Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

But she chose the most radical method.

Holding his head, Fujii reporter leaned back on the chair.

Those who are too rigid are easy to break, and those who are gentle are invincible. That ghost is a very smart guy, it is impossible to understand this truth.

That being the case, why did she choose the method that would most arouse everyone's resentment, or rather...fear, to win.

To antagonize all audiences?

Annoyed by their words and want to retaliate with actions?

At present, the Fujii reporter can only think of these two points.

But that would not do her any good.

People are social creatures, and their words and deeds cannot be completely judged by subjective initiative. The news pages they see, the gossip they hear, even if it is just a few words or lines of text in the comments, can affect their consciousness. Great impact.

Looking at the whole world, human beings should be the most vulnerable creatures to be influenced by external objects.

Both stubborn and fickle.

Never go against the crowd, this is a theorem that every journalist knows.

But now people don't want to see the black horse girl win and disappear, because the behavior of the other party is against the flow of people at this moment.

Therefore, most of the media companies did not report on this matter. Even if they did, they mostly talked about whether the black horse girl violated the rules on the field as the central government said.

All the news is trying to avoid the conflict between the other party and the audience, and instead discuss other things.

It is too unrealistic to want to reverse the reputation in one game...

Several times, he wanted to call the other party to ask about Miss Tranquility's black ghost and what her purpose was.

But every time he took out his phone, he put it back again.

So what if you know.

He can't do anything but add to his worries.

There is no great family behind him that can shake the racing world, nor is it a person with a lot of power.

He is a reporter who can be seen everywhere and writes about the Times on the news, and he puts all his energy into writing what he writes, whether it can be published or not depends on the market situation.

An unknown person in the horse racing world, a lighting engineer on the stage, a role that will never appear in the audience's sight.

Fujii Izumi scratched his hair.

not reconciled...

I am so unwilling, this feeling of looking at everything but being unable to change everything.

During the last call with Miss Tranquility, the other party asked him to look at the auditorium on the upper floor and call out the other party's name.

Then, he stood up, raised his hand, and pointed high at the black figure.

At that moment, Fujii Izumi felt that he had truly contributed to the horse racing he loved and the horse racing girl he wanted to see.

He was very excited.

I can no longer stand by the side like a spectator, but can also participate in this incident.

Silently, Izumi Fujii turned on the computer and browsed through the Internet, people's messages about the black horse girl.

'I saw it, the whole racetrack was dumb. '

'It's not like a game at all, it's like a memorial service. '

' The final sprint was so scary I couldn't even get a word out. '

'Where is it like what the central government said, even if he doesn't violate the rules, isn't this guy super powerful? ? '

'Maruzenski's first defeat. '

"Unfortunately, I still want to see Narita Bairen win..."

A piece of news came into view, which was completely different from the situation that people gathered to talk about.

With the addition of barriers called 'Internet', their speech is more free.

Those who think the black ghost is powerful can praise it without any scruples, and those who think the black ghost is annoying can also abuse it without any scruples.

Here, there is not only one 'flow direction'.

With the gradual deepening of reading, Fujii Izumisuke gradually saw the news that could not be obtained from people's words.

'Someone knows where her next game is', 'I'll cheer her on', 'Want to watch one more game', 'Shut up those annoying squeakers'.

More and more, Fujii Izumi saw more and more supporters who were hidden in the crowd but did not dare to speak out.

Regardless of the rules, they just want to see the black figure running on the track.

And some people, between the lines, vaguely revealed.

'I believe that the black horse girl is a ghost. '

pat-

The pen on the table rolled to the ground.

Fujii Izumi stared.

Yes, yes!That's right...

There is no need for everyone to change their prejudices at all, it is only necessary to select those who believe in each other and the truth.

Even if there are thousands, hundreds, or even dozens of people, as long as they believe, they will no longer be alone.

Thinking of this, Fujii Izumi immediately typed a line under the message.

"How many of you believe that ghosts really exist."

Just finished writing, before clicking send, Fujii Izumi thought about it carefully, and then deleted all of them.

No, not in such a straightforward way.

It must be tactful enough, it needs to be packaged and embellished, and it must be easy to arouse the interest of others...

Website, yes website!

