I'm a pegasus, not a racehorse girl

She is definitely not illiterate, and she is even a good child with excellent character and learning, but the education received by Saima Niang is different from that of ordinary people. Her knowledge is not enough to support her to understand this plan.

But there was one thing she understood, and that was the part about training arrangements.

Fuji is already a veteran in the field, and all aspects of training have been engraved in her bones. This experience allowed her to see at a glance the outrageous level of this training plan.

"Is she joking? This kind of training intensity will only send her to the hospital! Trainer Beiyuan, just let her go?"

After carefully reading the training arrangement part, Fujimasa was very dissatisfied. She glared at Beiyuan with eyes full of anger, and she meant that if you didn't explain clearly, I would report you for being unfavorable in supervision.

Being stared at, Bei Yuan pushed his hat down with a headache, but he was already mentally prepared for this kind of encounter.

"I guess you won't listen to my explanation, Fujimasa, so why not come with me, there are some things that you can understand at a glance."

Bei Yuan walked out the door, raised his head to signal for Fuji to follow him.But Tengzheng managed to calm down after taking a deep breath on the spot for a while, and she followed Beiyuan to the playground.

"Trainer Beiyuan, let me tell you first. I don't think there is any situation that can shake my opinion on this training plan. This kind of overload training must be stopped immediately. Is that Linguang also a fool, dare to train like this."

With the belief in saving the career of the horse racing girl in her heart, Fujisawa walked quickly to the playground, but she was so anxious that she didn't notice that there was a figure following her.

Kitahara and Fujimasa walked quickly, and they arrived at the playground in a while.

It is afternoon now, and there are many horse girls training on the playground at this time, but with just one glance, Fujisho March can understand who the mysterious friend of Xiao Limao is.

In the distance, a golden light danced in the corner.

ps Sure enough, in winter, I have to go to the bathhouse to take a bath. After taking a bath, I feel warm all over my body, and my hands are not cold at night.

PS2 Come everyone, throw your tickets here.

Chapter 33 Fujimasa's Approval

When Fuji was marching and they were coming to the playground, Linguang was doing endurance training, and the content of the training was rope skipping.

Rope skipping is a very convenient and effective training method. It can fully exercise the muscles of the thigh and calf. Jumping up and down also exercises the jumping ability, but the most important point is that it can improve your cardiopulmonary function.

Cardiopulmonary function is the most important indicator if you want to have sufficient endurance reserves when running a race.Between exhalation and inhalation, the inhalation of oxygen and the exhalation of carbon dioxide give the body enough energy. Racehorse girls who don't pay attention to this can only be said to be unpopular.

Linguang naturally knows the importance of cardiopulmonary function, so she arranges one-third of the exercise content in this area in her training plan: jogging 100km every day, skipping 1 ropes, jumping 2000 steps and so on.

In fact, Linguang regrets that Kasamatsu Treisen did not build a swimming pool. In fact, swimming is her favorite training method.

"Clap clap clap clap..."

Linguang's legs were bouncing up and down at an extremely fast frequency, and every time the soles of his feet touched the ground, they would bounce back, like springs, showing amazing flexibility; he swung his wrists in a circular shape, drawing a perfect line in the air. The golden hair danced on the shoulders, smooth and dazzling like satin; a few drops of sweat on the forehead fell with the fierce beating, slid all the way down the cheeks, and then were blown by the airflow of the rope in the air scattered, do not know where to go.

At this time, Linguang has danced about 2000 times, but she still has no intention of stopping. The current fatigue is still within her tolerance, and she plans to jump to about 3 times before stopping to rest.

But a cry interrupted her plans.

"Hey~ Linguang, here, can I come here for a while?"

A voice came from the side of the playground, it was Kitahara Rang calling her.After hearing the shout, Linguang's strength in waving the skipping rope began to gradually weaken, and the frightening 'russling' sound in the air also gradually disappeared.

After five or six seconds, Linguang finally stopped. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm, then put away the skipping rope and walked towards Beiyuan.

"Trainer, you should be looking at the questions right now. You came here to see me. Is there something important?"

Arriving in front of Beiyuan, Linguang's breathing has become much calmer, only a little faster than usual. While twisting her upper body left and right to relieve the muscles that had just been tensed, she asked Beiyuan why she came.Of course, the horse girl next to Beiyuan was not ignored.

"Hi, my name is Margaret Linguang. I'm the racehorse girl under the trainer Beiyuan Rang. I don't know how to call you?"

Linguang asked the horse lady politely, but the horse lady's expression was not very good, her brows and eyes were tightly locked, and her red eyes were fixed on Linguang's face.

"Vine is marching, my name."

Linguang, who was stared at by Fujisawa, did not waver at all, she still smiled and stretched out her right hand: "Nice to meet you, Fujisawa-san, just call me Linguang."

Looking at the hand stretched out in front of her, Fuji Masahiro was also a little at a loss. This was the first time she met someone who was stared at by her without a trace of wavering.

