Play trumpet in the world of horse racing girl

"Maybe they will fall to pieces, maybe they will turn into other animals—but only after they spread their wings and fly high, can they get their own future and their own real life."

"... That person once told me that you have to jump off the cliff and grow wings in the falling air-I think, that's what it means, this is a trial, a trial for the future of life. "

"Huh?" The little general looked at the old lady next to him suspiciously, not understanding what the other party said, but the old lady didn't explain anything, and directly took out a postcard and handed it to the little general.

"I'm already old, no matter how you say it, it's impossible to do anything. So, little general, you can go and see for me. Go and see if what that person said can really be done?"

"Anyway, if you continue to be with us old women and old men, you might grow old very quickly—if you have time, go and see more."

"...Well." The little general took the postcard carefully, held it in his hand, and saw the name on it immediately.

"HA?"

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What is the purpose of living alone in the wilderness?Is it to get close to nature?Is it to feel the fragrance of birds and flowers?Is it to cultivate sentiment?Or is it because the rent in the city is too expensive to live in?

The King of Tranquility said that it was neither, she just hated getting along with people more simply, hated those voices, and just hoped that she would no longer have to hear those voices and see those people who disgusted her.

For this reason, living in this wilderness is her best choice. Even if it is not convenient at all, it can be said to be a hell-like life for most people in modern life, but for her it is The best place ever.

Because even the sound of raindrops hitting the tent is better for her than the noise from the factory, and even the harassment of wild animals is better than all kinds of words from others.

With two newly caught rabbits in one hand and a few wild vegetables in the other, the King of Tranquility walked back to his tent, wondering if he had saved enough food for winter.

But just after she walked back to the tent, the King of Tranquility found some scenes that were different from the usual ones—she was cooking something in the pot that she hadn’t filled, and the smell was very obvious synthetic food.

And beside the pot, a figure who couldn't see clearly was sitting there, even sitting on a wooden chair that he had just made recently.

"Yo." The blurry figure waved at the King of Tranquility where it should be a hand. Hearing the other party's relaxed tone, the King of Tranquility felt a little uncomfortable.

"...Who are you?" Although he was very upset, the King of Tranquility still narrowed his eyes, planning to question this uninvited guest first.

"Me? Well... you can call me HA, I'm a salesman." The vague figure stood up, and slowly approached the King of Tranquility two steps.

"HA..." The King of Tranquility watched the opponent move forward, and he instinctively took two steps back immediately, as if what was approaching him was a human-eating monster.

"And the salesman... don't you people even let those animals go? I didn't expect you to have such a big change in just a few years."

"Don't be nervous, Ms. King of Tranquility, I'm not here to sell products—it's just that I know something about you. I heard that you used to be an exaggeratedly talented racehorse girl, right?"

"...What does that have to do with me now?" The King of Tranquility bypassed HA, and walked towards his tent step by step, as if he was going to pull the zipper of the tent if he disagreed with him later, and lock himself in the tent .

"Well, I know, because of your heart disease, you can't stand the cheers of the audience at all now, and you can't accept those loud voices."

"So if you are here to find a racehorse girl as a teammate or to represent a certain trainer, then you can go, don't make trouble for both of us." After throwing the rabbit and wild vegetables into the tent, the King of Tranquility said goodbye He looked at HA in front of him with a serious face.

"Look at you, although I don't know what it is, but it's not cheap, and you won't be short of me, so get out of here quickly-and throw out your synthetic food, don't let them pollute My pot."

"Haha~ In a sense, I am indeed here to find a strong horse race girl, but how can I say it, Miss Tranquil King, I am not an ordinary trainer or something."

"...so leave quickly after speaking." The King of Tranquility frowned again, with a look of less and less patience, as if he was about to explode.

"We can try to cure your heart disease, and we can also help you overcome certain things, so are you interested in coming to see us?" HA didn't stay for long this time, she could see that the King of Tranquility is indeed very important. The type who hates talking to people, so she simply took out a postcard and threw it to the King of Tranquility.

