The dreamy horse racing girl and the real me

but.

It would be too substandard to follow the path that others have taken and then start from scratch.

The two companies next door have already begun to put labels, sell characters, and try their best to create the perfect idol group.

You are still conducting interviews honestly.

No, if you want to overtake others, you can't.

You have listened to Eason Chan's "The Lonely Warrior" thousands of times, and even in the streets and alleys, children can sing a few lines.

Although you still think this song sounds good, you are also tired of aesthetics.

At this time, you find a video of a newcomer singing an ordinary song.Will you click in and take a look?

You can't. Your interest in watching this is not as interesting as watching the children in the classroom next door dance wildly to the BGM of Lonely Warrior.

In modern society, do you still want to survive if you don't work hard?

Hum, you are laughing at me because I don’t know how to eat, and I am laughing at you because I don’t understand traffic.

So, when the whole life is the main thing and the young masters in the world next door are about to come out.

What’s so good about a mediocre interview?

In this day and age where the whole life is the main focus, when writing a novel, the first thing to happen when you open the door is an explosion that will make people remember it deeply.

Is an ordinary novel about everyday life interesting?

Of course it’s interesting. Everyone is trying to make a living. If I don’t, I’m an outlier. I just make a living.

Is Trayson’s interview program interesting?

Is a bland interview program among all kinds of weird programs interesting?

of course not.

Is it interesting to sit down in front of the camera and ask questions and answers?

Not interesting.

But what if ED sells the uncut version?

Inside, there is Tamamo Cross' holy kara proclamation, and there is Tamamo Cross' lament.

How about even letting the conversation between Wu Feng and the old man go?

The photo of the invisible and inaudible man in the toilet.

The old man looking for rabbits in the trash can.

The petite and arrogant racehorse girl fights back against the arrogant trainer, and then turns defeat into victory.

Please, please have more.

In this busy world, this is what I want.

Life is so tiring, wouldn't it be nice to let me smile?

Why, does it even make sense for me to have fun?

of course not.

At this point, the first program in history where ED drove the program's ratings and sales was born.

Even related peripherals were born.

For example, the fluorescent Wu Feng photo sticker.

Of course, there is no need to say more about where the instructions suggest where to stick it.

Of course, at this point, everyone gradually began to understand who existed in the lofty Teresin College.

For example, Miss Junchuan is gentle, virtuous and generous. Of course, this is an anonymous interview letter from Tereson College and has nothing to do with Ms. Junchuan.

According to others, the shady and evil-minded Miss Junchuan is all fake.

The king of ideas naturally fell on the old man.

After all, this is a matter of printing photos in the toilet.

Well, there have been many letters of complaint against the old man recently.

Because someone really printed the photo in the toilet.

Moreover, the people printed on it are all people they hate, but the cleaning staff strongly protested.

Of course, there is also the iron friendship between Wu Feng and Tamamo, the two idiots, and the war of the same kind!

More and more people are paying attention to Tamamo Cross. This Ashima girl who broke the shackles and walked to the center is setting records with every step she takes.

So, come on!Lu Mao’s little sister!Don't lose!

You must believe in one thing, Miss Tamamo, God has closed a door for you, and maybe also closed your window.

There must be a solution to the problem of not growing taller.

For example, just make Wu Feng shorter!

"Oyster, oyster, oyster! Tama wow, it can't be done!"

At this moment, Tamamo Cross was lying on the tatami with everyone's concern and blessing.

He yelled about his incompetence.

And facing this elementary school boy Tamamo Cross is none other than the trainer he lost on the show, Wu Feng!

Wu Feng was correcting the marks for a paper and was checking the paper hard.

Of course, don't be nervous, other teachers are trying their best to get you points by trying their best to get you to 60.

However, Wu Feng tried his best to check, just to make Tamamo get ten points.

"Why don't you even write the solution! If you write the solution, I can give you one point!"

In a total of two and a half hours of testing, Tamamo Cross was actually able to be written seriously.

The two types of examiners Wu Feng admires most in his life are probably like this.

In exams that cannot be submitted in advance, submit the paper in advance and get full marks as the ultimate academic master.

It's the kind of test where I get 100 because the paper is only 100, not because my strength is 100.

The other is that in an exam where you can hand in the paper in advance and even expect a lot of time, a person can resist not handing in the paper in advance and work hard to finish it.

