Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

So Muxuan was envious, not because of her looks, but because of Sunday Tranquility's air of arrogance, self-importance, and majesty.

What kind of beating heart is contained in her chest?

If you don't understand these things, even if you reach the end of time, Mu Xuan will not understand.

Just when Mu Xuan was feeling down, her chin was softly lifted by a pair of invisible hands.

"Don't show this expression, if you are sad, I will be sad too."

She directed Mu Xuan and looked towards the field.

"In your eyes, what do you think of them? Those horse girls running on the field, do you think they are burning their youth and fighting hard, or are they wasting time and can't help themselves?"

Mu Xuan's ears moved unconsciously.

"It is undeniable that I think those who work hard for their dreams are very dazzling..." she muttered.

"So in your eyes, are they 'handsome'?"

"..."

"I can only say that it exceeded expectations..."

"So that's it, I have some clues."

"What idea?"

"The two of us are really similar." Sunday Tranquility put down her fingers and said to her, "Go for a run. Tonight, under the light of the stars and moonlight, you and the teahouse, go for a run."

"Run? But I'm not good at running."

"How will you know if you don't try it? Don't forget your identity."

"After trying it, will I know the answer?"

"Trust me." Sunday Tranquility thumped her chest, "At that time, you will definitely grow colorful wings—"

……

"My lord, should I turn off the lights?"

In the dormitory, the girl with long orange hair said.

"Don't turn off the lights! There are ghosts, there are ghosts in the school!" The emperor of the East China Sea was huddled under the quilt, with only a few stubby hairs sticking out.

This situation made the roommate who is the emperor of the East China Sea sigh helplessly.

Since returning to the dormitory, she has been hiding inside and shivering, as if some scourge is chasing her outside.

"I've watched too many ghost stories about emperors, so watch less movies, and it's easy to have nightmares at night."

"No, it's definitely not a nightmare. I clearly saw that pair of terrifying hands... Ugh! Don't remind me of it!"

The girl let out a muffled scream in the bed, and seemed determined not to come out from inside.

The orange-haired girl shrugged, then turned on the laptop and searched for newly released movies.

Anyway, I can't sleep with the lights on, so why not take advantage of this time and play for a while.

Chapter 8 The Absolute Idealist

Night is the boundary between the present world and the underworld.

When the afterglow of the setting sun, which symbolizes human civilization, is covered by the night sky, and the stars rain down on the top of the head, the surrounding air is cloudy, and the empty place is full of noisy sounds.

Countless ghosts are around the corner at night. They shuttle through the streets and soar over the houses. A man with a briefcase in his hand covers his face and complains about the cool wind. Little do he know that there are two ghosts passing by in front of him, making ear-piercing laughter.

In front of the treacherous door that was opened, the ghosts wantonly enjoyed their lunch.

Shine the ground with transparent and bright starlight.

Standing in the center of the field, black hovered around her body, mending the wounds burned by the souls of living people during the day.

"You came."

A sluggish voice came from the ear, and the Manchester City Cafe had unknowingly come behind.

"Tonight, it's more noisy than usual..."

Looking at the endless and silent training ground, Manchester City Cafe frowned.

"I hope you don't bother us."

This is true.

The cold street corner is full of passing pedestrians.On the empty road, whimpering dogs sounded.

After a noisy day, there is an equally noisy night.

Arriving at the location designated by Ning Jing on Sunday, Mu Xuan moved her wrists. She did not have such body structures as blood and muscles, and even if she fiddled with her fingers, she would not make a crackling sound from her joints.

Are ghosts without the ability to grow, sports that require hard work and accumulation?

Mu Xuan didn't quite understand, but Sunday Tranquility had already told her so, so naturally she wouldn't refuse rashly.

What is the answer, and what do you want me to see?

boom--!

The dirt blown up on the ground became the signal to start. In this place where there was no host, no audience, no stage, and no living people, a game was staged.

Mu Xuan jumped up and rushed forward.

Manchester City Cafe was briefly surprised, and followed suit.

Under the night sky, two black shadows galloped across the field.

da da da da da...

Footsteps stepped on the ground quickly, and the lights beside the track quickly retreated behind them.

Everything is so familiar.

It all started with the lights on.

Mu Xuan.

He is pure to the extreme.