After catching the flying postcard, the King of Tranquility threw it into the tent without even looking at it, and nodded, "I'll think about it—so can we go and empty the contents of the pot now? "

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"Orlando is starting to accelerate again now! My God! How much energy does she have? Why does it feel like she can't run out? From the middle circle to the present, I have kept sprinting. I can't imagine where her endurance comes from. Got it!"

The commentator's voice rang in my ears, but the short-haired racehorse girl wearing a mask was still running crazily. It seemed that fatigue would not appear on her body. Her two seemingly ordinary legs were fast enough to match the speed of the train. comparable to piston engines.

The black was running wildly like a figure that could not be illuminated by the light. The cheers around her and the exclamation of the commentator were like the wind blowing indiscriminately in her ears, meaningless, and she didn't even have any thoughts to care about it.

She must be still ahead, right?Just like what she said, she is still waiting ahead... Waiting, a world that doesn't need her to show kindness indiscriminately...

So... what I have to do is, go one step further, and go one step further, I will definitely be able to go to that person's side...

"Win! The champion is still our Orlando player! It's really hard to imagine, if our Orlando player can go to the wider sky, what kind of posture will she be in?"

The voices of the narrator and the audience were ignored, and Orlando, who realized that she had stepped into the finish line, was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head, and walked towards the passage where the contestants left without saying a word, but her part was like a person who was caught. The vulgar way of carrying a moving puppet is as chaotic, and there is no trace of Ling Lie just now.

The contestant tunnel was supposed to be quiet, but after Orlando walked in, there was applause to welcome her.

"Wonderful, wonderful, it was really a very exciting race. You are worthy of being the most powerful horse racing girl in this place. Whether it is an unlimited sprint or a sudden change of running style, it is hard to guard against."

"...Oh." A voice that was as cold as the twelfth lunar month that was comparable to a knife came from under the mask, and the whole atmosphere was pulled to freezing point in an instant.

"But is this really good? Isn't your trainer also very helpless for you like this? And abandon your original self and be an ideal other..."

"...Are you here to teach?" Orlando's tone became a little colder, and an obvious bad feeling began to brew in it.

It seems that if the other party says one more word, Orlando is about to violently hurt people—but in fact, it is indeed something that is likely to happen, and Orlando doesn't mind punching the blurred figure in front of him with his fists. Punch and kick hard.

"No, no, I'm just here to invite you now."

"...I'm not interested. I'm Orlando. I'm a racehorse girl at the Pea Creek Training Ground. If that's the case, I always have been." Orlando walked directly towards the gap next to the figure, as if he didn't intend to continue Keep talking to this guy who knows too much.

"...You have been regretting why you found out so late, and why she must be right? There is also a kind of hatred and rejection of compassion."

However, just as Orlando was about to leave, the blurry figure spoke again. This time, Orlando, who was about to leave, stopped and froze in place as if he had turned into a statue.

"Do you need regret medicine? Maybe there will be one on my side."

"..." Orlando turned his head slightly, and a postcard was shot like a dart, but Orlando just raised his hand casually, and clamped the postcard with his fingers.

"In addition, your talent is indeed very good, at least you are much better than her now, aren't you?"

"...No, it's impossible, she will always surpass me, and will always be the strongest...I can't beat her, Miss HA..."

After all, how could the living be better than the dead?

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The African savannah, a place that can be described as poor in any world, although there are many types of resources, but the amount that is actually used is quite small.

Golden Hour, a racehorse girl who was born in this place because of her father's generation, because she has always been the type who does not have much social interaction, this racehorse girl has developed a very bad habit.

— That is, she only likes to say one word, and the rest of the meaning can only be understood by others.

"Team?" Holding the postcard with HA in his hand, the dark-skinned golden hour hand frowned slightly, looking unsure.

"It's not a small team, Miss Golden Hour. If you insist, it's a large team, but it's still in the process of development."

"...OK?" Golden Hour frowned again, the little girl was extremely wary of this stranger.

"Of course you can think about it. Anyway, I'm just discussing this kind of thing with you. As a racehorse girl known as the Cheetah Queen around here, isn't it a pity that you don't participate in the competition?"

