I'm a pegasus, not a racehorse girl

"Don't look at me like that. I won't smoke in front of the horse girl. It's just a habit. When I have something on my mind, I will hold the cigarette in my mouth. Even if I don't light it, the smell will make me feel better. .”

Linguang's expression was relieved after hearing such words, but she still looked at trainer Shibazaki with slightly reproachful eyes.

"Smoking is not a good habit. If you can quit, please try to quit as much as possible. It will be good for your body."

"I will try." Trainer Shibazaki replied with a wry smile, still muttering in his heart.

Linguang is so serious and majestic, just now I was stared at with such a cold face, my heart beat a lot faster.She usually smiles all the time, and she can't see that there is such a sense of oppression at all. '

Thinking of this in his heart, Shibazaki secretly glanced at Linguang again, but he couldn't see anything from the faint smile on his face.

Unconsciously putting away the cigarette in his hand, trainer Shibazaki raised his head and began to talk.

"I had a nightmare last night, it was about the training match between March and Linguang."

"You had that nightmare."

"Yeah, it's ridiculous. It's almost [-], but I'm still so scared that I can't sleep because of the nightmare." Trainer Shibazaki laughed at himself.

"But that dream was really scary for me because I dreamed about March and she had an accident at the end of the game."

"..." Linguang was silent, and her brows were also frowned, because she guessed what Trainer Shibazaki dreamed about.

Trainer Shibazaki also noticed Linguang's expression, and he said bitterly: "Student Linguang also guessed it? That's right, it was her last fall in the march, and what I dreamed was the scene where you missed it."

"I still remember clearly, the figure that rolled out, the long bloody trace, and the twisted appearance of the left foot."

Speaking of this, trainer Shibazaki's left hand has already tightly grasped his right arm.

"That scene is so real, so... cold. It's like the light on the operating table, it's so cold."

"After sending that march to the hospital, the doctor told me that her foot might not recover completely. It's ridiculous to say it. It was clearly in a dream, but I had the idea that I was dreaming."

"I don't remember anything after that. I only remember her eyes that suddenly dimmed after telling the news to March, and the way she forced herself to comfort me with a smile despite being heartbroken."

"After that, she announced her retirement. At that time, I only felt cold all over my body, and then I woke up."

After the dream was over, Lin Guang could clearly feel that trainer Shibazaki's tense spirit relaxed a little bit.

"This is all about my nightmare, thank you for coming, I really feel better now." He said with relief.

"Before when I looked at her in the march, it always overlapped with my dream. I knew she was fine, but I couldn't let go of it in my heart. This is why I am so tired now."

Seeing the man in front of him with a tired face but still forced himself to laugh, Lin Guang sighed a little, she decided to let him have a good sleep first.

Gathering the radiance in his hands, Linguang pretended not to care and patted Trainer Shibazaki's shoulder, while sending the radiance into his body silently.

"It's much more comfortable to say it, trainer Shibasaki, let's go in."

"Ah, let's go, March is boring now, she should be very happy to see Linguang."

Trainer Shibazaki also stood up again, intending to take Linguang to see Fujimasa, but before he could take a step, a strange feeling came over him.

He felt that the depression in his mind and the fear of sleep had all disappeared, and the drowsiness that had been suppressed before immediately surged like a tsunami, breaking down his will defense in an instant.

Shibazaki Hiroichi felt that he couldn't open his eyes at all, and he didn't even care about where this place was, so he just planned to sleep on the ground.

Just before he lay down, Linguang took a step forward to support his body, looked at his tightly closed eyes, and said softly: "I wish you a sweet dream, Trainer Shibazaki."

Then, carrying his body like that, he walked slowly into the ward of Tengzheng March, and after a corner, a light blue hospital bed appeared in front of Linguang.

Obviously, Fujisho March had noticed the footsteps at this time, she was looking at this place with those ruby ​​eyes, and when she saw Linguang coming in with Shibazaki on her shoulders, her ears perked up in surprise, and she Straight as a ruler.

"Linguang, why is he..." Fujimasa looked at the sleeping trainer Shibasaki with some doubts, obviously he was still normal when he went to open the door just now, so why did he fall asleep in a few minutes.

