The dreamy horse racing girl and the real me

"Fourth is Hachmi."

"Fifth is Tamamo."

"Wait, Tamamo???"

Tamamo, who was at the bottom of Ma Niang just now, is now at No. 5.

And it's still accelerating, still accelerating.

"Xiaowan, here I come!!!"

Catching the moment when the horse girl next to him was unsteady in breath, Tamamo stood out with her own figure and sprinted from the outside.

"No.4, No.4! Tamamo surpassed No.4 Hakimi and became No.4!"

"She's still accelerating, she's accelerating, oh my God, oh my God!"

"She's still accelerating!!!"

"Gollum."

Looking at the situation on the field, Qi Groo couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"So fast, just like a short-distance horse girl, no, she turns out to be a short-distance horse girl!"

"Yeah, I just remembered this when I saw Wu Feng and Tamamo's calmness."

Rudolph also smiled a little and breathed a sigh of relief for the two of them.

When a short-distance horsewoman with sufficient physical strength and body heat enters the distance of 1000 meters.

And when the opponents next to you are all long-distance horses.

How much advantage the long-distance horse girl has against the short-distance horse girl in the long distance, and how much the short-distance horse girl has the advantage in the short distance.

Looking down, Wu Feng roared with excitement that he had never shown before.

Rudolf understood that the winner of this game was Wu Feng.

Those who can compete for the championship are most likely Wu Feng's two horse girls.

"Ashuma Nyeo Tamamo has surpassed the Miraculous General!!! Now, charging towards Leoten-san!"

"The reed-horse Tamamo is like a white lightning, no, it's just a white lightning galloping on the track."

"He is going to surpass Leotens-san. He is going to surpass Leotens-san. This lightning will break the curse of the horse girl Lu Mao."

"Tamamo, no, white lightning, use the power of thunder to dispel the darkness that shrouds Ashuma-niang's head."

The atmosphere in the arena was boiling as Tamamo surpassed one after another.

Everyone stared intently, clinging to Tamamo's figure, deeply afraid of missing the birth of a legend and the fall of a curse.

However, the white lightning speeding through the track was so fast that people did not dare to speak loudly or breathe.

"Almost, almost!"

Everyone held their breaths as they watched the white lightning approach Leotensang little by little.

"Leotensang, Leotensan was surpassed by white lightning, surpassed by white lightning!"

"Oh!!!"

After a brief cheer, everyone realized that the white lightning had not stopped and was still galloping forward.

In the last 300 meters, I am chasing the small bay ahead.

"Can you catch up? Can you catch up?"

Everyone understood that Tamamo was still 100 meters away from the small bay, but the small bay was only 200 meters away from the finish line.

It's almost impossible, the answer is obvious.

but why.

Why is it that my heart is roaring unwilling to admit defeat, and my heart is unreasonably trying to believe in a miracle?

Just like before today, no one believed in Lu Mao Ma Niang.

Miracles are incredible.

"Come on, Tamamo, go and win, go and break that bullshit curse!"

Wu Feng's roar echoed continuously in the silent arena, looking so lonely and powerless.

However, the sound that followed drove away all silence.

"Charge, white lightning, charge!"

"We have surpassed fourteen, why can't we surpass fifteen?"

"Come on, rush them all!"

Before setting foot on the track, no one believed that Lu Mao Ma Niang could make it this far.

After setting foot on the track, everyone hoped that Lu Mao Ma Niang could reach this point.

Listening to everyone cheering for him, Tamamo's eyes brightened.

I became a horse racing girl just for this moment.

"So, I like racing the most!!!!"

Tamamo rushed towards the small bay where she was sprinting with all her strength, and the victory or defeat was decided in the last few hundred meters.

"Are you here? But Tamamo, I don't want to lose either!"

Because of his ability to run away from a horse, he started sprinting with all his strength after hearing the news about Tamamo's activation.

At this moment, Xiao Haiwan's body had no energy left.

However, Kotamamo didn't want to lose, facing such a fierce fighting spirit.

I don't want to lose!

So, body, please move! !

Faced with Tamamo's fiery will, Xiao Haiwan also wanted to respond to the opponent's own will to never admit defeat.

The dry body heard the unyielding spirit coming from the soul.

A little bit of strength appeared in the exhausted torso, supporting Xiaowan to maintain his sprint.

This is the unyielding horse racing girl.

"50 m!!!!"

The small bay is 50 meters from the finish line, and Tamamo is 50 meters from the small bay.

"40 metres!!!"

"30 metres!!!"

"20 metres!!!"

"Ten meters!!!"

"Crossing the line, crossing the line, they both crossed the line together!"

The intersection between the two finally appeared at the finish line. They crossed the line almost in no particular order. No one knew who the final winner was.

However, the good news is.

For the horse racing girl competition, there are special instruments for measurement.

Even if it was a training match, the school still used all the equipment based on the principle that if you don't use it, you will make money.

"Who do you think wins?"

After hearing the news that the organizing committee is using instruments to determine who loses and who wins.

Okino looked at Wu Feng.

"Little bay."

"What?"

Wu Feng's words without thinking made Okino unable to react.

However, in his subsequent reply, Okino called him a good guy.

"Because the cove is relatively large, it has a physical advantage."

"That makes sense! Boy, don't let them hear it."

Wu Feng is not just talking nonsense, Xiaowanwan has used his advantage to defeat Tamamo many times.

After all, even the miraculous Ashimamon Tamamo has a hard time solving the body problem.

"The result of this competition is."

"Tamamo wins!!!"

“NICE!!!!”

"Eh?"

A group of people's carnival, one person's slap in the face.

Looking at the photos on the big screen, Wu Feng understood, and Tamamo also knew about her physical problems.

Otherwise, it won't run so ugly.

In the photo, Xiaowan really used his body to suppress a head of Tamamo algae.

But Tamamo stretched out her hand, which was just a little longer than the small bay.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Looking at Tamamo's hurriedly stretching hands on the big screen.

Wu Feng also joined the ocean of happiness.

Looking at Tamamo's expression on the big screen in the small bay on the track, and Tamamo's shy squatting on the ground after realizing that her little thoughts were released.

Smiling and shaking his head, he walked over and pulled Tamamo up.

"Get ready to award awards."

"Yes." Wu Feng also slumped on his chair and let out a deep breath among all the cheering people.

After the feeling of joy passed, Wu Feng could not feel any happiness even though he was relieved of this burden.

Wu Feng even felt empty at the thought of Tamamo leaving him.

"What's wrong, Wu Feng, don't you like fishing the most?"

Wu Feng asked himself why he became so reluctant to give up.

Obviously I like fishing the most, and I can go back to the life of fishing right away.

Wu Feng sighed and looked at Tamamo and Xiaowan.

At this moment, Tamamo was constantly scanning the surroundings, as if looking for someone.

"Wu Feng."

"Ok?"

Okino suddenly sat next to Wu Feng.

"As much as I hate to say it, are you really not going to continue being Torena of Tamamo and Kobay?"

Wu Feng turned away and heard a dull voice.

"I, I still think maybe a fishing life would be better."

Walking to the other side, Okino looked at the loneliness on Wu Feng's face. If he was really happy, why was he looking like this?

"If Tamamo falls into the hands of Wuhan Steel and is taught by him."

"I'll kill his mother!"

In an instant, after listening to Okino's hypothesis, Wu Feng understood what the other party meant.

The feeling when the daughter you worked so hard to raise is taken away by a yellow man riding a will-o'-the-wisp.

The kind that shouts in front of you: