Legend of the strongest undefeated horse girl

If you don't have the will to win in your heart, but you don't want to lose, then you just want to win?

Although it cannot be classified in that simple diode thinking.

But maybe.

Because it cannot be argued.

Not wanting to lose corresponds to the desire to win.

What follows is the sense of gain and the psychology of honor.

At the moment when I ran away as Lingyi, when I completely let go of my footsteps, I really felt the enthusiasm to reach the limit and abandon everything around me.

Because it is a sense of freedom that seems to be free from all shackles, it can probably be deduced theoretically.

This passion was not born by becoming Lingyi...

It was only after becoming Lingyi that he was released from the shackles.

There is nothing accidental about everything in the world, only necessity.

Everything is predestined, just happen by chance.

Then, if it is inevitable for the system to choose Ling Yi, then the person who will reach the peak sooner or later must also have the state of mind (cornerstone) to reach the peak.

Win, win, keep winning, don't fail.

Become stronger, get more honors, go to the peak that no one knows, and become a legend.

A sense of freedom and vanity without all shackles.

Perhaps, the essence of this person's heart is such a thing?

……

"..."

Listen carefully, the sound of the entire Zhongjing Racecourse.

Using Susakawa Tezuna's words as an introduction, Rei looked towards the auditorium.

This should be the first time she looks at the audience head-on, right?

Because some kind of unspeakable entanglement is causing trouble and blocking her.

A false identity of a racehorse girl.

From the beginning of the competition, I felt that I might make a fool of myself and dare not face it.

The sound of the arena is ringing, and the laughter of many people seems to be laughing.

I think this is not a kind of timidity, but a stage fright brought about by not adapting to a high-pressure environment.

However, if it has been won now.

She should have faced the crowd in the auditorium long ago.

It stands to reason that when you cross the finish line, you should respond to the voices in the stands.

However, Ling Yi did not.

Is it because of the guilt brought about by defeating the emperor of the East China Sea?

Or is it because of the exhaustion brought about by the great escape?

So that there is no time to take care of it?

These are all reasons, but not the main reason.

Probably, as Ling Yi, he is restraining himself?

I don't belong to this arena, but I won the championship by relying on the power of God.

Such a blasphemy.

But at the end of the final game, I did admit this absurd power and regarded it as my talent.

An enthusiastic heart, thoughts that are constantly growing and overflowing.

Although the time to become Lingyi is very short.

But what will happen if it continues?

Vibration for no reason.

(Grunt——)

Swallow saliva.

Thinking about the thoughts that erupted at the end of the game.

Thinking about my initial stage in the arena, I was immersed in the irritability of the game.

She vaguely realized it too.

I became a little abnormal.

But this is not normal because of the distortion of becoming Zero, but the trembling after the restraint is released.

Unreasonable anger and anxiety.

In essence, is he feeling annoyed by the fact that he has become a racehorse girl?Are you anxious about the mentality of fighting yourself in the arena?

(In any case, the emperor of the East China Sea must be defeated.)

subconscious thoughts.

In fact—this is the essence.

The essence of this maiden, this youth.

Being a horse race girl is just an introduction, and indecision is my subconscious protection of my own spirit.

That "line" must not be crossed.

There is no racehorse girl who is not eager to win, but she is confused because she has not tasted the taste of victory.

This may be true, but it is not entirely applicable to Ling Yi/Ling Yi.

That fighting spirit, that desperate obsession.

Is it from Ling Yi's instinct as a racehorse girl...

Or, is it the essence of the youth deep in the soul?

Because she was afraid of this answer, she never faced the arena, so far she/he can still remain normal.

but.

After crossing the front line, do you really have the qualifications to allow yourself to go back to the world?

Probably not.

So speak again.

"—Listen to the sound of the racetrack."

The scenery that all duelists dream of, the scenery ahead.

What Ling Yi sees.

It is the glory of the sky, and the sound of the noise.

My appearance is engraved above the screen, and the colors of the streamer fall from the sky like scattered flowers, dotting the entire sky with colors.

People who raised their arms stood up in the stands, put their hands on their cheeks and cheered.

Scattered sense of weightlessness, incomparably condensed sense of existence.

Right here, brought together at one point.

Gathered among the young girls at the center.

Golden brilliance, thunderous brilliance.

The dancing god of thunder, whose maiden is sung in praise.

All of these are so dazzling and eye-catching.

The shouts that could not be taken away from sight, the moment when the crowds jumped for joy.

The moment the contestants and spectators met their eyes, the fierce trend intensified.

The voice was like a low whisper or a high-pitched announcement.

However, no matter how you describe it, you cannot leave a fact.

That is the scene where all of this exists for Ling Yi alone.

At this moment, at this moment.

The light of the arena belongs to her, the applause of the arena belongs to her, and all the value of the arena is based on her.

There was no more valuable moment than this, and she had never experienced such an exalted scene at any time in her life.

"Lingyi—!"

"Lingyi—!"

"Lingyi—!"

The trembling that seemed to be washed in the heart, the radiance that covered the surroundings gathered in one person.

Perhaps, the blond girl was taken aback?

As if they didn't know what happened.

However, the body responded subconsciously.

Surprised even by himself, he stretched out his hand towards the side of the stands.

From the girl's own perspective, she wants to grasp the scene in front of her, which is something she should not do.

From the audience's point of view, this is another announcement from the champion to signal his victory.

Prosperous, unprecedentedly intense, and more vigorous.

Ling Yi couldn't help trembling, clutching his heart.

The corners of her mouth trembled, trying to speak, but she found that she couldn't speak.

All the words seemed so feeble at this moment.

The girl couldn't figure out what was going on in her heart, and she lowered her head to keep her eyeballs from floating.

But, one thing is for sure.

The impetuousness that was suppressed in my heart rose up enthusiastically.

Never ending, a torrent that permeates the viscera.

Good, bad, incomprehensible.

But, in simple logical terms—is this an uncomfortable feeling?

Is it painful, entangled?

Still, eager to try, high-spirited and enthusiastic.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

In the end, it was the collective solidarity and cry that brought Lingyi back to consciousness.

this moment.

It was only then that she suddenly realized that the present in the entire Zhongjing was a stage that existed only for her.

It does not belong to the emperor of the East China Sea, nor does it belong to others.

It is the thunder that belongs exclusively to the rain screen, and the zero clothes that belong exclusively to Xunlei.

"—The chosen one is me."

The girl spoke subconsciously.

The person who has to continue to write the legend in this arena is not anyone, but me.

One of a kind, one of a kind, blessed one!