The horse racing girl who became a close friend

[Uncle... No, Mr. Trainer, I have no plans to find a trainer yet.Also, you need to wash off the oil on your head, it looks disgusting. 】

It depends on whether the horse race girl is happy just to apply for the responsibility, let alone the legendary rebellious responsibility.

Yang Hui looked at the surrounding homeroom teachers who were gradually surrounding them, and decided to run away: "What about that? My responsibility is about to be tested. I have to go take a look."

Yang Hui decisively climbed out of the guardrail and fled towards the horse gate.

Behind him, Nagoshi Ichiro raised his hands like a trumpet and shouted, his voice resounding throughout half of the venue: "Do you remember what I said before?"

"No matter if the racing girl is nervous or not, you have to take the initiative to hold her hand and say, 'Don't be nervous, I'm here'!"

"The bond value will not increase with time, it will only increase due to events!"

"Your inner emotions can be conveyed to the horse racing girl!"

Ichiro Nagoshi was escorted out by security for making loud noises. Before leaving, he shouted:

"Remember! Fiercely! Hold hands!"

Chapter 11 Are you holding me so tight to compete with my grip strength?

"Next, Liuli-san."

"It's my turn..." The snow-white horse ears on Liuli's head drooped feebly.

"Classmate Liuli, there will be no problem." The trainer's assistant smiled. In just a few hours of cooperation, Liuli had left a very reliable and excellent impression in his mind, "Over there. The horse girl seems to have encountered some difficulties, let me go and help."

"Then you should hurry up and get busy." Liuli walked into the horse gate without any hesitation, as if she was still eager to escape from the world.

The horse racing girl's gate is a little smaller than expected.The gate was closed tightly, and Liuli had to stand on tiptoe slightly to see the outside.

At the same time, the temperature in the horse lock is much lower than that of the pasture. Perhaps it is this small and cold environment that makes some racing girls reluctant to enter the lock.

But it was just right for Liuli: privacy, coolness, and a sense of isolation from the world, just right to heal the fragile mind that had been tortured by the ponies.

You must know that the capsule rest room at the tram station costs 1000 yen per hour.

Before Liuli could rest for a few minutes, the heart-rending screams from outside the horse gate reached his ears.

"Hardly! Hold hands!"

Liuli stood on tiptoe and looked in the direction of the sound. A man dressed as a trainer was escorted out by security guards, while Yang Hui was walking in the direction of him with a social look on his face.

Liuli stretched out her white arm from the horse gate and said hello: "Hey, have you eaten?"

"I used senior's meal card and had Mapo Tofu for lunch."

"Exactly." Liuli sneered: "As for your sweet Mapo tofu, anything I make with my feet tastes better than it."

"Then what do you eat?"

Ruribai made the sign of three with her bare hands: "Three windows, the uncle who fried the tempura had a heat stroke, the aunt who made the udon said that his wife was going to give birth, and the uncle who made the sushi stuffed all the wasabi into himself. It was in my mouth, and then I cried and said there was no more mustard.”

Including the uncle who made the carrot platter yesterday, Liuli estimated that she would be able to achieve success in just a few more days of eating.

[Completely dominate Treson Canteen 9]

Yang Hui was dumbfounded: "You are too cruel, don't grab a shop."

"Mainly because I am a classmate who is naturally stupid. When I find something I like to eat, I will sit down and order more than a dozen portions. After the meal, I have to help her find something, so I can only accompany her to eat together."

Thinking of the various racehorse classmates this morning, Liuli sighed slightly and said, "I'm so tired before our class is full. How can other classes that are full still be able to do this?"

Class IX currently has only three-quarters of the standard number of students.

But in just these three quarters, Liuli has already met various types of racing girls, such as those who are naturally stupid, have no sense of time, are chronically ill, and are afraid of society.

It’s hard to believe how chaotic the other classes would be.

Yanghui coughed lightly and decided to tell Liuli part of the truth: "Well, is there a possibility that the vast majority of transfer students and the more unique horse racing girls in the school are concentrated in Class [-], so Daisuke-senpai is needed?" The minister serves as the head teacher?”

In order not to damage the relationship between the class teacher and the squad leader, Yanghui was very considerate and did not tell Liuli: [In order to catch you as a hard worker, Minister Daijie specially used the dirty social connections of adults. 】

Liuli regretted that she should have said, "If I embezzled class fees to reward myself, can I be dismissed from my post?"

"I don't think so. Minister Daisuke will just deduct my bonus and use it to make up for your class fees."

After thinking for a long time and finding no reason to not be the squad leader, Liuli gave up her struggle and raised her head and asked, "Is the trainer who was thrown out just now an acquaintance of yours?"

