Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

Even though she loves Zhi Ji, she doesn't understand.

Looking around, there were incomprehensible scenery everywhere, and those mysterious patterns made her think that she was in a dream.

But if it is a dream, the thinking is too clear.

Not that hazy feeling.

She could even see the long eyelashes of the girl sitting and lying on the ground with her eyes closed tightly shaking slightly.

Not only that……

Aimu Zhiji quietly stretched out her finger and poked the girl's face.

Very smooth, very soft, like a ball of carefully cultivated cotton.

Her cheeks were still warm.

So is this a dream?

Aimu Zhiji couldn't answer.

Sitting next to the black-haired girl, Aimu Orihime looked around blankly.

What should we do now?It seems that there are only the two of them here, and Aimu Zhiji can't understand what's going on now if she doesn't wake up the girl.

She poked the girl's face quietly again, hoping that she would wake up here.

But the other party seems to have entered a certain state, no matter how Aimu Zhiji touches her, she still keeps her eyes closed and doesn't care about the outside world.

Surely not?

For Aimu Zhiji who likes to be alone, this is already what she can do, the maximum physical contact.

If you really want to hold the opponent's shoulder and shake it violently...

Honestly, it's hard to do.

After holding her head and thinking for a while, Aimu Zhihime turned her head away.

There is no other way, the other party looks like he won't wake up for a while.

Sorry, girl who looks like a teahouse, I didn't mean to bother you.

Just as her hands were slowly approaching the girl's shoulders, a voice came from behind.

"Interesting, you're not that kid."

The sudden cold voice made Aimu Zhiji's heart tighten, and she quickly turned her head to look in the direction from which the voice came.

However, there are only various patterns exuding wonderful luster wandering around, and there is no one at all.

"Who's there!" she asked sharply.

"Roar? Your reaction is also normal, not like a ghost."

At this moment, the voice came to her again, as if an invisible person was constantly looking around her.

"Are you a human who just died?"

the voice asked.

"Or the creatures who haven't crossed the River Styx?"

"who are you!"

Instinctively approaching the black girl, Aimu Zhiji held up her courage and asked tenaciously in the face of such a strange scene.

"Who am I? Before that, I should explain first, who are you?"

"I?"

"Yes."

As soon as the voice fell, a mirror rose from the ground.

A girl with long brown hair stands in front of a mirror.

The girl's stunned expression was reflected in the purple pupils.

this is me?

No, it's different...

Aimu Zhiji caressed the cold mirror.

Although she looks similar to herself, Aimu Zhiji clearly feels that 'she' is different from herself.

The girl inside is weaker and more in need of care.

It looks like a budding flower in a greenhouse, delicate and ignorant.

this is not me.

Aiming Orihime tried to touch the girl's face in the mirror.

The slightly opened mouth seemed to be whispering something.

'elder sister……'

she said so.

"elder sister……"

Aimu Zhiji spoke.

She couldn't tell whether it was the person in the mirror who was talking, or herself.

"I see, is this the invisible red line between souls?"

A black figure appeared behind the girl. On her fair face, the golden pupil was looking at her.

Turning her head hastily, Aimu Zhiji saw that the black-haired girl was still lying on the ground.

In the mirror, it was not her reflection.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Take it easy, it happens every once in a while."

The black girl smiled.

"One person's soul lives another person's story."

"I don't know……"

Aimu Zhiji stared blankly at the mirror, she wanted to stretch out her hand and pull the person in the mirror out.

She has too much to say to that person.

A long, long time ago, Aimu Zhiji had the feeling that the sister who died in her mother's arms was somewhere in the world, constantly... constantly looking for her.

Aimu Zhiji has always believed that it is her own sister who gave up her life and let her come into this world.

So in Aimu Zhiji, another person's soul is carried on her back.

do you recognize me

Aimu Orihime spoke in an inaudible voice.

I am...

Boom-!Boom-!Boom-!

The pendulum overhead made a heavy clang.

"Looks like the time has come."

The black girl said.

"Time, what time?"

"Go back." She waved her hand, "Living people can't stay in the world of souls."

Seeing a layer of white mist gradually rising, it was as if the dream was about to burst and be sent back to the real world.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Aimu Zhiji yelled.

"Can I still see her!"

"I don't know." The black girl replied.

"It depends on fate."

In the broken world, the sound came to the ears.

She stretched out her hand abruptly, trying to hold onto the leaving figure tightly.

However, it was empty.

The bell sounded faster and faster, and the sound became more and more urgent, and finally turned into a series of ringing bells.

Jingling, jingle, jingle—!

The alarm clock sounded next to her ears, and the girl blinked blankly.

A chandelier with a star pattern hangs from the ceiling.

wake up.

The girl breathed heavily, and what happened just now faded away in her mind like foam that melted in water.

No... This is a very important thing, and it must not be forgotten!

She tried her best to remember, but no matter how clear the dream was, she would inevitably start to forget it after waking up.

Just when Aimu Zhiji pressed her brows and kept silently recitation of her experience, the quilt next to her suddenly moved.

Turning her head, Aimu Zhiji saw a girl in light gray pajamas with long black hair like a waterfall lying beside her, her golden eyes were full of disbelief.

"It's you, you are...you are..."

Aimu Zhiji sat up from the bed on the spot.

On the other side, the girl with the brown curly hair heard the startled voice, stretched in a daze, and got up from the bed.

"Good morning... teahouse."

she said vaguely.

"Tea, teahouse..." Hearing this name, Aimu Zhiji blinked.

At the same time, the teahouse in Manchester also sat up and looked at Aimu Zhiji in dismay.

"That... I love Zhi Ji." She said slowly, "Why are you on my bed?"

Testimonials

Unexpectedly, it has been such a long time from an idea at the beginning to the conception of the whole book.

Let me talk about the setting of this book first.

In fact, the character setting of this book is mainly based on a sentence in the successor section of the Manchester Teahouse plot.

"That horse girl is proud of her near-extreme speed, she seems to look a lot like the cafeteria in Manchester"

Thus was born the protagonist of the ghostly Sunday serenity in the appearance of an old teahouse.

And now, this black horse girl who only exists in the author's head rushed onto the track without saying a word.

That's right, the kind that can't be stopped.

So here, the author briefly talks about the future arrangements.

In fact, it is very simple, that is, after the daily routine, the competition chapter, and after the competition chapter, continue the daily routine.

In daily life, I mainly introduce the characters in the next game.

As for what to write in the game article.

This is going to go beyond the scope of the role of the horse racing girl game.

Due to the changes in the competition specifications in the first volume, new and old characters will basically appear on the stage, needless to say new characters, Golden Age and others.

For the old characters, for example, Narita Shirahito, who used to be the representative of the Thousand Representatives of the Triple Crown and became the Triple Crown.