Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

As the host introduced the next contestants one after another, Shirahito Narita, who walked off the stage, stretched his legs.

Even though she was about to enter the competition, her body was extremely relaxed, as if she had just woken up from sleep, her muscles were warm and comfortable.

Even Narita Bairen didn't know why she entered such a state.

Pressing the thigh, an indescribable sense of comfort arises spontaneously.

It was awesome.

"Then please enter the gates, racehorse girls!"

As the contestants walked into their positions one after another, the audience's emotions became more and more high.

The rain in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, but it didn't affect people's enthusiasm at all.

"Finally ushered in the much-anticipated opening, symbolizing the final battle of the classic triple crown, [Chrysanthemum Appreciation], now begins——!"

Boom!

A dull thunder rolled across the sky.

People stared at the arena intently, feeling extremely excited.

All the racehorse girls slowly put on their ready stances.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

People hold their breath.

At this moment, a strange sound came from the metal stand next to the gate.

As if being patted by something, it shook.

It was especially obvious in this extremely quiet racecourse where no one dared to speak.

what happened……

People crane their necks.

Is there something wrong with the machine?

The staff was sweating all over and ran over in a hurry.

Just now.

Snapped--

Another sound.

Followed by.

In this Kyoto racecourse, under the gaze of more than 8 pairs of eyes.

Five snow-white fingers stretched out from the metal stand, holding the frame.

Then, that familiar black figure slowly appeared in front of people under the hazy rain.

Chapter 236 My World

It's hard to explain how the audience felt at the time.

It's a bit like sitting in an open-air arena, enjoying a magnificent and incredible performance in a cold and hazy environment.

Gorgeous to take your breath away.

When the hand protruded from the paper-thin metal plate, the sound of the entire arena stopped.

It's like being hit on the pause button.

The character in the picture maintains a posture, motionless.

Even the narrator froze in their seats.

Holding the microphone in his hand, there was a faint panting of breath.

Their heads are all tied into a knot at this moment.

If this is a large-scale magic show, everyone should give a standing ovation at this time, feeling admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

It is a pity.

No.

The drizzle hit the umbrellas held up by the audience, making a 'slapping' sound.

The hazy mist emerges layer by layer with the splashing water.

With a snow-white palm, he held the edge of the metal stand with his backhand.

It seems to have drilled out of a hole that binds the body, long black hair, fair face, golden eyes, and the iconic long coat.

Swaying slowly under the blowing of the wind.

Appeared.

The phantom of the playing center, who ignored the rules, trampled on the glory of the winner, and was pushed to the forefront by public opinion, reappeared...

She made no effort to hide her behavior, as if she deliberately advertised her existence.

Before the start of the game, before the lights of the gates were turned on, in full view, under the gaze of more than 8 pairs of eyes, stepped into the arena.

No, not right.

how can that be……

Even if they saw it with their own eyes, people also had a sense of illusion like a dream.

The common sense accumulated over the years collapsed in an instant.

What the hell is this...

"Ah."

From the girl's mouth, a voice full of foolishness came out,

Everyone, aren't you curious about my identity?

Now, I will tell you the answer.

There are fifteen contestants in total.

She bent down slowly.

The familiar movements did not conceal the purpose of appearing here.

She stands on the No.16 position.

came back……

The hands of the teahouse in Manchester covered their mouths.

She was not shocked when she learned about the appearance of "friend" in advance.

But the actions of the other party caused the teahouse to stir up a turbulent wave no less than other audiences.

Only she knows what that gesture means.

Her 'friend', finally at this moment, really came back.

Bang!

The floodgates open.

Game start.

All the horse girls burst out of their eyes at the same time.

The soft ankles supported the girl's body.

then.

The world... is gone.

……

"Do you believe there is a god in this world?"

"Do not believe."

"Then do you believe that there are souls in this world?"

The girl was silent.

"It's funny that you don't believe in God, but you believe in a soul." The red-haired girl looked at her, "Tell me how they are different."

The girl spoke slowly.

"If there is...a god in this world, then she must not care about me. If that's the case, why should I respectfully call a guy who doesn't care about me a god?"

She hates that word.

I hate these things that are flattered by the world and taller than themselves.

Even the 'God' is the same.

But the soul is different.

"My soul will never leave me."

It is all because of this soul that she has been able to live until now, supporting her frail body.

So she would rather believe that there is a soul in the world than that there is a god in the world.

She is an abandoned child.

No father and no mother.

Abnormal weight loss.

Even so, she still relies on herself to get to the present.

Her will is stronger than anyone else.

Indestructible.

"Do you live alone?"

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"I used to say no to that question."

"In return, I can tell you my name."

"Not interested in."

What a disturbing child...

But it was also because of this that this young girl deeply attracted her attention.

"I saw you running, does that mean you like it very much?"

She did not answer.

After a while, the girl spoke slowly.

"Why do you tell me the story of the three goddesses? Do you think my running style is very similar to them? Whether it's the one called Dali Arabia, or..."

"Shh-"

The opponent's fingers pressed against the girl's lips.

"Don't call God's name directly." She said, "Otherwise, every word you say will be heard by them."

"To make things mysterious."

The girl turned her head away.

"Your running form is beautiful, that's why I want to know more about you."

"I don't want to be understood by strange people..."

"Strange one, little one, it does for you."

The girl squatted down and looked at her.