Yang Hui nodded: "Senior Nagoshi Ichiro is a tease...a funny person."

"Is that what he said about holding hands just now?" Liuli recalled that most of the racing girls who were reluctant to enter the gate today were finally comforted by the trainers who touched their heads or held hands, "he said It’s not unreasonable.”

Yang Hui thought about the senior who was thrown out by the security guards and his statement that he might be sent to the police station: "Is there any?"

"Would you know if I try it?" Liuli stood up on tiptoes from the horse gate and lay on the gate with some difficulty. The plumpness under the sportswear was squeezed out by the gate into a stunning arc, and the whole body was squeezed out. After putting all his weight on the gate, Liuli stretched out her hands towards Yanghui in front of her: "Come on, hold hands."

Yanghui's heartbeat was beating like a thunder drum, and he was almost suffocating.

It's not like I have never held hands with Liuli before. I and Liuli, two bachelors, were dance partners in the ballroom dance class at the university.

However, he lost to Liuli with a record of 0-22 and was forced to do the women's dance. Therefore, before each dance started, Liuli, who danced the men's dance, would take the initiative to invite him to hold hands.

But the lethality brought by the beautiful girl with white hair and red eyes is completely incomparable to that unshaven man who may not have washed his hands after going to the toilet!

Be calm!Yanghui took a deep breath and placed his palms on top of Liuli's.

Just like Liuli complained before when playing games, Liuli's palms were now incredibly small. Yanghui felt as if he could wrap Liuli's little claws completely in his palms as long as he held it slightly.

"This looks so weird."

Liuli clicked her tongue, turned over the palm that was holding Yang Hui, and put her little hand on Yang Hui's palm.

I can't calm down anymore!

Looking at the soft and delicate hands in his hands, Yang Hui almost instinctively tightened his palms, wanting to hold on to this beauty.

Liuli's hands were as smooth as half-molten cheese, and it seemed that she couldn't hold them no matter what.

"Using so much force? If I exert my strength later, don't beg me to let go." Liuli didn't think much about it and just took Yanghui's strange behavior as a signal to invite her to a duel.

What's your physique?Dare to compete with a horse racing girl?

Yang Hui was excited and quickly relaxed the strength in his hand, "Han, how do you feel?"

Liuli squinted her eyes and thought for a moment, with a satisfied look on her face: "There is indeed a feeling of peace of mind, and a suffocating feeling."

"I think your chest was pressed against the railing for too long."

"Oh, forgot..."

At this time, the trainer's assistant also came back, "Classmate Liuli...how do you feel?"

He was stunned.

That gentle, calm, elegant, and perfect Chinese lady.

Miss Liuli, who is obviously an eldest lady, but is willing to lower her profile to listen to the worries of social animals, and can easily touch the softest part of the workers' hearts.

At this time, he was lying on the gate in a not very elegant, but extremely cute posture, holding hands with a certain weirdo.

On this day, the air in Teresen, where there were no lemon trees, seemed to be a little sour again.

Chapter 12 We don’t need to be so clear about art.

Yanghui was waiting for Liuli to go home and cook at the Teresen Canteen. The green stamp of "Excellent Entry Adaptability" on Liuli's file in his hand was pleasing to the eye.Although I don't know why the trainer's assistant almost broke the seal handle when stamping it, at least he didn't care about Liuli's point deduction for lying on the horse gate.

Because Nagoshi Ichiro interfered with the normal teaching order, he was optimistically wrestling with the seniors of the Department of Discipline and Discipline, and even Yanghui's plan to use the meal card at night was ruined.

With nothing to do, Yang Hui discussed the follow-up schedule with Liuli.

"After you pass the entry test, you can register for the next rookie race. Between the long and middle distance tracks, which one do you want to try first?"

Liuli raised her eyebrows slightly, "Which scholarship has the best scholarship?"

"It's all the same. Because it's an internal competition, no scholarships will be given."

Liuli's eyes were full of disbelief: "Isn't Treyson very rich? Isn't it too stingy not to give him a scholarship?"

Without raising his head, Yanghui pointed at the plates piled up beside him. These were the results of Liuli's battle just now: "Why don't you say something about picking when you eat? The fallen udon chef and sushi chef will be very sad. "

"But that's not to say there are no benefits at all, right?" Yang Hui added, "If the racing girls who sign up for the Rookie Competition don't have a final server, they will be given priority in designing it."

Liuli asked doubtfully: "What is the winning uniform?"

Yanghui switched his phone to video playback and placed it in front of Liuli.

In the video played on the mobile phone, the horse racing girl named Rudolph Symbol is sprinting forward with an emperor-like momentum that splits the sky and splits the clouds, shaking the soul.

