I'm a pegasus, not a racehorse girl

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Chapter 35 training match

"That freshman is too powerful, the speed is so fast!"

"The track, look at the track, there are a lot of potholes on it, the strength is too exaggerated, ordinary horse girls don't have this kind of strength."

"Fujimasa was thrown off at the beginning of the march, it's no match for this rookie."

"Don't talk nonsense, Fujimasa has always run first in the march, and now it is normal. When it is on the final straight, Fujimasa can speed up and overtake that newcomer in a few strokes!"

"That is to say, that newcomer ran so fast at the beginning, there must be no tricks, and she will lose her energy soon after rushing like this. Only a fool would run like that!"

The horse girls onlookers were arguing. They were divided into two factions, each supporting the side they thought would win.

But judging from the sound waves, there are many more people who support Fujima March than Linguang. After all, Fujima March has been running in local competitions for a long time, and everyone trusts her strength.

Rudy Lemo, who is very familiar with Tengzheng, is different. She clenched her teeth, with doubts and worries on her face, and the horse ears on her head faithfully reflected the mood of the owner, drooping weakly.

"What's the matter, March? You are very wrong now. This distance is far from the time when you should speed up. If you continue to run like this, it is an extravagant hope that you can maintain this speed in the end, let alone the end of the outbreak. Are you driven by the running method of the guy in front?"

Yes, unlike the horse girls on the side who are just onlookers, Rudy Lemo knows the running method and rhythm of Fujimasa very well. The current speed has exceeded the normal running speed of Fujimasa. If this continues, Fujimasa will finally Definitely going to stall.

"Cut! Calm down, Fujimasa."

Rudy Lemore patted the fence in front of him forcefully, and said to himself.

"Have you noticed too? She is in a very wrong state in the march. She has completely fallen into the rhythm of the horse girl in front."

Just when Rudy Lemo was secretly anxious, a calm male voice sounded beside her, the tone was full of distress and headache, and there was a hint of admiration for Linguang.

"The horse lady in front is a genius. She has firmly controlled the rhythm of the field from the start to the present. Now she wants to go fast and slow, and the march can only follow her exhaustedly, constantly being forced to change herself speed. If March doesn’t break free from it and regain her breath, she will lose this simulation match.”

For Rudy Lemo, this male voice is also very familiar. She just glanced to the side and said, "It's you, Shibasaki. I'll just say, Fujimasa has competed here, as her Where did you go, the trainer, did you go to buy food?"

On her left, Shibazaki Koichi was holding two large bags in his hands, with a cigarette in his mouth, with a depressed expression on his face.

After hearing Rudy Lemo's question, his originally distressed face became even uglier: "I'm not here to buy food, these dishes are the lunch that Marching Song and I are having, after she heard the news about this horse girl , I didn’t even finish my meal, I rushed out, I stayed there to pay and pack, that’s why I came so slowly.”

"Does Fujimasa think so much about that newcomer Ma Niang?"

"Well, it's so important that you can't stand it when you hear the name."

Shibazaki Koichi put down the bag in his hand, took a deep breath between the cigarettes, and Rudy Lemo next to him gave him a speechless look.

"You didn't even light a cigarette, what are you smoking?"

After the embarrassing fact was told, Shibazaki's expression did not change at all. He put the cigarette back into his pocket expressionlessly and said, "No way, there are horse girls next to me. Do you think that as a trainer, I will do it in front of them?" Is there such a thing as smoking? You can only pretend to be smoking to relieve yourself."

Rudy Lemore silently glanced at Shibasaki, not planning to continue the conversation on the cigarette issue, she looked at the two running on the field, frowning.

"That newcomer, her speed...seems to be faster?!"

Shibazaki on the side was full of worry: "Ah, it's faster than at the beginning, I'm not familiar with this horse girl, I don't know her strength, but the march can't be faster, or it's already her limit I can’t follow anymore, otherwise the stall is a 100% sure thing.”

…………

'Can't follow anymore. '

Thinking about this, she could feel that her physical strength was passing at an extremely fast speed. The 1600 race course has only passed 800 meters now, but her physical strength has been consumed by nearly half. The feet are not guaranteed.

'Not reconciled! '

Gritting his teeth, Fuji was marching, and stopped accelerating unwillingly, maintaining his speed within this range.

'I can't keep up with her now, and notice that she will stop and take a break after I stop accelerating.Really, did she get her way? She is so proficient in escaping horse tactics, it seems that she usually trains for this aspect. '

Sweeping the potholes of different depths on the track in front of his eyes, Fujimasa began to envy Linguang's power.