"...to raise." Golden Hour Hand shook his head, as if he didn't quite agree with the other party's proposal.

"Well, yes, you want to raise those children—so, Miss Golden Hour, the reward has already been paid. I think you, who are well aware of the gap between the rich and the poor, should understand the weight of it?"

Golden Hour nodded, of course she understood that in this land, it would be a beautiful thing to eat a healthy meal or something?How many people are looking forward to it.

Sometimes she really envies those people, envying them that they can eat several meals a day, and even extravagantly think about what to eat instead of thinking about whether they will be full for the next meal...

Envy and a hint of jealousy linger in Golden Hour's heart, especially when she discovers the difference between her situation and other people's situations and those people.

"……think."

"Of course, you can think about it first. If you have an idea, I'll ask in a few days." The vague figure smiled. No one knew why she understood the meaning of the golden hour hand, but there was no doubt Yes, she does seem to know a lot of things.

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"Is what you showed me just now true?" Her long black hair was tied into a long ponytail, and she was wearing a strange celestial-style duplex dress. Her eyes were as sharp as sharp swords. He was looking seriously at the blurred figure who had just arrived here not long ago.

"Naturally, can there be eye problems?"

"...It's a rare thing. Although the world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders, but this kind of strangeness... I don't know if I'm worrying too much."

"So what's Miss Molong thinking about? Well, I have to say, you remind me of an old friend who has been living in the woods in some respects."

"Living in the woods? I'm not sure about your friendship." Saima Niang, who was called Mo Long, frowned slightly, and she knew from the other party's tone that this must not be a good thing. The one in the woods is a rather difficult and troublesome guy.

"Well, indeed, that person is not a talkative type. It might be better to say that she would rather not talk to us..."

"It's a bit unexpected-but what you just said, you can give me more abilities, is it true?"

"Miss Mo Long is so impatient? I heard that you people shouldn't..."

"Some of those languages ​​are dross. After all, the times are advancing, and it's bad to keep holding on to something. In this era, if you can get more, who doesn't like it?"

"It's really greedy, Ms. Molong. She has an elegant name, but she has a very greedy personality—and she hasn't competed before, has she?"

"If it's possible, I naturally hope that I can win every battle. Anyway, the awards are there, and I won't run away, but if I have less skills, I will lose a lot." Mo Long waved his hands at the blurred figure, and the lenient The sleeves don't seem to interfere with any of her movements at all, and the whole movement can be said to be very fluent.

"Alright, then Miss Mo Long, please take care of me from now on."

"Naturally so, Miss HA."

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"Bang—" The strong fist hit the bearded face. Naturally, the strength of a horse girl cannot be small, so that person was knocked down on the ground on the spot.

However, this is not over yet, one punch after another hit this person hard, just like the crushed knife next to him, this horse girl seems to be planning to beat the person in front of her to death .

"...呵, you *swear*! Next time you dare to do it again, I'll kill you *swear*!" Fu Erman yelled at the person in front of her while beating her. Some people's glasses were taken off.

Because in this world, there is a saying that the so-called racehorse girls are all beautiful elves, but Fuerman's situation at this moment is like a raging beast, punching after punching, unable to see To the feeling of holding hands.

"Hey, these damn bastards are looking for things every day. If you don't give them some color, they won't have a memory, right?"

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Fuerman stopped her struggling hands and straightened her body that had been bent just to beat someone.

As a well-known evil beast here, Fu Erman's reputation is not small. Her fierce temper and character of not wanting to suffer at all made many people here frightened, and made many people hate her existence.

But Fuerman didn't care, since she was stronger than these people, so what if she got angry often?Anyway, I can find a vent, and as long as I am strong enough, I will not be afraid of the revenge of these guys at all.

"So you guys still refuse to come out? Or do you want me to invite you out to take a nap with the one on the ground?" Fuerman stretched her muscles and then looked towards the corner next to her. There is a line of sight that is watching him.