When he was young, he once watched a movie. The content of the movie can't be remembered clearly now, but a part of the plot is deeply rooted in his bones.

In the icy and snowy night, the man in black casually solved the problem that had troubled the protagonist for a long time, and then left without leaving his name.

He is like a savior, always making a move at the most critical moment, and like a shadow under the light, disappearing quietly.

Unfortunately, due to a sudden fire, the production company was burned down, and all the remaining film materials were destroyed in the fire. Until the end, the identity of the man in black was not revealed in the film, but Mu Xuan couldn't remember that scene from his back.

He learned two words from the other party.

Handsome.

The handsome man who seems to ignore everything, the handsome man who seems to rule the world, that black back is like a light of hope to Mu Xuan, extremely dazzling, like a hero that everyone yearns for, and he also admires him very much.

However, different from the 3-minute enthusiasm of ordinary children, Mu Xuan will carry out this persistence to the end, and wants to become a person like the other party.

He is not a hot-blooded protagonist, he does not have a worldview of envy and hatred, nor is he a genius, with the ability to know the world. Similarly, he is not ten people who cannot make up the tragic life experience of a pair of parents.

He is an ordinary person with a harmonious family and a normal status.

He is a very persistent ordinary person.

In order to better implement the word 'handsome', Mu Xuan began to learn from superheroes in anime, wearing a black mask at night to punish evil and promote good.But doing so is very dangerous, there are many bad guys at night, and it is difficult for him to fight against those outright bad guys as he is still underage.

So he began to exercise, learn fighting skills, and make exquisite and small weapons.

He hoped to protect the threatened teenagers and girls in the dark, help them get out of trouble, and then leave without leaving their names.

Because he thought it was cool to do that.

After knocking down a few gangsters who were threatening others, they seemed to sense the danger, and never approached here again, making Mu Xuan the only suspicious-looking person wandering around at night.

The surroundings became safer, but Mu Xuan was in a bad mood.

It doesn't serve his purpose.

It's not 'handsome' enough.

When he entered high school, he began to skip classes and follow the police car to the scene of the accident. If he was lucky, he would meet the policeman who was handling the case and arrest the gangster. He could follow closely behind.

He sneaked into the company with negative news, investigated the information in the boss's room, and threw the shady deal into the mailbox of the media reporter, letting them make it public.

For the black figure in his heart that remained in his childhood, he learned how to make weapons, learn espionage techniques, and learn intelligence gathering.

His academic performance plummeted and his relationships fell apart.

But he thought what he was doing was very handsome.

It's not for other people's evaluation, it's not for producing rape and eradicating evil, and it's not for right and wrong.

No matter how many people are offended, no matter how innocent people are implicated, as long as Mu Xuan thinks he is handsome, he will do it.

This is him, a person who completely abandons the eyes of the world and lives purely for his own ideals.

An unrealistic person.

"Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought."

The girl's voice rang in my ears, the grass and mud were flying, and the invisible person was driving side by side with me.

"Did you get the results you wanted?"

not at all.

He was hit on the head by a wanted criminal who resisted, which damaged his memory.

The gangster who was put in jail found out his identity and threatened his life.

His mind is not tough enough, his will is not persistent enough.

He'll be surprised, nervous, frustrated, and remorseful.

It is still far from the 'handsome' in my mind.

"I understand, otherwise you wouldn't envy me."

This is true.

"You're more afraid of boredom than death."

……

I do not deny.

Because I think 'handsome' is the most interesting thing in the world.

I live for it.

call--

The wind was harsh, and Mu Xuan's body was galloping on the ground as if he had no weight, and the ground quickly retreated.

fast!

So fast!

The soul is burning violently, the 'heart' is beating crazily, even if the sight cannot be seen, that figure like the night sky is right in front of him——

run wild!

"Try to catch up with me!"

Sunday Serenity cries out ahead.

The other party's voice was unprecedentedly excited.

"If the world is too boring, I will definitely commit crimes—!"

The two of us are so similar.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, and the teahouse was chasing after him.

The opponent speeded up in vain, she clenched her teeth and chased after him.

This is the race between the horses and mothers, the winner is the king and the loser.

Before Muxuan's eyes, Sunday's tranquil figure slowly appeared, as if time stood still, she saw a girl in black, with soft willow-like steps, soaring to her heart's content on this dark sky-like ground, getting farther and farther away from herself...