Finally, someone who even made the effort to check it several times.

Then, this big guy still failed to get ten points in the exam.

That's right, Ms. Tamamo Cross who didn't even write the solution.

"Well, I, when I was writing, I felt that there were not enough seats."

"That's because you crossed out a large part of it! You crossed out a question seven times! Seven times!"

"The answers are different seven times. Don't you think there's something wrong?"

"Yeah, that's why I changed it seven times!"

"Hey! You're right. Don't you think there's a problem with the fact that this bus can carry 7.535 people?"

"That's right! Why can a bus be able to seat 7.535 people? And why can't the number of votes be counted if the bus only disembarks twice as many people as at the previous stop?"

"hiss!"

Wu Feng took a deep breath, grandma's.

"It starts with one person, and after going up, the number of people takes up half of the car's capacity, and then four people go down, and twice as many as before, and then there is no one left. I ask you to find the capacity of the car. How did you find the root number? Tell me. , how can someone with the root number appear on the bus?"

"Uh, squeeze? Everyone just squeeze in." Tamamo Cross asked with his tongue sticking out.

"Ha, does it work just by squeezing? You can try squeezing yourself, huh!!!!"

"Woooooooooooo! (My breasts are being squeezed by immeasurable force!)"

In an instant, Wu Feng was sat on the ground by Tamao Cross, and then Tamao Cross let out a terrifying murderous aura. He practiced it hard on Wu Feng, and the squeeze was still a thing!

"I'm talking about cars, cars! Buses!! Not people!"

"No Road Race! These things! There is still a squeeze! Wu Feng!"

"Then squeeze your own!"

"Ha!" Tamao Shichi stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Wu Feng, his eyes full of sadness.

"You wouldn't have tried it, then."

"Wulu Sai! It can still grow. I'm still young, so it can still grow!"

"Wu Feng! Try it yourself, a girl's breasts are quite precious! Even if you squeeze them, they won't be as big as mine, okay?"

"So, why do I have breasts! Are you an idiot? Stop! Stop squeezing!! It hurts!"

"My breasts are compressing in an indescribable way!"

Wu Feng shouted.

"Wu Feng, it's time to feel the meaning of a girl's heart!"

"Yamei Luo!"

Wait until Xiaowan hears the sound and comes in.

Tamamo Cross turned gray-white and fell to the ground with a measuring stick beside him.

He murmured: "Impossible, impossible, completely impossible, why, why?"

Wu Feng, who was on the side, knelt on the ground and gasped for air. Just now, he felt an indescribable pain on his chest.

Her breasts were squeezed hard, and a female gangster grabbed her with such force that they became slightly swollen.

"Well, what are you doing? Didn't you say you were giving Tamamo a math test?"

Super Xiaowan scratched his head, why did he go out to wash the dishes? Why did one of them feel like they had just returned from Santu River, and the other felt like they wanted to go to Santu River.

"what happened?"

"My breasts, my breasts, Wu Feng can just squeeze them a little bit." Tamamojishi murmured.

"There must be something wrong with Wu Feng, it must be Wu Feng!"

"Eh? Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"

Xiaowan sat down and bounced twice in front of Tamamo Cross.

"No, it doesn't matter, it's just a small bay. There are still genetically mutated horse girls in the world, and when I grow that tall, I will be able to do it."

"Brother, brother, what's wrong?"

Mi Yu sat next to Wu Feng obediently.

"Mi Yu, wu wu wu, my Mi Yu, you are the best to me!"

Wu Feng quickly hugged Mi and bathed Zeng.

Tamamo Cross looked at Miyu, who was about the same height as himself, and noticed a slight difference with his sharp eyes.

"Xiaoyu?"

"I'm sorry, I want to go and live my life again first."

"Hey, what happened?"

. . .

Tamamo Cross sat in front of the sofa, waiting for the trial of Xiaowan and Wu Feng.

"Tamamo, your math scores are really good."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"It's different. Mathematics shouldn't exist at all! I don't understand. Isn't it just mathematics that can calculate money? Why do you need factoring? These are completely unnecessary."

Tamamo Cross, everyone is recognized as an idiot.

After various tutoring sessions by Wu Feng and Xiao Haiwan, subjects such as Chinese and English (Xiao Haiwan was in charge) finally met the standards.

However, this mathematics alone is the real thing.