Now that he has entered the arena, there is only one purpose.

To win!

No matter who the opponent is, she will win!

After all, Fujimasa marched resolutely into the waiting room, waiting for the game to start.

……

"Mr. Manager, just now the trainer of player number six called and said that player number six has acute abdominal pain and cannot play normally."

In the control room, the person in charge of the Kyoto Racecourse, who was undergoing a final inspection, heard what the contact person said.

"Acute abdominal pain, did you eat something unclean before the game?"

"It's not clear, but the trainer has the habit of consuming carbohydrates for the horse girl before the competition."

"Maybe it's the carbohydrates that have gone bad? Forget it, what about the other players."

"The other players are ready and can enter the arena."

"That's fine, business as usual."

"Yes."

After a brief exchange, the two skipped the conversation.

As the person in charge, he is no stranger to the temporary problems of the horse race girl.

When many rookie horse racers compete for the first time, facing a large number of people, they will experience nausea and vomiting due to excessive pressure, and cannot continue the competition.

There are also some racehorse girls who quit the race because they did not control their diet according to the trainers' regulations, resulting in poor physical condition or even discomfort the next day.

And when doing warm-up activities, I accidentally bumped into other players, causing them to be injured and retire.

Anyway, there are so many situations, only unexpected, nothing impossible, just a few simple instructions, and the game will start normally.

"Kyoto Racecourse in crisp autumn, with a race distance of 800 meters, GⅢ [Beijing Championship]! Thirteen contestants competing for the mud stars have entered the arena one after another!"

The host's voice reaches the audience's ears.

There were cheers from the audience.

There are many people who travel thousands of miles to watch the races of the horse girls they support. As the first battle from the local to the central, they all hope that the strongest horse girls representing their regions can get good results.

In this unremarkable game, people still maintained their enthusiasm.

Watching those horse girls move their bodies, enter the gate, and with the light on, the race officially begins.

Chapter 179 The Legendary Man

After the players entered the gate, the competition consisting of local and central horse racers officially began.

The audience enthusiastically shouted the names of their supporters, muddy water splashed under the feet of more than a dozen horse girls, and the panting sound of running came and went among the teams.

"All the horse girls have finished the start beautifully! The No. [-] contestant Mingzheng Opera is currently leading, and the second place is the No. [-] contestant Fujizheng March..."

Enthusiastic voices filled the arena, and even if it was a game that did not receive much attention, he would try his best to mobilize the emotions of the audience.

Among them, the sun visor at the highest point of the auditorium is in a position that no one can see or touch. The black girl stands on it, leaning over to look at the stadium.

"It didn't show up..."

The girl muttered to herself.

She is still here waiting for the other party to show up.Before entering the arena, she purposely walked around the control room through the glass of the room, and inadvertently inquired about the temporary withdrawal of Ma Niang.

If the opponent really has the ability to appear on the field, then it may only be the empty gate with no one there.

While the girl was still analyzing how the opponent used to obtain the information that the horse girl would not participate in the race, the opponent did not show up at all when the match started!

fake.

It's actually fake!

Is it really just someone talking nonsense?

Of course, this was a reserved option at the beginning. What I guessed and did was nothing more than fetching water from a bamboo basket.

It is the kind of people who speak freely on the Internet, and publish some fabricated things as facts.

Although I know...but it's really hard to accept!

She once thought that the central government was playing tricks on this matter, forcing her to continue to fight in order to catch her. She also thought that some unknown third party wanted to use her identity to do evil.

But when the girl learned that the truth of the matter was only casually told by someone else, she was inevitably discouraged.

This kind of result is probably too boring...

She specifically asked Silent Suzuka how to change her state of mind when running, in order to be able to change her running posture on the sand, allowing herself to blend into the field and deal with that guy who hadn't shown up.

As a result, it doesn't work at all now.

Holding her shoulders, the black girl was full of reluctance.

"Occasionally there will be such a time." Said Tranquility on Sunday, "I challenged the past with great interest, but found that the other party was not there at all, and finally came back disappointed."

After all, the sky is unsatisfactory, and disappointment is the norm.

Serenity comforted Sunday.

"It seems that it is true..."

The golden eyes silently looked at the arena.

However, it was directly opposite the girl in the distance.

"One, two, three... that's funny!"

In the open-air auditorium outside the main auditorium, a girl with a peaked cap and long blonde hair dyed in blue made a voice.