'Is this strength innate?I'm so envious, if you have this kind of strength, it won't be a problem whether you squeeze out the horses or run to the ground! '

Just as Fuji was marching and sighing, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Linguang...is she still speeding up? ! '

Under the shocked gaze of the Fujimasa March, Linguang's speed increased again, she had obviously accelerated 600 meters, but she still didn't intend to stop.

Skill activation: Pegasus flutters its wings, hereby vows glory.

Skill launch: last foot.

The distance widened again in March's desperate eyes.

…………

In the stands at this time, whether it was Rudy Lemore or Shibazaki Koichi, their expressions were the same.

"She's still accelerating." Rudy Lemore said in a daze: "She didn't plan to regain her strength at a steady speed after pulling away from the distance. She planned to keep rushing down."

"It's not an escape, there's no such escape. She's on the run! She's a runaway horse!"

Shibazaki was already a little speechless.

Even he has never seen a real fleeing horse girl. This kind of tactic is too reckless, and it can almost be said to be a method of self-destruction.Ma Niang's physical strength has a limit, and she can't afford to accelerate like this all the time. If she sprays backwards at the last moment, the advantage in front will be indifferent.

Shibasaki has now shifted his focus from March to Linguang, but no matter how he looks at it, Linguang's rhythm doesn't seem to be chaotic.

"Hey, Shibasaki, what should I do, Fujimasa doesn't look too good!"

Rudy Lemo grabbed Shibasaki's trainer's sleeve with his hands anxiously, but Shibasaki could only close his eyes in pain: "No, escape itself is the most reckless way of running, and conversely, it is also The most incomprehensible way of running."

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Chapter 36 training match

The big escape is different from the ordinary escape. The ordinary escape is more about using tricks to get other horse girls into their own rhythm. When they are distressed that their physical strength distribution is different from the original plan, they secretly Reduce the speed to restore physical strength, and wait until the rear horse girl finds something is wrong, and the fleeing horse regains physical strength and accelerates again.

After all, the point of running away from a horse is to carefully control the distance between yourself and the opponent behind you. The purpose is to disrupt the rhythm of other horse girls and control the speed of the field in your own hands. They will not speed up all the time. Points will also slow down to rest.

But the great escape is different, it is not so much a tactic as a pursuit.What the escaped horse girl cares about is not her opponents in the same field, but what they care about is running itself.

Accelerate, keep accelerating, until the limit of your feet.Ignoring the opponent's thoughts, ignoring the screams of their own bodies, what they pursue is only faster speed, and what they pursue is only the distant front.

This is a running method based entirely on the physical fitness of the horse girl. The full sprint will bring a huge amount of physical energy consumption. The physical fitness of the horse girls who can participate in the competition is generally not much different. Behind her, when her physical strength is exhausted, those horse girls with weak legs will rush forward.

Even if they have to consume more physical strength in front of you because of your full sprint, the remaining physical strength is still more than that of the escaped horse girl, which is enough to support the last leg.

This is the reason why great escapes are rare. After all, Ma Niang wants to win, and such a tactic with great shortcomings will naturally be discarded.

But what if a disadvantage is no longer a disadvantage?

What if the stamina of the fleeing horse girl is stronger than that of the horse girl who went ahead or even missed you?Will the breakthrough point of this running method still exist?

of course not.

Just like what Shibazaki said, the big escape itself is the most unplanned and unsolvable way of running. You can compete with the opponent who runs first, and you can block her route so that she cannot break through when the opponent runs poorly. There is nothing you can do to escape.

If your opponent has more physical strength than you even after fleeing to the end, you should be ready to fight for second place in this game, because you will never be able to touch your opponent's tail anyway.

At this time, Shibazaki has already sentenced the march to death in his heart. As long as the opponent does not stall, there is no hope of winning the march. Knowing the marching song, she may not even be able to move her last foot now.

In fact, the situation was exactly as he had expected, at this time the Fujimasa already felt weak.

…………

'No, I can't catch up. There are 300 meters left in front of me, but I can't move my feet now.Am I done here? '

Frustrated thoughts kept reverberating in her mind, and her tired limbs and tingling chest told Fuji Zheng March one fact: she had reached her limit, and she could no longer accelerate.