She rubbed her feet on the spot a few times, a little hesitant, but finally grabbed Linguang's hand: "I heard about you from Xiao Limao, she said you are her best friend."

"I'm honored to have Xiaoli as a friend, but are you an acquaintance of Xiaoli?"

Linguang felt happy after hearing the reply of the Fujima March, but did the Lumao horse girl in front of him also know Xiaolimao?

"I am Xiao Limao's opponent... Although I really want to say this, but I am self-aware. I am far behind Xiao Limao. I am not enough to be her opponent. I am just her friend."

Hearing Linguang's question, Fuji's expression suddenly became silent, and her awe-inspiring eyes dimmed.

Linguang slightly lowered his eyelids when he saw Fujizheng's appearance, thinking of Dean Komori's parting words to him before.

"Principal Komori, I saw a racehorse girl bound by talent again. The reality is indeed as you said, it is really cruel..."

But Linguang quickly regained her spirits, because she had long experienced the cruelty of reality, and she thought of what the coming of the Fujimasa March meant.

"Fujimasa, may I ask, are you here for parallel training with me?"

Yes, Linguang remembered that a few hours ago, the trainer made an agreement with him, as long as he could keep up with the Fujima March, he would allow himself to make his debut directly in the arena, but Linguang didn't expect his trainer and the Fujima March to be so close. If you are familiar with it, you can call the march in a few hours.

"Ah, that's right. I really want to see your level. After all, Xiao Limao admires you so much. I think your talent should be similar to hers. I want to see the level of genius again."

The face of Fuji Zheng March was high-spirited, her words were full of strong self-will, and she was watching Linguang.

"I should be going to the Central Committee this year. I know that I am weak, and going to the Central Committee will only be an inconspicuous stepping stone, but I still want to see the scenery and feel the grass. Majia Lie Linguang, can you make me realize the absolute gap like Xiao Limao?"

Looking at this kind of eyes full of fighting spirit, Linguang felt that he was also infected. How could a knight be afraid of a challenge? !Maybe there will be, but definitely not her!So Linguang decisively responded to the will of the Fujima March.

"Trainer, I'm going to trouble you to issue numbers and time. I want to have a simulated battle with this Fujimasa student instead of parallel training. Let's use the results of the competition to determine our agreement!"

Turning his head, Linguang looked at Beiyuan, and Beiyuan couldn't say no to the resounding words, or Beiyuan himself became excited, he clenched his right hand vigorously, and agreed to the proposal.

"Okay, let me be the referee. The simulation game will start in 10 minutes. You can go to the track first."

…………

Joy, the joy of being recognized for one's own will; the joy of being responded to one's own ideas; the joy of being respected.Fuji is marching and now feels that his condition is better than ever.

"Thank you, Linguang, I will run this simulation race with all my strength, and so will you, right?"

"Well, I will use all my strength now, Fujimasa-san."

"Call me a march, Fujisho is too unfamiliar, Xiao Limao is really good at seeing people, you are indeed a friend worth making."

"Thank you for the compliment, March student."

The two chatted on the road, and walked slowly to the track. Other students who were training on the track saw the two walking side by side, and realized something, and temporarily left the track with excitement on their faces. Onlookers.

And among these horse girls, a figure with crazy hairstyle was in the first row, still muttering: "No way, is that newcomer going to race against Fujimasa? She must be too courageous."

ps Happy New Year everyone!But this year, whether it's the Spring Festival Gala or the New Year's greetings at station b, it's all good.

ps2 ticket! ! ! !

Chapter 34 training match

On the track, Linguang and Fujimasa were stretching their limbs and doing a short warm-up. Both sides treated this test match with a serious attitude.

During the warm-up, Linguang discovered some problems in his body: "My feet are not as strong as usual. Is it because the exhaustion from training has not been completely eliminated?"

Thinking of this, Linguang took a peek at Fujima March, and found that she was still trotting intently, her eyes were dignified, not distracted at all, so Linguang withdrew his gaze again and didn't bother her.

"I'm sorry, March student. I clearly promised to use my full strength, but now I can only compete with you with a tired body. I hope you can forgive my omission."

Linguang lowered her brows and sighed regretfully. She felt that she couldn't welcome the duel with the marching song in her prime.

Even so, Linguang still walked as slowly as possible, in order to recover his physical strength a little.

Beiyuan Rang in the distance also recruited a volunteer from the audience at this time, and asked her to be the finish line. After all, there is no finish line next to the usual playground, so I can only trouble a spectator to come served.

The onlooker girl agreed with excitement, and she couldn't wait to walk to the place Beiyuan stipulated and stood up, with her feet together and her arms clinging to the side of her thighs, trying to make herself a stick.

Having confirmed the finish line, Kitahara ran to Linguang and Fujimasa's side, panting quickly while telling them the relevant information of this training match.

