Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

Under the gesture of Rudolph's eyes, the air tank did not object to this, but completed his work as before.

It's just that the communication between the two is much less than usual, and nothing can be heard in the classroom except the sound of the pen tip.

Originally, at this time, Rudolph would say a few jokes to cheer up the atmosphere, but now, she just finished the work in a daze, and went to training after the allotted time.

Don't say anything, don't ask anything.

Wordlessly, Rudolph conveyed this message to her.

Just when the gas tank was gradually working, there was a knock on the door of the student union room, and Narita Bairen walked in.

"President Rudolph, do you have time?"

Not paying attention to the atmosphere in the room at all, Narita Shirahito asked.

"Bai Ren, what's wrong?"

"A few students want to apply for an activity room from you."

"Activity room? What is it used for?"

"It may be used to store things. During the event, isn't it necessary to make a lot of things? I guess the space is not enough."

"Well, let me see if there is any free time..."

"Ah, by the way, besides the activity room, they have other things they want to ask you, such as reimbursement and other troublesome questions."

"Really... Then I'll go over and explain to them again."

"Well, please."

After saying that Tian Bairen left the room, Rudolph stood up, glanced at the inspector out of the corner of his eye, saw that the inspector did not follow, and walked out.

After going out, Narita Bairen led Rudolph to an empty classroom.

"Then what is the purpose of bringing it out to me under the guise?" Rudolph asked.

In normal activities, even if there is not enough space, the team leaders in charge of each area will negotiate and take care of it. There is no need for her, the student council president, to deal with the vacant space.

So Rudolph knew as soon as he heard it that this was Narita Bairen's excuse to find her out.

She didn't want the inspector to hear their conversation.

"Then I won't beat around the bush, President Rudolph."

Narita Bairen took out a stack of yellowed paper from his pocket, on which was written very early English writing.

"This is……"

Rudolph frowned symbolically.

"When the chairman asked me to help her clean up the room, I found it by accident."

"Did you tell her?"

"not yet……"

"Bai Ren, you are..."

"I know, I'll return it later, but before that, I want you to take a look."

Narita Bairen pointed to a sentence above.

"I'm not very familiar with the English language of this font, but I can barely recognize it."

[That girl doesn't want any one to know her name.]

[But I still wrote it down.]

[Hope future generations will remember.]

[Sunday Silence.]

[Will survive mean and become the first in the world.]

The paper is incomplete with obvious signs of tearing.

There was no other half in the room that could match it.

This was when Narita Bairen was tidying up the chairman's bookshelf, and it fell out of the pages that were clamped.

There's not much to say about this incomplete story.

But a certain passage above caught her attention.

[Sunday Silence]

[Sunday Serenity]

Chapter 174 This Is Destiny

"Suzuka-san... are you going out?"

After finally waiting for the holiday and preparing to sleep in all day during the special week, I saw Silent Suzuka getting up early, combing his hair, and preparing to go out.

"Think about running outside."

"Really, Suzuka-san is still the same, I won't send you off, goodbye~"

With a muttering sound in his mouth, he hugged the soft quilt tightly, and You Zhou showed an expression that he couldn't leave anymore, waved softly to Silent Suzuka, turned around and returned to the dreamland.

"Xiao Te wants to be with me... Ah, already fell asleep..."

Looking at Special Zhou who was drooling subtly with his mouth open, Silent Suzuka shook his head, helped her pull up the quilt, and walked out of the room.

Morning jogging has almost become a habit of Silent Suzuka. Every day before class, she would get up early and trot on the river embankment for a while.

Sometimes before training at noon, the same will happen.

For Silent Suzuka, running has become a part of her life, just like human beings must consume nutrients to maintain life, for her, running is also indispensable.

Whether it's in a bad mood, feeling stressed, or simply wanting to pass the time, Silent Suzuka will unconsciously come to the embankment outside the academy.

In spring and summer, the temperature is comfortable and the wind is more gentle. In autumn and winter, the scenery of the river bank is also the most beautiful.

It can be said to be a rare treasure runway suitable for running. Every day, Silent Suzuka will find time to come and have a look.

The same is true today.

