Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

I can't find it!The opponent Narita Bairen had been looking forward to was no longer found.

Her soul could no longer resonate with it, and her intuition told her that that person had left Teresan forever!

The opponent who made her keep moving forward, who made her constantly break through her opponent, disappeared forever in Narita Bairen's world.

Is there anything more lonely than a battlefield alone! ?

What's the point of a game without an opponent?

The girl looked at her.

"Narita Bairen, your opponent is not your whetstone. A real strong man, even if he is the only one left, will choose to keep running and breaking through."

Faster, and faster...

When your speed surpasses everyone, only you will be left beside you.

At that time, is there really any existence that can be called an opponent?

At that time, do you want to stop yourself from moving forward?

See it clearly, Bai Ren.There is no one else around the strong.

All the racehorse girls who run at the forefront of the race are always alone.

"Don't you expect someone to stand by your side when you surpass all the horse girls?"

Don't be self-willed, Narita Bairen.

See clearly, what's at the end of the game.

There... there is no existence that can be called an 'opponent'.

"Narita Bairen, you are a smart man."

At the same time, he is also a strong man.

The girl took off her white coat and put it on Narita Shirato.

"The weather is very cold, you still have games, pay attention to your body."

After saying this, the girl waved goodbye to her and left the training ground.

Standing where he was, Narita Bairen raised his head and looked at the bright starry sky.

"What..." she muttered to herself.

Is the strong bound to be alone?

What a good excuse.

but……

She smiled self-deprecatingly.

I couldn't find anything to refute her.

The white coat was tightened tightly, and the warm touch wrapped around the cold skin, dispelling the coldness of the body.

She silently turned in the direction of the dormitory.

Tomorrow... let's say thank you to her a little bit.

Chapter 231 Things are not as simple as imagined

'Sorry, I love Orihime, I already have someone I like. '

'I have someone I like...but, I can't live without you! '

'I understand, so I'm sorry...'

'Wait a minute, don't go! '

Aiming Orihime held out her hand.

But no matter what, he couldn't reach the figure that was getting further and further away from her.

Standing behind Aimu Orihime, the girl who looked like her showed an indescribable expression.

The younger sister who loves Orihime.

She didn't expect things to end like this.

Why……

Why!My mother wants to steal my sister's girlfriend away!

What's the situation, I agreed to give the teahouse to my sister, why did I suddenly change my mind?

Well, she didn't actually say anything, it was just her wishful thinking.

But such a well-matched two people, there is no reason to refuse it!

Could it be that my sister did something wrong?

Looking at her sister who was troubled by nightmares of broken love every day, the younger sister couldn't help but sighed.

No, I have to fight for my sister again.

Thinking of this, the younger sister ran out of the dream of adoring Zhi Ji.

……

The morning sun shone through the curtains on the soft bedding, and Ai Mo Zhiji twitched her brows a few times, hummed slightly, and opened her eyes.

"Good morning, Orihime-san..."

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Zhen Ji Ling, who also just woke up, greeted her.

"Good morning." Aimu Zhiji responded with a depressed mood, and the scene in the dream kept echoing in her head.

She was abandoned by the cafe.

No... this is not a dream at all.

She was indeed abandoned.

In that competition, Aimu Orihime was the last one.

It's ridiculous, obviously confessing to the teahouse with the cheek, but in the end, not to mention winning, not even No.2, No.3.

She became the bottom of the game.

However, this is not the most difficult thing for Aimu Zhiji to accept.

At the end of the game, the mysterious man who suddenly appeared expressed his feelings for the teahouse.

And this feeling was echoed by the other party.

Seeing the moment when the two embraced each other, Aimu Zhiji felt dizzy.

She suddenly felt abandoned.

Originally, that person should be her!

However, the cafe has already proved with its actions who the real winner is.

Aimu Zhiji has forgotten how she returned to the dormitory and how she fell asleep, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

For several days in a row, I was in a daze.

The beam of light that could melt the ice in my heart disappeared after the teahouse left.

The only existence worthy of her sustenance resolutely left her like this.

Now Ai Mu Zhi Ji is someone who has nothing to do with the tea house.

Is this fate?

Make people cover their mouths and laugh, mocking the ultimate fate.

The gossip about her and the cafe disappeared after the game, and with the birth of the winner, it returned to the usual days when it was difficult to attract attention.

The difference is that there are a few more labels on her head.

'The loser of the emotional competition', 'The desperate night attack, but ushered in such a tragic result', and 'The lost dog heroine in the TV series'.

The image that was erected overnight made those classmates look at her with a little more sympathy, and even the tone of her speech was very euphemistic and cautious.

Don't, don't you remind me of this unbearable memory!Please, please let me go...

The heart that loves Orihime keeps begging.

"Is Orihime-san not asleep?"

Seeing Sitting on the bed, like a puppet, admiring Orihime in a daze, she opened her mouth with concern and wit.

"Ah...it's okay, maybe I'm a little hypoglycemic, I'm a little dizzy."

"I see." Zhen Jiling blinked his eyes, "If Zhi Ji has something on your mind, you can tell me, I will definitely help you solve it!"

"Well, I got it." Aimu Zhiji responded with a smile to the real cleverness who swore to herself.

She always encourages her when she is most difficult, and Ai Mozhi is very grateful to her.

"I'll go for a walk and relax..."

"Is it so early?"

"Earlier is quieter."

"Really, then goodbye, Orihime-san."

After getting dressed, she waved to Aimu Zhihime, who left the room, and looked at the slowly closing door very cleverly.

Sure enough, Orihime hasn't recovered from the pain of losing her love.

Who is the person who took the teahouse away?

After leaving the dormitory, Aimu Orihime did not go to the river bank or the park where there are few people as usual, but came to the shopping street.

Looking at the streets that are only bustling on holidays, Aimu Zhiji silently walks into it with her hands behind her back.

If alone, the sense of loneliness of being abandoned is stronger than before, and it is far from what she can bear in her heart now.

That's why Ai Mu Zhi Ji came here uncharacteristically.

The noisy voice will wash away her lonely mood.

She wandered aimlessly.

"Huh? This thing is not bad... I think it is suitable for a gift, but this is also very good..."

"Beautiful lady, is there anything you want?"

"Boss, everything is great, it's really hard to choose."

"Haha, Miss, you have a good eye. Could it be that you want to give it to someone else?"

"To give to a friend."

"Is it a boyfriend? If yes, I suggest..."

"Ahaha...you misunderstood, I want to give it to a female friend."

"Oh, oh, that's it, how about this—"

The familiar voice attracted Aimu Zhiji's attention.

Following the prestige, Aimu Zhiji saw a short-haired girl in a white shirt, black jacket and neat clothes.

The golden earrings shone with dazzling luster, and his jewel-like blue eyes carefully looked at the handicraft in front of him.

"Fuji Kistler..."

Aimu Zhiji involuntarily said the other party's name.

Her ears moved slightly, and in this noisy environment, the girl keenly caught the faint voice.

Turning around, she saw Aimu Zhiji standing not far behind.

"Zhiji, it's so rare to meet you here."

Quite surprised, Fuji Kistler put down the handicraft in his hand and walked over quickly.

"Are you shopping?" Fuji Kistler asked.