Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

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"I want to see."

Under the persistent gaze of the 'friend', Manchester City Teahouse slowly took off the training shoes, and the originally white toes were already soaked in blood.

"Tea seat..."

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She said, "Try again, and I'll go back."

Her voice trembled a little.

I always feel that once I stop training, I will be left far away by my "friends".

This feeling is quite uncomfortable.

"Wait for me here."

Without giving the teahouse time to react, the girl disappeared from sight in an instant, and when she ran back again, she already had bandages and alcohol on her hands.

"Sit on the ground and I'll bandage you."

Listening to the irresistible voice, Manchester City Cafe slowly sat on the grass.

Borrowing the moonlight, the cafe in Manchester looked at his 'friend'.

She rinsed her wound with alcohol.

So close……

It's really close.

Manchester City Teahouse bit its lip lightly.

It's right in front of your eyes, but you can't touch it.

Because the soul of a living person will hurt her.

Looking at the bandages slowly wrapped by the 'friend', Manchester City Cafe was full of thoughts.

For 'friends', what is so special about me like this...

The eyes of the cafe in Manchester City were dim, and at this moment, a coldness came from the sensitive soles of the feet inadvertently.

hmm~

Covering his mouth, Manchester City Cafe almost made a strange noise.

"'friend'……"

"Sorry... eh?"

Suddenly, the girl's eyes widened.

The finger that accidentally touched the sole of the tea seat did not get burned.

Chapter 168 Contestants

The game has been decided.

This is the first central competition that Tengzheng March participated in as a local horse racing girl.

It can be said that this competition determines whether Fujisho March can stay in the center in the future. If she can win consecutively, maybe she can also be qualified to move to the center like Oguri Hat.

Only limited to 'possible' of course.

In order to take care of the march in the central field for the first time, the trainer Shibazaki Koichi did not let her run directly on the grass, but on the muddy field similar to the place.

That is the next GⅢ [Beijing Championship].

The 800-meter race is just right for the march. Although it is a heavy reward race, the intensity is quite satisfactory, and it is much simpler than the various GI races in the central government.

As the first game of entering the Central Committee, it is perfect.

The only thing to note is that the venue of this competition is in Kyoto, and there is the most famous triangular turn in the racetrack.

It's not because the curve is too sharp, but in front, there is a huge slope that is extremely terrifying even if it is placed in a national horse racing arena.

At a height of close to three meters, the racehorse girl will consume most of her physical strength after climbing up, so the timing of acceleration is particularly important.

It can be said to be a comprehensive game that tests physical strength and tactics.

Not only for the contestants, but also for the trainers.

"[Capital Championship]..."

The blood-red eyes looked at his trainer.

"Okay, isn't it suitable for me? After staying here for so long, I can finally do some serious activities."

Fujimasa opened his mouth and did not object to Shibasaki Koichi's arrangement.

"Then, I will submit the application materials..."

"Go."

Seeing the calm and composed Fujimasa, Shibazaki Koichi did not leave in a hurry, but stood where he was and looked at her for a while.

"What's wrong, trainer?"

"It's nothing." He shook his head, "It just feels like you're very different from before."

"Me?" She shook her head, "Maybe there are some."

Not just some.

Shibasaki Koichi, who has been nurturing her, knows that Fujisho March has become more stable than usual, or that she has lost the original sense of anxiety.

When training in the local area, her biggest opponent was Xiaoli Mao. In order to defeat him, she spent almost all of her time training.

Every time with a strong purpose.

In order to defeat the opponent as soon as possible, her training rhythm is also very fast, and she is eagerly waiting for the next game every time.

This made her always show unconcealable anxiety during training.

But recently, Koichi Shibasaki discovered that Fujisho March rarely gives him that feeling anymore.

Is it growing...

Shibazaki Koichi didn't know, but he hoped so.

In fact, since he came to the Central Committee, he has also become much more reticent.

I seldom joke with others anymore, and seldom talk about popular gossip news.

Some become withdrawn.

This kind of change does not mean that Treyson has done anything wrong, on the contrary, everything here is too complete.

No matter what kind of training equipment it is, it can be found in the training hall, and the training ground has also set up grass and sand fields for different racehorse girls.

Canteens, dormitories, libraries, swimming pools, trainers and everything a racehorse girl needs can be found here.

It is also because of this that Shibazaki Koichi can't help but compare it with his own experience.

There is no comparison at all...

Not only because of the equipment environment, but even himself is far from the central trainers.

For example, during training, he could notice that there was a problem with the running of the Fujima March, but he couldn't figure out the main cause of the problem, so he could only let the opponent run over and over again, and observe slowly by himself.

This kind of efficiency is hard to say.

In the end, it was the black-haired, golden-eyed girl wearing a hat next to her who reminded her: "The ankle is too stiff, and the swing of the arm is not correct."

A few simple sentences made him enlightened.

The gap, such an obvious gap, made Shibazaki Koichi uncontrollably feel inferior.

After all, even in the middle, he is just a third-rate trainer.

But Fuji is different, her potential is definitely more than her own trainer.

So Shibazaki Koichi hopes that she can make a name for herself in the center.

Before that, definitely don't be like him.

Once the heart succumbs, there will be no turning back.

"Maybe." Shibazaki Koichi said: "Then I'll hand in the documents, and before I come back, you can train on your own, how about it?"

"clear."

When Shibasaki Koichi left the room, Fujisawa slowly sat on the chair.

Her mood is not as relaxed as it appears on the surface.

Central's first game, finally here...

Clenching his hands tightly, Fuji is marching secretly clenching his teeth.

After these days of training and observation, Fuji Zheng March found that Teresen was much more terrifying than he imagined.

Those racehorse girls in Teresan, just for training, ran better than she did in the official race.

Even when she was practicing sprinting, someone was able to come from behind and overtake her.

In the eyes of those people, they didn't mean to compete with themselves at all. They were just doing running exercises as usual.

No wonder there is an insurmountable gap between the central and local governments.

The difference in strength is clear at a glance.

Participate in the central competition with my current strength.

Fuji is marching and looking at the clenched hands.

Really, is there hope...

across that terrible chasm.

Just when Fuji was struggling with the march, there was a 'bang' sound, and the door was pushed open heavily.

A girl with long chestnut hair, white shooting star-like highlights covering the corners of her eyes, and red ribbons on her ears walked in.

Her legs full of power moved rhythmically, and she strode into the house, and the girl casually threw the backpack at her feet.

"Excuse me." A clear voice came into my ears.

Fuji is marching and raised his head.

meat eater.

For some reason, when he saw the other party for the first time, Fujisawa had such an illusion.

That powerful body is like a carnivore stalking its prey.

"Sorry, the bed that was originally scheduled for me was damaged for some reason, and there is no spare new bed in the academy, so I temporarily transferred the dormitory for me."

The flaming red eyes looked at Fujimasa March, "I asked them to tune it for me casually, and they arranged this place for me."

"Oh... um."

It was the girl who was talking on her own, and Fujisawa nodded blankly.

It happened suddenly, and she hadn't reacted yet.

"For the next period of time, as a roommate, please give me more advice."

The girl held out her hand.

Blinking her eyes a few times, Fujima March just recovered from the sadness, she slowly held it up.

The soft and powerful palm completely drew back the attention of the rattan march.

Wait... roommate?

She said roommate just now, right?

"Then let me introduce myself first." After patting her head a few times, the girl showed a candid smile.

"My name is Mingzheng Opera, from Mizusawa Treisen."