She didn't look at the horse girls on the field, but stared at the auditorium with a telescope.

Sticking out her tongue and licking the corners of her mouth, she counted those who were not paying attention to the contestants, but looking at the racehorse girls who had already left the empty gate.

When all the spectators are staring at the runners who have run into the corner, this group of people twisting their necks in opposite directions is particularly conspicuous.

"Seventy-six, that's all."

Speaking fluent English, the girl put down the binoculars, and then spoke in fluent Japanese.

"Can come here for a piece of news that is not true or not. Are these people the supporters of that guy?"

Those who looked from the gate to the contestants from time to time were all ordinary supporters, and those who held cameras and stared at the gate were all reporters, and those who were wearing Treyson’s school uniform——

As students, they are also future contestants. Since they care about each other so much, they must know something.

For example, some unknown insider?

Haha it's possible, it's better!

"Interesting——!"

The girl let out a contented voice.

This rough preview letter has achieved much better results than expected.

"Miss. Manhattan Cafe, Miss. Agnes Tachyon and maybe...Mr. Fujii?"

Spreading her shoulders, the girl pressed down on the sun hat. At this moment, she inadvertently caught a blurry shadow on the brim of the hat.

On the top of the observatory, which was [-] meters high, the black girl looked at the arena.

"Alivinglegend—" the girl opened her mouth wide, expressing emotion.

In the British Museum, there is a manuscript of a solar eclipse.

Such a story is recorded above.

The birth of every legendary horse girl will cause a starry vision, and their souls will have a strong attraction, allowing many strong men from all over the world to challenge.

Now, it has been a hundred years, and there are less than ten people who can make all the horse girls in the world feel connected.

And this sudden appearance like a flash in the pan has caused countless people to have a strong sense of existence. The heavy feeling from the soul is far beyond what the horse girls of this era can match.

As if silently telling her identity.

In the true sense, the early days of the birth of the horse girl, the person who danced with the solar eclipse in the seventeenth century hundreds of years ago.

Her face was flushed, and the girl couldn't help hugging her shoulders tightly.

Praise the Three Goddesses, how wonderful this world is——

The souls of the dead still remain in the world.

In other words, the other party's head still completely retains the secrets known to those legendary horse racing girls who have long since disappeared.

For example, one that confuses all the race girls.

Where is the end of speed?

Why is it that after a hundred years, no one in the world has found the remains of those legendary horse girls.

Where did they go and where did they die?

Everything is extremely curious.

The girl held on to her hat.

The target has been decided, next, wait for the first contact with her.

With her hands in the shape of a gun, she pointed at the blurry black figure from a distance, the girl closed one eye, and then—

"Bang!"

……

"Hahaha--"

Heavy panting sounds passed among the contestants.

As a 800-meter mile race, it is not necessary to control the rhythm of the game too much, and always pay attention to the situation on the field.

They only need to grasp the key point of the game, the big slope with a height of about three meters.

As long as he can maintain his speed on it, the game is basically won.

Although in the early stage, Fujimasa barely maintained the second position, but the consumption of her was not small. The terrifying explosive power of the surrounding horse girls was reflected in the early stage of the game.

Relying on the speed of pouring all its strength, Fujima March can stand out in the team.

And others didn't have the idea of ​​fighting to the end in the early stage of the game.

With the blessing of the two, the purpose of the Fujimasa March can be realized.

Even so, the Fujimasa March was still one behind.

Ming Zheng opera.

The ground made a dull sound, and her body was like a boulder full of energy, galloping past, and in an instant, she came to the position of two horses in front of Tengzheng's marching body, and kept running at a relatively fast speed.

This guy……

Gritting his teeth secretly, Fuji is marching desperately to maintain his running frequency.

She once said that there is an insurmountable gap between the central and local governments, and Xiaolimao is the only example.

But now it seems that Xiaolimao is not the only one.

Mingzheng opera also has the strength not to lose to the Central Jockey Girl.

The powerful running is like a lion chasing its prey, its seemingly exaggerated and heroic footsteps perfectly integrate the strength into the sand, provoking her body.

There is no half-redundancy, and the running posture is thick and thin, which makes the Fujima March behind him startled.

It's stronger than expected, but——

The howling wind blew through both ears.

I'm not prepared to fail either!

"Dryness declines Kunsheng, the hexagram is not good..."

Such a voice came from her ear.

At some point, a girl with long brown hair ran to her side.

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