"Hahaha……"

The intense breathing overwhelmed the discussion on the field, Fuji was marching and driving her legs with all her strength, Linguang's figure was reflected in her ruby ​​eyes.

so fast...so dazzling...

Fujisawa couldn't help thinking about it.

'Is this what you call a genius?Is this the monster Xiao Limao mentioned?It really makes people unable to raise their fighting spirit... It's so scary, can the horse race girls in the center reach this level? '

The footsteps became more and more difficult, and even the current speed was a bit difficult to maintain. There were only 150 meters left to the finish line, but she seemed to be unable to hold on any longer.

'I'm so tired, I really want to stop, do I still need to stick to this speed?Anyway, I can't win anymore, so I might as well give up the idea of ​​speeding up. '

Fujisho March feels that his eyes are already a little dazed. The track under his feet, the blue sky above his head, and the crowd around him seem to be distorted. He can't see anything clearly. The only thing that is clear in his eyes is the golden figure in front of him.

She suddenly felt that the figure was so dazzling and dazzling.Both the running posture and the overwhelming momentum are so yearning.

' Am I being too arrogant?The idea of ​​wanting to compete with her...'

Fuji was having such a decadent thought in a daze, if she continued like this, her faith might be hit.

But suddenly, Fujisawa seemed to feel that the golden figure in front of him glanced at him, and then his running speed stopped increasing.

'She is pitying me! ?How dare she release water! '

A surge of anger rushed straight into his heart, and Tengzheng March's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth tightly, making a "creaking" sound.

'Even if I lose, I don't need your sympathy, keep accelerating!No matter how ugly I lose, I haven't lost my dignity. Are you humiliating me like this! ? '

This anger filled Fujimasa's brain, she didn't care about anything now, and now there was only one thought in her mind: "I want to catch up, I want to force her to continue to accelerate, I will never accept that she didn't even use all her strength." Can beat me! ! '

The soreness in her limbs seemed to have disappeared, and the pain in her chest no longer affected her. She now felt that there was an emotion in her heart that was used as fuel to support her to continue running.

The figure in front seemed to be nodding her head, and it seemed that she hadn't turned her head at all. She just kept running silently.

"Fujimasa, Fujimasa is starting to speed up!" The horse girls on the sidelines immediately cheered. They supported Fujimasa, but seeing Fujimasa being pulled away so far, they felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts, and then saw Fujimasa arrive at the competition. He didn't accelerate at the beginning, but even jumped in a hurry.

"Look, I said Fujimasa would speed up! Her butt is very strong!" a horse girl said proudly, as if she was the one running on the field.

But her words were not echoed, and the wave of cheers on the field slowly died down.

"Look, Fujimasa has accelerated...but the distance hasn't decreased?"

"how come!"

An unbelievable voice rang out, but the reality would not change because of this mournful cry. There was still an insurmountable distance between Linguang and Fujimasa March.

Tengzheng March, who was chasing after him, also discovered this, but she was not unwilling at all, but filled with joy.

'That's it, that's it.Linguang, try your best, let me experience unreserved failure! '

The finish line is just around the corner, with only 50 meters left. In the eyes of all the onlookers, in the cheers of trainers Shibazaki and Rudy Lemo, and in the roar of the Fujisan March.

Margaret Linguang, cross the finish line.

It wasn't until some time after she crossed the line that Fujimasa, who had been pulled away by more than a dozen horses, finally crossed the line.

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Chapter 37 Post-match and debut match decisions

At the moment when she crossed the finish line, Fuji Zheng March felt that all the strength in her body had dissipated, and the string of will that supported her to speed up and finish the last section of the road also broke with a "bang", and she immediately fell forward .

"March!" Trainer Shibazaki, who felt something was wrong before Fujimasa crossed the line, wanted to jump over the fence and rush over, but with his speed, how could he catch Fujimasa's march?

"Ah!" The horse girls watching from the sidelines subconsciously covered their mouths.At the current speed of the Fujimasa March, if he suddenly fell down, there would be very serious consequences, including multiple contusions, and even severe bone injuries. No one dared to watch it.

But Fujizheng didn't directly fall to the ground, she was caught tightly by Linguang, the huge impact made Linguang take the initiative to take a few steps back, and then stabilized.

"Ha, ha..." Lying in Linguang's arms, Teng Zheng March was panting heavily, her face was unnaturally red, sweat was constantly oozing from her forehead, and her half-closed eyes were no longer the same as before. The spirit, the look in the eyes is like fly ash after burning.