Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

Now it seems that maybe the other party is secretly telling herself that she has not forgotten what happened that day.

In an instant, Manchester City Cafe figured it out.

Although Silent Suzuka was made to look like that by a 'friend', she and the 'friend' are inseparable. The 'friend''s business is her business, and the 'friend''s mistakes are her mistakes.

Then this matter should be repaid by her.

"Cafe classmate?"

As if destined, I walked into the Manchester Tea House in the woods unknowingly, and heard a soft call.

A girl with long orange hair was sitting on a bench by the side of the road, quietly holding a book.

Beautiful blue-green eyes looked at him.

"What a coincidence, teahouse classmate." She said, "You also want to be alone and quiet, so you come here?"

Chapter 194 The will to live here forever

"Students have a lot of hobbies..."

"Even if you're a horse race girl, it's impossible to only have the race in your head. How about it, it feels good."

On the edge of Treisen's fence, in an open space with no people, more than ten drawing boards of various sizes were erected on wooden frames.

Flowers, birds, insects, fish, etc. are drawn on it, all kinds of minutiae creatures.

It can be seen that the owner of the exhibition has observed them very carefully.

The girl nodded in response to the green grass.

At least it's better than sitting around stupidly.

But it's not much better, far away from the crowd, and the sound of birds can be heard in the quiet here.

Moving slowly, looking at the pictures that would normally be ignored casually, the girl didn't feel that there was anything special about these pictures except that they would not be often observed by others.

Anyway, it can't be reached, even if it is to be exhibited in such a remote corner.

Maybe this is the personality of Teresan's students.

Thinking of this, the girl unknowingly stopped in front of a picture.

Contest?

It is completely different from the surrounding paintings. It is painted on it, and it is a picture of a game.

The location is in the auditorium.

What caught people's attention was that all the spectators were blurred into one piece by the paintbrush, and even the contestants were randomly painted with colors.

Among them, only a girl in black is running at the forefront, which is vividly depicted by the author.

Even if you stand outside the screen, you can still hear the sound of the opponent's feet skimming the ground.

"This is……"

The girl approached.

"It was drawn by Xiao Zhen."

There was a sound like a breeze behind him.

Wearing a rather large crown on her head, a girl with short chestnut hair and yellow-green pupils came behind her.

"[The Daily Crown] match," she explained, bending over. "What is painted on it is the picture before crossing the line."

"It's a shame that you can write it down in such a short time."

The soft-looking girl blinked her eyes, "Because Xiaozhen's eyes are the lens of the world, and he will completely preserve everything he has experienced."

"Hey...then why is this person the only one who draws seriously, while everyone else takes it in one stroke."

"Do you want to hear the truth, or a lie?"

She showed a faint but unpredictable smile and asked the girl.

"?"

What kind of strange option is this? Are all the children who are engaged in art so distinctive?

"Tell the truth." Satisfied her strange interest, the girl said.

"Because there is no need to record them." The girl who called herself 'Xiaozhen' replied, "Each of them has their own lens, and those TV programs, videos, and photos will imprint them on them."

Standing next to the girl, she slowly said, "But this person can't do it."

"In the world, there is no lens that can record her figure. It can't be photographed or illuminated. She is like a gust of wind. She came to this world, which makes people feel it, but can't detect it."

Green fingers stroked the figure on the picture.

"How sad that this man was unable to make his mark on the world."

"So you drew her?"

"Ah."

She nodded.

The girl stopped in front of the drawing board.

"boring……"

"Eh?"

"This way of relying on paintings to record people is simply boring."

The girl snorted.

'I don't need to deliberately tell people my name, because one day, everyone will come to follow my footsteps, so don't write my name on it! '

The voice of memory echoed in my ears.

The girl stroked her chest.

"The so-called imprint is not these physical things. It can transcend the body, time, and space. Even in an unknown world, the most precious and precious things will still be preserved in the depths of the soul."