After changing his running shoes, taking advantage of the early morning when there was no one around, Suzuka stood on tiptoe and slowly increased his speed.

It feels good to run alone, but not bad for two.

Yesterday, a classmate from Manchester Teahouse asked her about the running mood. At that time, she didn't understand how to explain it, so with the attitude of giving it a try, Silent Suzuka asked her to trot with him.

The final result can't be said to be good or bad. The student at Manchester Teahouse seemed to understand, but the faintly frowned corners of her brows expressed her inner confusion.

If only I could help her...

Silent Suzuka couldn't help but think in his heart.

But even if you don't learn it, it doesn't matter if you run to her again.

That's right, run it again.

Even Silent Suzuka didn't expect that he would have such an idea.

How should I put it, although she didn't think about other things when she was running, but yesterday, after being with her classmates at the cafe, she could vaguely hear the panting behind her.

It's not a particularly heavy sound, but a very light one, which sounds relaxing, as if someone is sleeping soundly next to him, a peaceful and comfortable sound.

Silent Suzuka liked that feeling very much. She ran down that distance, and once made her forget the time. She didn't notice until the cafe in Manchester reminded her that she should go back to Treisen.

Reluctant to leave... Well, I should be able to say that...

It is rare for her to have nostalgia for running together.

This reminded her of the meadow involuntarily.

The clear sky, the emerald green ground, and the person who guided her, constantly asking for beautiful scenery.

For some reason, such an important memory was forgotten by her, and for some reason, one day, like suddenly opening a treasure box that had been sealed for a long time, she remembered it again.

Every night, Silent Suzuka would dream of each other.

With a black back, he ran quietly ahead.

Silent Suzuka had seen her.

She was more and more sure that it wasn't a character in a storybook, but that she had really come into contact with the other party.

But why?

Even if he recalled the other party's affairs, only the most important part of the memory was blurred.

The figure looked at her face and told her the beauty of the scenery.

What does she look like and what kind of voice does she have.

Like a glass that has been splashed with water mist, it is blurred into one piece.

The hazy feeling turned the dream into what it should be.

Silent Suzuka was distressed.

The more she couldn't remember, the more curious she became.

So much so that she was so dazed that she connected the classmate at the cafe in Manchester with that figure.

But that was impossible, Silent Suzuka knew.

When she was her age, the Tea House in Manchester City was about the same age as her, and the other party was obviously a mature horse girl.

So it can't be Manchester City Cafe.

Silent Suzuka warned himself so.

Even so, she couldn't help but pay more attention to the teahouse.

Thinking about it now, maybe I was able to find resonance with her among such a large number of students. To some extent, it was also caused by my unintentional linking the other party with the person I yearned for.

It was her subconscious mind at work.

That's not okay, Suzuka!

After patting her face, the girl regained her composure.

How can there be such an embarrassing illusion because of the similarity!

A classmate is a classmate, and the person she admires is the person she admires. How can she impose other people's affairs on unrelated people because of her own mistakes.

I am really sorry for the teahouse classmates!

Giving special attention to her because of her resemblance is completely disrespectful to the teahouse's personality.

It just sucks...

After a long absence, while running, Silent Suzuka began to think wildly.

Every time that black figure was involved, Silent Suzuka's heart would inevitably turmoil.

She really wanted to know where the other party had gone and what he was doing now.

Although the two only met for a short time, it was this side that changed Silent Suzuka and made her walk on the path of a racehorse girl.

So Silent Suzuka would like to thank her in person if possible.

Thanks to her, let me find the most precious part of my life.

Taking a few deep breaths, Silent Suzuka adjusted his state.

She firmly believed that the other party must also like her now very much.

Dedicate your heart to your legs.

Slowly, her footsteps became lighter, she regained her previous state, and her mood became more peaceful.

Just when she was about to throw all distracting thoughts out of her body, a black figure flashed in the corner of Silent Suzuka's eyes.

The feeling of familiarity arises spontaneously.

Silent Suzuka's heart throbbed violently.

That person is——!

The hoofs rubbed against the asphalt road, making a piercing sound, Suzuka turned around silently, and chased after the black figure.