Exclusive site for 'ghosts'!

Just simply create a page and write about 'Black Specter' related things.

Eight races!

Ms. Tranquility said that her goal is the eighth race, so the next race should be there.

If the notice letter is sent again, it can also be published on the website in advance before publication to increase credibility!

Why didn't I think of it earlier, I'm so stupid, why didn't I think of it earlier!

Patting his head, Izumi Fujii did what he said, without wasting time, and started to create a simple page.

Even a guy like him has things to do.

Unyielding to the ordinary, the light of the firefly is comparable to the bright moon.

There is nothing more sad and boring than the story you want to watch happening next to it, but you can't participate in it.

For the things you love, to see the things you meet, even if you go against the current, go against the trend, and end up being scolded by thousands of people, it is worth it.

Just as he was typing the first line of text, Fujii Izumi suddenly stopped.

He seemed to...understand what the black ghost was doing.

Chapter 164 The Wish of the Morning Star

"Adore Orihime-san... what's the matter?"

"Ah!? No, nothing..."

Hearing the voice from the cafe in Manchester, Aimu Zhiji came back to her senses and shook her head.

Before she knew it, she had come to the teahouse and stood there for a long time, just staring at him.

"If you need anything from me, just tell me..."

"Nothing, really nothing."

After shaking her head repeatedly, Aimu Zhiji left the classroom.

Snapped--

Walking out of the classroom door, she patted her face hard.

What are you doing!Really.

Recently, she has been a little abnormal. Of course, this does not mean that she has some problems on the mental level, but that she is dreaming, and the picture in the dream is not normal.

She always dreamed that she was sitting on a library seat next to a dark-haired girl, reading and writing with her.

That feeling is very real, even the feeling that the other party touched his finger and moved to the text, even after a long time, is still very clear.

The warm feeling stayed on the back of her hand, which she couldn't forget.

Looking at her palm, Aimu Zhiji slowly clenched it tightly.

In the past, she also had a similar dream. In the dream, the little girl with the same appearance as her called 'sister' over and over again.

She is his own sister, the sister who died before she was born.

Love Zhi Ji knows.

Those screams were full of loneliness, and the surrounding air was icy cold. Every time she dreamed of the other party, Aimu Zhiji would wake up with a start, and her body would be drenched in cold sweat.

Every time, when she thinks that she is living in the campus and her younger sister's soul is floating in this world blankly, Aimu Zhiji will feel a chill.

This happiness came to her only by accident.

The word "sister" seemed to imperceptibly condemn her selfishness.

'Not so! 'Looking at the star that looks like the eyes of a younger sister, Aimu Zhiji shouted: 'I also want you to experience everything in this world! '

I never forget about you!always thinking about...

With guilt in her heart, Ai Ji went through year after year, until one day, she inadvertently caught someone.

After countless days and nights, finally at this moment, she felt a warmth that she had never experienced before.

That is the temperature of the soul that only they can perceive.

From that day on, the world of Aimu Zhiji has changed, to be precise, the world of her dreams has changed.

No longer alone, she always followed the black figure closely.

At first, the other party always refused to answer, but under her stubborn follow, they gradually communicated.

Until now, she can hug each other tightly without any scruples.

The feeling of filling her heart made her unprecedentedly satisfied.

I... like that person.

And this mood also affected Zhiji, who loves Zhiji outside of Dreamland.

Every time she saw the teahouse in Manchester, she would associate it with the black shadow, and a strange frequency would involuntarily appear in her heart.

By the time she regained consciousness, she had already run to the other party, making the same movements as in the dream.

Just now, in Aimu Zhiji's head, there was an urge to hug her from behind.

Fortunately, the teahouse interrupted her in time, so she didn't make such an exaggerated behavior.

The news of finally getting into the other party's bed disappeared in Teresen's gossip, and she didn't want to make any unnecessary troubles.

The dream, what a disturbing dream!

But the content is much warmer now than before.

Moreover, the other party's "sister" is no longer empty and cold, but full of vitality.

"Speaking of which, it's almost time."

In November, when the weather is getting colder, the sky is clearest and the starry night is brightest in the early morning.

Every year in this month, she will sit on the grass in the field and look into the eyes of the sky.