative and signed a contract with Tamamo Cross. This was my decision and I don't regret it.

But isn’t your old man not [-]% at fault?

"Then why didn't Ah Hua."

"Gulu." Tojo Hana quickly covered his stomach.

However, the sound still came out.

Everyone present heard the wail of the now legendary trainer's stomach.

"Oh ho, it's so loud, but it doesn't matter. I brought you food. Hum, am I being nice to you?" Okino sighed.

It was this sigh that clearly seemed to be asking for credit, but it succeeded in making Tojo Hana clenched his fists in emotion.

After all, there are not many such brave and considerate people.

There are very few people with high emotional intelligence who dare to hear their boss fart during a meeting, shout it loudly, and then shout with a loudspeaker, boss, eat less croton, garlic, and hot and sour noodles, otherwise the fart will smell. Got it!

You see, Tojo Hana was so moved now that he held Okino's face to express his gratitude.

But, why did the two hands end up holding Okino's neck?

"Ahua, I must have done nothing wrong, right? You must be thanking me, right? You are thanking me, right?"

"Ha ha."

Wu Feng and the old man on the side have long been accustomed to strange things, and Wu Feng will also say a word of help.

"Don't really strangle me to death."

The old man turned a blind eye and sat down to make a phone call to order food from the school.

As for Miss Sunikawa, she waited for a while, calculated the time limit for Okino-senpai to hold her breath, and stepped forward to separate the two.

Then the table is cleared and everyone sits down to eat.

"To put it this way, before the school was built, we were scrambling against time and everyone gathered here to eat."

"At that time, we were appreciating each other's cooking skills, chatting and laughing elegantly. In the end, everyone recognized me as the Zhao Kuo. From then on, I must try some of that delicious food. It's a pity, but now, it's There is no such chance.”

The old man couldn't help but sigh as he saw the takeaway he ordered placed on the table, looking out of place with other people's food.

"That must be a good story. The pioneers have worked so hard. The descendants will definitely not forget it and will definitely work hard."

"No, what the old man means is that you quickly hand over the delicious food in your hands, he wants to eat it."

"Wu Feng, how can you guess the teacher's thoughts like this? You don't understand. Although the teacher is usually a bit disrespectful, but..."

"Since Wu Feng has said so, I really can't refuse, so I'll serve it quickly."

Tojo Hana looked at the old man who was in high spirits, then at Wu Feng, who looked like he was, and at Okino, who was squinting his eyes and glancing at other people's lunch boxes from time to time.

"Junchuan."

"What's the matter, Hua?"

"Tell me, is it possible that the old man picked me up?"

"Well, that's the question." Junchuan smiled bitterly and didn't know what to say.

The three of them were enjoying themselves, and there was also an undercover Tojo Hana who suspected that he was arranged by another master and accidentally lost his memory.

Junchuan smiled bitterly, not knowing what to say.

Do you want to tell Tojo Hana yourself that when you can figure out that you are an undercover agent sent with amnesia, you are actually no different from these three.

Still, let everyone feel that they are normal people.

After all, he was the only normal person in the whole house.

Eh.

Chairman, woo woo, my chairman, did you eat well, did you sneak some candies, and then found that I had replaced the candies with bitter melon or mustard flavor?

Thinking of the chairman secretly eating candy while he was away, he looked like he was suffering. Then he reached for the candy again without giving up. After confirming again and again that it was not bitter melon candy, he threw it into his mouth.

The crying that came from the limit of the human body turned into tears, making the chairman who had secretly eaten sweets look aggrieved and deflated.

Junchuan just wanted to go back and take a look.

However, come to think of it, you still have to eat.

What Okino had in his hand was one of the most popular set meals sold in the school cafeteria.

Kobe steak, sea cucumber, and New Zealand vegetables.

Tojo Hana's is no different, either.

Junchuan is a self-made bento with everything in it, focusing on a simple, rich and nutritious meal.