Beiyuan's face turned serious as he glanced at the two racehorse girls who were warming up.

"The length of this training match I decided to be a medium distance, 1600 meters, which is also the distance of most local competitions. The field is sandy, the track condition is good, and the right back."

While talking, Bei Yuan took out a coin from his pocket: "Use the coin in my hand to land as a signal, and you start to start. I'm sorry that this game is too hasty, I couldn't find the gate for a while."

Seeing Beiyuan sincerely apologized to himself, Linguang quickly responded: "It's not your fault, trainer. This test match was originally just a parallel training, and we decided to compete without authorization. You have done a good job. "

The Fujima march next to him also echoed: "Linguang is right, trainer Beiyuan doesn't need to apologize."

"Thank you for your understanding." Bei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then pointed not far away.

"Go there and get ready, and pay attention to the moment I toss the coin."

"Understood, trainer."

"understood."

Linguang and Tengzheng marched in harmony, and then they walked together to the spot that Beiyuan Rang pointed out just now.

After the two of them got ready for the start, the atmosphere suddenly became dignified. The noise of the students outside the field and the whistling of the wind seemed to have all quieted down. Only Linguang's soft voice could be heard in the Fujisho March. gasp.

While waiting for the coin to bounce, Fuji Zheng March suddenly had an idea: "What is Linguang thinking about now?"What emotions are there in her eyes? '

So she used her peripheral vision to look at Linguang, in that blurred and narrow field of vision, the golden figure flamboyantly and proudly declared her sense of existence, which was very different from the usual peaceful and soft Linguang, appearing dazzling and brilliant.

The Fujimasa march is a bit confusing. Can one person really give people such a big difference between the two impressions?

If the Linguang who talked to her before was like the warm sun in winter, warm, uncontested but caring for others, then the current Linguang is like that warm shining sun, firm, scorching, overlooking everything from above.

Which one is the real Linguang?Or which one is Linguang?Fuji is marching in doubt.

"Ding~~"

A metallic vibrato made Fujimasa's ears stand up suddenly, and his scattered thoughts immediately concentrated, and his eyes turned to the front, where a coin was falling rapidly in the air.

'Here we go, ready to go. '

Lower the center of gravity, press down hard with the retreating foot, imprint marks on the sandy ground, and tighten the muscles of the whole body, like a full-stringed longbow.At this time, the whole body of Fuji Zheng March was full of strength, just waiting for the moment when the coin landed.

'The condition is perfect, there will be no mistakes in this gate! '

Fuji is marching roaring in her heart, she feels that her state this time is even better than on the field.

But for some reason, there was a sense of panic in my heart that could not be dispelled.

Fujimasa didn't understand the source of this sense of panic, but the more she didn't understand, the more anxious she became. Her inner emotions were reflected in her body, and her lips turned bloody from being bitten unconsciously.

The coins in the air were about to touch the ground, and Fujisawa felt that even the passage of time had almost stopped, leaving only the slowly falling coins ----- and the long breathing beside him.

The breath was so clear, as if it was blowing in his ears, Fujisawa suddenly understood the reason for the panic.

Light, Margaret Light.

She seemed to have suddenly disappeared into her senses, and her previous aura was hidden, and she couldn't feel her existence at all, but after carefully noticing it, she could find that she had been standing in place the whole time, just blending into the environment, just like The breeze is generally invisible, just like floating clouds.

"clatter."

The coin fell to the ground, and the rattan rushed out reflexively, with perfect timing, perfect posture, and perfect start.Anyone who came to watch would praise and say, "As expected of Kasamatsu's strongest racehorse girl."

But this time it was different, a golden flash shot out from her side, pressing the vines and rushing towards the marching image.

Skill activation: Farewell to the past, the glory never leaves.

Linguang exploded at the moment of starting, and the huge force propelled her forward. Everything around her was left behind by her, leaving only the small but clear finish line in the distance.

Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up!

Linguang's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and the sand below was constantly being thrown backwards. The posture of leaning forward was not so much running as charging.Stepping over everything under his feet, breaking through all the obstacles in front of him step by step, with a posture of advancing on the field with power, he controls the field just like the name of a knight.

The Fujisawa march is not very comfortable at this time, Linguang's speed is accelerating, if he doesn't keep up, he will have no chance of winning, but if he speeds up to catch up at the beginning, then his rhythm will definitely be disrupted, and the final sprint stage There is even a risk of stalling.

"Cut!" Tengzheng March finally decided to grit his teeth and speed up to catch up with Linguang. She could see that Linguang planned to use the horse escape tactic, so she must not leave the rhythm to her.

…………

At this time, there was no sound at the edge of the playground, and all the onlookers stared straight at the field, as if they were shocked by something. After several seconds, a horse girl finally spoke.

She said a little unconfidently: "Is that blond-haired horse girl running in front of the Fujima March?"

As soon as these words came out, the originally silent spectators came back to their senses, and the noise rushed to their faces in an instant.