Rudolph's symbolic clothing is completely different from Treson's training uniform: a dark green military dress, a light golden ribbon starting from a red half-cape on the left shoulder, lingering to the chest, and a medal symbolizing victory on his waist. Like an emperor who conquers all things.

"So handsome..."

Yanghui looked at Liuli's surprised expression with great satisfaction, and Youyou replied: "Customized competition uniforms designed individually like this are generally called final uniforms. They are top-notch fashions that can only be worn in professional-level competitions. .”

Liuli stared at the phone intently.Not only is Rudolph the symbol, all the racing girls in the video are wearing gorgeous and dazzling costumes of different shapes.

……

Theresa College has been conducting extensive and in-depth cooperation with clothing manufacturers around the world.

Every year, countless clothing manufacturers offer to provide unique winning uniforms for Teresin's horse racing girls. The purpose is to allow these highly anticipated horse racing girls to wear winning clothing with their own logos and their own design styles. Go to the arena and advertise your brand.

Judging from the traffic of the horse racing girl competition, as long as a horse racing girl can step into the G1 competition wearing a self-designed winning uniform, the manufacturer will make a lot of money.Even if they don't participate in the competition, the jockey girls are all beautiful girls at the level of super models. Just wearing the winning clothes on the street can have a good advertising effect.

"This year's freshman finals uniform is designed by a top clothing company, and this is their CEO."

Yanghui switched the content displayed on the phone, and a creature that was probably a human appeared on the screen of the phone.

Liuli was stunned: "Who...who is this?"

The man in the picture is made up of almost perfect muscles. Perhaps in order to emphasize these muscles, he put on a shiny golden tights that can blind the eyes, and strangled all kinds of grooves. .But if that's all he is, then he's just a fitness instructor dressed in a very sexy way.

His feet that can break the floor tiles are wearing a pair of slender high heels that are at least 8cm tall; his hands that can twist water pipes into twists are doing manicures that can be called works of art; those blue-grey pairs that should have been holding cigars in their mouths Lips, painted with bright pink lipstick.

As a traditional Chinese, Liuli could only comment on her as a "coquettish pervert".

"Um." Yang Hui glanced at the phone, his face full of shock and confusion, but he still insisted on explaining: "This is the boss of that wealthy company and a top artist - Mr. David. He also has a Chinese named Ergou."

Liuli tilted her head, "You call this an artist?"

"Why isn't this art? Look at the stubble, the pink lipstick..." In order to convince Liuli, and at the same time to convince himself, Yanghui stared at the photo for a while.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not connect the two words David and art.

Rubbing his sore eyes from the heat, Yang Hui waved his hand: "We don't need to be so clear about art matters. Let's look at it from a more vulgar perspective."

Yanghui switched the photo to a certain satchel bag that was full of design and beauty. "Remember this bag? We saw it in the window last time. The shoulder strap alone is worth two months of your salary."

"That bag was designed by him. Of course, their company also has many leather bags, watches, necklaces...all at prices we can't afford."

Liuli was in awe and immediately understood the value of this design company.

"Then sign up for the middle distance!" Although Liuli couldn't understand David's art at all, she knew one sentence:

So expensive?It’s indeed a good thing!

After Yanghui filled out the middle-distance registration form for him, Liuli asked, "Speaking of which, why are you so familiar with that David designer? Well, your hobbies are a bit special."

Yang Hui quickly denied it, "How is it possible? The reason why I am so familiar with him..."

"Because he is your specially hired teacher."

"Huh?" Liuli's face was full of horror, and the snow-white hair on her tail almost stood up.

Immediately, she tried to recall her teachers: the class teacher was Director Daisuke.I started to feel sleepy in the math class, but a male teacher came in; I fell asleep in the history class, and it seemed to be a female voice; I woke up after the Japanese get out of class, but the figure who walked out was also a female teacher...

If there really is such a weird teacher, I should be able to recognize him at a glance.

After thinking about it, Liuli remembered that she had yet to take a class called [Stage Girl].

The course introduction is also extremely abstract and vague: [A handsome girl standing on the stage!Unpredictable playing field!Unpredictable stage!Unpredictable idol!This is the stage that the audience wants to see! 】

"The stage girl one?"

Yang Hui nodded, "That's it. The name registered at the Academic Affairs Office is actually [Comprehensive ability improvement course in dance, singing, idol behavior, etc. on the Jockey Girl Winner Stage]."

"In addition to being an artist, David is also an idol producer, so the purpose of hiring him is to teach Jockey Girl how to be a qualified idol."

Liuli frowned: "But I remember the teacher's name is Momotaro?"

"Is it possible that designer David or designer Wang Ergou also has a Japanese name?"

"Just because of this style of naming, I believe it."