"Shh, March student, Trainer Shibazaki is very tired, let him sleep."

Hearing Linguang's words, Fujizheng nodded, then moved his seat, reached out and patted his hospital bed.

"Put him up, thank you, student Linguang."

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Chapter 42 Gifts

"Is it okay to put it directly on your hospital bed?" Linguang asked hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter. I have been with the trainer for a long time. It is not just a simple partner relationship. To put it a bit embarrassing, I regard him as an older brother, so don't worry about it, just put it here."

Fujisawa's pretty face was a little reddish, but he still let Linguang put Trainer Shibasaki directly on the bed.

"No, I didn't mean this aspect, did I mean that it won't affect your injury?" Linguang felt that she misunderstood the meaning of what she said just now.

"..."

It always felt that March's face was redder, she didn't speak again, but patted the hospital bed under her again with her hand.

Well, the meaning was already obvious, so Linguang didn't speak any more, but lightly placed Trainer Shibasaki on the half bed that Fujimasa had just vacated.

Considering various problems, Linguang didn't help take off Shibazaki's trainer's coat, but just let him sleep with his clothes on.

However, it seemed that trainer Shibazaki was really tired, such a series of actions failed to wake him up, and he still slept soundly there, presumably he will not have any more nightmares this time.

The red jade-colored pupils of Fujisawa's marching song, which were usually full of menace, were also rare and gentle at this time, silently looking at the trainer who had been with him for almost three years.

Then she sighed softly, looked up at Presence who had been standing by the bed and kept quiet.

"Although I don't know how you did it, thank you, Linguang. I have been worrying about him today, but there is nothing I can do. In his eyes, I have always been a younger sister. He will not put himself showed me its fragility."

"What's more, I also somewhat understand that his appearance probably has something to do with my training match. Now I have no position to say. Fortunately, he met you, otherwise his body would be very fast. will fall."

"You may not know that Hong Yi can't even eat his meal today."

While speaking, Fuji was marching while lifting the quilt and trying to get out of bed, but his movements were not very flexible, and some dared not use his legs to exert strength.

Linguang silently stepped forward to support her, coordinated with her movements, and put her on the wheelchair by the window, and carefully tidied her clothes after she sat down.

"Ahem, thank you, Linguang." Marching, who was sitting in the wheelchair, smiled at Linguang.

To be honest, the fujima march in the hospital gown did not have the usual oppressive feeling at all, the whole person relaxed a lot, his expression became warmer, and he was no longer as rigid as usual.

"I'm going to trouble you, Linguang, can you push this wheelchair for me?"

Fuji was marching and patted the armrest of the wheelchair, apparently with limited mobility, but there was no negative emotion on his face.

"Small matter." Lin Guang nodded.

She handed the small bag in her hand to March, then walked behind March and pushed the wheelchair, pushing her out of the ward.

On the wheelchair, Fuji Zheng March looked at the small bag in her hand with some doubts. She could feel that there was a small box inside, and the box was still warm.

"This is the present I brought to visit you." Linguang's voice sounded behind her, as calm as she remembered: "Open it and have a look."

"it is good."

After hearing this, Fujizheng quickly opened the small bag. After unzipping the zipper, he could see a plastic box inside, and the style was very familiar.

"Isn't this the lunch box sold in the school supermarket? Linguang, you brought me food?"

Fujimasa looked at the lunch box in his hand with some confusion.

"I accept your wish, but I'm not Xiao Limao. I may not be able to eat the lunch I just finished."

"Don't worry, I didn't just cook for Xiaoli, the portion is still manageable, and there are some snacks inside, I made it myself."

Linguang smiled and dispelled the worries of the marching song.

"Oh? Did you make it yourself? You must try it. I hope your craftsmanship is not bad. After all, the taste of Xiaoli hat can't be used as a reference at all. She only needs to measure it."

Fuji was marching and joked, while she was joking, she didn't stop her hand, and opened the lunch box very simply.

Unexpected, or not unexpected.