Golden eyes looked at Zhen.

"I have always believed that one day the body will grow old and die, turning into muddy soil and returning to the earth."

But physical death does not mean the end.

Memory and personality represent the whole of a person, integrated into one.

"That's right, the foundation of a person is the will."

It is the will that is eternal, rooted and rooted deep in the soul.

Our physical body is being renewed every minute and every second, and it only takes six or seven years for the body to undergo a complete change.

If the body is defined as the standard for measuring existence, then the me of the last second and the me of the next second will be two different people.

Clinging to the flesh is the wishful thinking of human beings, and it is hopelessly stupid.

A person ceases to exist only when his will dies.

"You look like this, just on the surface, even if you remember her appearance, what's the point?"

The girl looked at the painting.

"Her body will be turned into a symbol, and her will will always be followed. Regardless of the past, present, or future, she will be like a morning star, guiding people and admonishing the world in the afterglow of the setting sun and when the setting sun is silent. -"

Turning around, looking at the girl, she slowly said that sentence: "'I am the apex'."

Eyes wide open, the girl calling herself 'Xiao Zhen' clenched her fists.

"Mayu Express, my name is Mayumi Express, may I ask your name?"

Mayumi Express looked at the girl with indescribably complicated eyes.

"I want to know my name..." After thinking for a while, she asked back using what the other party said: "Do you want to hear your real name or a fake name?"

Obviously not expecting the girl to answer like this, Mayumi Express froze for a moment, and soon, she smiled again.

"Then, please tell me your pseudonym, and I apologize for my faux pas just now."

"Man City Cafe." The girl replied.

"Man City Tea House..." repeated, Mayumi Express nodded, "I remember, 'Man City Tea House', you are an incredible person."

"What's wrong?"

Green Grass, who was originally attracted by the other party's landscape painting, also walked over at this time and heard the conversation between the two girls.

"It's okay, senior." The girl shook her head, "Is there any place you want to go, senior?"

"Yes, would you like to accompany me!"

"I want to go around too..."

"Great, let's go somewhere else!"

Green Grass happily guided her in the direction.

Seeing the two leaving, Mayumi Express spoke suddenly.

"Student 'Man City Cafe', about that painting!" She shouted: "Actually, I care too much about her and forget about the appearance of other people, so I just painted the colors hastily—"

This is a 'lie' she never said.

He waved his hand, indicating that he had understood, and the two left their sight.

The Mayumi Express station remains where it is.

A will beyond time and space?

What a nice idea.

Teahouse in Manchester... Can your real name be reflected in front of my camera?

……

"Soundless Suzuka, are you reading here?"

The Manchester Teahouse, who originally wanted to say hello and leave, had no choice but to sit next to him after being invited by the other party's eyes.

"Well, I don't like that noisy atmosphere."

Raising his hands to comb his hair, Suzuka answered silently.

"In the crowd, not only the body, but even the mind can't calm down...Is this the feeling?"

"Sure enough, the cafeteria student is exactly what I thought." Silent Suzuka smiled as if he had found a confidant.

They are both people who like to be alone and quiet, and it is precisely because of this that she gets along so well with each other.

but……

"I heard that the teahouse students have joined the student union?"

This incident was beyond Silent Suzuka's expectation.

Based on her understanding of teahouses, it is impossible to take the initiative to take unnecessary responsibilities.

"Should I say join, or not join..."

She is also very torn.

It seems that all the students around her acquiesce that she is already a member of the student union.

Originally, the cafeteria had no idea about the student union, but in this atmosphere, it was really hard for her to refuse.

Just when the teahouse didn't know how to answer, there were footsteps not far away.

"Hello—!"

An enthusiastic horse lady ran over.

Chapter 195 Olive Branches from America

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a strange accent, and a national flag badge on the chest that looks like red and white stripes and white stars on a blue background.

Horse girl, or American horse girl.