"As expected of the wild wolf here, Wolf King Fuerman, I don't know where his intuition is better than ordinary racehorse girls." A vague figure appeared around the corner, and Fuerman looked at the situation , not only did not get angry and roared, but showed a little interest.

"Huh? Where did this high-tech product come from? Or is it someone's special domain? No, domains don't help me at all, it must be something else—hey, that guy, what are you trying to do? Want to fight against injustice?"

"No, no, the folk customs of this place are too simple, so I think that instead of coming here to fight against injustices and become a superhero, it is better to come here to treat the symptoms and root causes."

Fuerman waved her hand casually, and replied nonchalantly: "How can there be any solution here?! The solution is to beat up all the guys who make people unhappy. There is nothing more comfortable than fighting. Can't compare!"

"Haha, I'm sorry Wolf King Fuerman, I may not have so much anger to vent around, it's better to say that I actually came to talk to you about business."

"Don't lie to me there! Business? Why don't I remember that I have money to talk about business or something? If you want to fight or bet, you can simply save everyone's time."

"Hmm... Really irritable, I think we can talk first." The vague figure sighed, as if he was also very troubled by the situation of the wolf king Fuerman, especially when the other party was still very irritable.

However, the blurry figure still took out a postcard, and then threw it at Wolf King Fuerman in front of him again like throwing a dart, and Fuhrman took the postcard with a casual stretch.

But Fuerman didn't take a look at it at all, but directly stuffed the postcard into his pocket, and then shouted at the vague figure: "Maybe you have other things, but it happens that my stomach is full of anger , whether it is to recruit people into the group or to really discuss business, you come and fight with me now!"

"...? Are we still going to call? It's obviously just a normal conversation."

"Of course, there is no competition field here anyway. Instead of racing among these gravels, you might as well just fight fist-to-fist. Let me tell you first, I won't show mercy."

"That is to say, as long as I win, you will listen to me in everything, right?"

"Of course! Isn't this kind of thing a matter of course?" Fuerman waved her hand again, a fit of temper welled up in her heart, and the tail behind her also showed her master's excitement.

"...Fullman."

"Is there any other nonsense?"

"Did anyone tell you that your pair of ears really look like wolf ears?"

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How does it feel to run a super long distance or even the Mongolian Derby alone?The cornerstone of the galaxy has a deep understanding of alignment.

No one can compare with Xinghe Cornerstone in terms of long-distance, because of her special running method, she can always run more and more without getting tired, and at the same time, run more energetically.

But the cornerstone of the galaxy hates this talent of its own, because what the cornerstone of the galaxy really needs is not a gold trophy, nor is it a leisurely experience of running the journey alone.

It's a person who can talk, even if the other party doesn't answer me, as long as she really exists and can let me talk to her.

"Aha, please don't say I'm hallucinating! I've just run so much now, and the food I ate along the way was even worse than the cream pancakes made by Sweetheart Mama, even my I feel that my pair of super running shoes, which are said to be 1 years beyond Adiwang, are about to wear out! This friend who doesn’t know where he came from, please keep it, although I don’t know if you are real I get it, but I..."

As if turning Gatling into a mouth, the cornerstone of the galaxy hugged the blurry figure in front of him tightly, and started talking wildly, as if he wanted to spray all the things he hadn't said for tens of thousands of years at once. Come out the same.

"...Okay, Miss Xinghe Jishi, I won't disappear easily." The figure sighed helplessly. Although the strength of this horse race girl can be said to be very powerful, her character...

It can only be said that the problem is very huge.

"Really? Let me tell you that I have mastered the magic of deceiving people and turning you into a puppy. If you don't believe me, we can find a restaurant to sit down and have a long talk so that I can get to know you. It is possible to..."

Hearing another round of attacks from Galaxy Foundation Stone, the blurry figure had to slap himself on the face. If he had known earlier, he would not have talked about so many topics, and now Galaxy Foundation Stone started firing wildly here again.

"Then Miss Xinghe Cornerstone, since you want my help, then you have to pay your price."

"The price? No problem, no problem. I really haven't seen a living person for several days, especially if this living person is not a farmer herding sheep, it makes me even happier! So I feel..."