The snacks in the lunch box are not particularly gorgeous, just some ordinary snacks, they are neatly placed together, filling up this not-so-small lunch box with their own bodies.

"Hmm~ It's quite simple, but it looks like there are many types. Are you interested in introducing it to me?" Tengzheng March looked at the snacks in his hand with interesting eyes.

"Of course, let me introduce." Linguang bent down after hearing the words of the marching song, and cast his gaze over her head.

"Let me take a look. The one on the upper left corner is siu mai. It is breaded with glutinous rice and diced meat. The one on the lower left is rice cake. You can try it, Mr. March. , this one breaks into powder when you bite it, and there are dumplings and spring rolls in the middle, which should be very common in snack bars."

"Have you heard of any snacks? You can try them all. Thank you for your gift, Linguang, I like it very much."

"Try it if you like it. Where do you think this hospital is suitable for seeing the scenery? I'll push you there." Linguang said with a smile.

"Go to the corner on the right. There is a meadow with flowers on it, and there are a few stone tables and chairs in the middle of the meadow. Let's go there. These snacks are for afternoon tea."

Tengzheng marched and closed the lid of the lunch box in his hand, picked it up and waved it, as a signal to the light.

"But I didn't bring some tea, maybe there is no tea for afternoon tea." Linguang said with a little regret.

"What's the matter, there's no coke in the croquettes, right?"

Fujizheng raised the corners of his mouth playfully, making Linguang smile when he saw it.

"That's right, afternoon tea doesn't have to have tea."

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The two chatted while walking, and soon reached the place where the marching song said, Linguang pushed the marching song to the side of the table, and sat on the stone chair by himself.

The lunch box was opened by Teng Zheng and placed on the table, both of them ate a piece from time to time.

"Student March, what did the doctor say about your condition?" While chatting, the topic returned to the pain of March.

"The doctor said that I had a lot of injuries, including muscle strains and joint inflammation. But luckily, I don't know why, these injuries are not serious, just need to rest for two weeks."

"That's it, this is good news." Linguang subconsciously looked down at his hands after hearing this, and said with some relief.

"Well. Although training will be suspended for a month, it will definitely slow down my speed, but I was already prepared to retire when I was in the final sprint of that training match. Now that the price is so small, I will made money."

Fujisawa stuffed a dumpling into his mouth and spoke vaguely.

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Chapter 43 Premonition of Meeting

"Did you set foot on the track with me with such an awareness?"

Linguang was holding a piece of rice cake in her hand, chewing it slowly, she had already anticipated the idea of ​​the Fujima March.

After all, if she hadn't used brilliance to heal a wave of emergency treatment after the game, the current situation of Fujimasa March would not be so optimistic.

The reason why Shibasaki Koichi had that nightmare was because he was so familiar with Fujimasa's March, so familiar that after seeing Fujimasa fall down at the line, he could subconsciously guess how seriously injured she would be.

If it weren't for Linguang's secret help, Shibazaki Koichi's nightmare would have become a reality.

Therefore, the enlightenment that Fuji is marching to the mouth is absolutely true.

At that moment, she was carrying out the final sprint with the idea of ​​retiring after the game.

"Actually, I didn't think so before I set foot on the track." Fujimasa said lightly: "At first, I just wanted to compete with the genius friend that Oguri said."

"Then what drove you to finally decide to burn yourself and speed up?" Linguang asked puzzled.

And after hearing Linguang's question, Teng Zheng March glared at her angrily.

"It's not that look of yours that turned around! When I saw you looking back, I thought you weren't running with all your strength at all, but just perfunctory me, so I sped up in a fit of anger."

It's just that after Fujisawa finished saying these words, she found Linguang's confused face, which made her a little concerned.

"What's the matter with your expression? Why do you look more confused than me?"

"I'm really a little confused about what I'm going to say." Linguang nodded, and the ears on the top of his head were also shaking.

"I remember very clearly, I should have never looked back once."

"?" A question mark popped up on the head of Tengzheng March.

"Then what I saw at the time...was it just an illusion? Am I fighting an illusion?"

Fuji was covering her face, she felt ashamed to face others.