Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

The news she sent was a rare treasure in the endless torrent of information garbage all day long.

As a reporter, how could he miss such a good opportunity.

Although now speaking of the word 'reporter', it feels more like a slur...

Ten minutes later, Izumi Fujii saw a girl in black short-sleeved, ponytail and familiar sunglasses walking over.

"Hello, Fujii reporter."

The other party said hello.

"Hello."

Speaking of which, the other party didn't seem to tell me my name when I greeted you last time?

Or did he focus on the symbol of Sirius at that time, leaving her name behind...

"You are the student of Teresan I saw last time, right? I'm sorry that I'm a bit busy with work, and I can't remember many things clearly. What's your name?"

"peaceful."

"Miss Tranquility, right, nice to meet you." Reporter Fujii nodded, "That Miss Phantom...does she have a long story to tell me?"

"It's short, but there are some things I need to ask you."

"Well, if you don't mind then, how about going to the cafe next door?"

At this point in time, the sun outside was shining brightly, so it was really not a good place to talk.

"I do not mind."

The girl agreed, and the two came to the familiar coffee shop.

After ordering something from the menu to deal with it, the two began to get down to business.

"Reporter Fujii, do you know how many GI Rewards there are now?"

Hearing this kind of question, Fujii Izumi was stunned for a moment. After reacting for a while, he replied truthfully: "I remember that there are about 23 GⅠ-level competitions held every year."

"Probably one or two games every month, but the most concentrated in December, there are usually four or five GI games."

"So far, has any horse girl participated in all the GI competitions?"

"No." He was very sure of that.

"Looking at the entire history, no horse girl has the ability to participate in all GI competitions."

First of all, there is no fundamental difference between grass and mud. The race schedule alone ranges from 1000 to 3000 meters to [-] meters.

Every horse girl has her own distance that is good at, either a short distance that is good at speed, or a long distance that requires extreme endurance.

The difference in training and the innate body have already shown that, as race horse girls, they cannot give full play to their full strength in the races that they are not good at.

For horse girls with long-distance adaptability, if they participate in short-distance races, the race is over before their speed is raised.

How is it possible to get a good ranking in this situation.

No one is foolish enough to play a must-lose game.

not to mention.

"Some GI games will be held consecutively in the morning or afternoon."

After one game is over, the next game is held immediately.

The intensity of consecutive competitions would be too much for any horse girl, so there is no option to win two consecutive GI matches in a short period of time.

Therefore, for horse racing girls, some games have to be given up.

Listening to reporter Fujii's description, the other party nodded thoughtfully.

Immediately afterwards, reporter Fujii added: "Actually, there are not as many GI events worthy of attention as it sounds."

"Among the GI competitions, there are only eight most valuable and glorious events that have been passed down to this day."

People call it the 'Eight Great Race'.

They are [Sakura Award], [Satsuki Award], [Oak Competition], [Japan Derby], [Chrysanthemum Award], spring [Emperor Award], autumn [Emperor Award] and [Arima Memorial].

For the horse girls, these eight games are of great significance to their lives.

If they can win multiple competitions here, in the world of horse racing girls, it is estimated that there will be another uproar no less than the birth of an 'Emperor'.

"However, even the 'Emperor' couldn't win all the eight games."

"why?"

"Due to restrictions on entry conditions, the 'emperor' who chose the classic triple crown cannot participate in other competitions."

But whether it is the classic three crowns, or the spring three crowns and autumn three crowns, for the horse racing girl, it is already an honor that is enough to leave a name in history.

Having said so much, reporter Fujii's mouth was already parched, and he drank the drink served to moisten his throat.

In fact, before the appearance of the [Sparkling Series], the Eight Great Races were the top races among horse racers.

Even if there are more and more GI races later, the Eight Great Races are still in the first echelon, an unshakable existence.

At present, the "Eight Great Races" are fully in charge of the Jockey Girls Competition Association, which is URA, the center of people's mouth.

Hearing this, the girl smiled and said, "A little bit, I'm interested..."

"Ok?"

"As you said, the eight major races."

If there is any horse girl who can win all the eight major races.

What a sight that would be.

"Ahaha, how is it possible? According to the rules, it is impossible for a horse girl to win eight games."

"Rules...are they important?"

When reporter Fujii lamented the girl's unrealistic thoughts, the other party suddenly spoke.

A few simple words made Fujii Izumi's heart skip a beat.

Rules... do they matter?

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, cold sweat was brushing his forehead, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

What does this sentence mean...?

Hello!Wait a minute, she asked about the situation of the GI competition, maybe she wanted to——

"A long time ago, there was a horse girl." The girl suddenly said.

"In order to pursue the ultimate speed, she kept running on the grass."

"Day after day, year after year, she's getting faster and faster."

"However, that horse lady didn't feel complacent about it, but instead felt an unprecedented disappointment."

why?

the girl asked.

yeah why?

Fujii Izumi could not answer.

However, the other party did not continue talking.

He took out a letter from his pocket, and the girl handed it to him.

"The ghost's identity cannot be revealed, so please, Mr. Reporter, hand it over to the central government for her."

In other words, from the magnificent and mysterious world of nothingness, the black ghost born will take away the glory that belongs to the winner.

There is no light in this arena.

So far, the night is eternal--

After leaving these words, the girl turned and left the seat.

Looking at the letter in his hand, Fujii Izumi swallowed hard.

His hand was shaking uncontrollably, as if he was holding a priceless treasure that could overturn the history books!

Opening the letter and seeing the contents inside, a face that was extremely stiff due to excessive tension showed an exaggerated smile.

"Heh...haha...hahaha! Hahahaha——!!!"

Under the surprised eyes of the customers around him, he laughed like crazy.

That's right!That's right! !

This is the news I want to see!

Chapter 117 Declaring War on the Central Committee

"Suzuka-san, Suzuka-san! Something serious happened—!"

Silent Suzuka, who was using a hair dryer to maintain his tail, was startled by the noisy sound outside the door, only heard a 'bang', just went out to prepare for breakfast, and stumbled back.

She was holding a newspaper in her hand and looked very anxious.

What's the matter, is Xiao Te okay?

Just when Wusheng Suzuka was worried, those messy footsteps finally stumbled together, with a 'plop', the girl fell to the ground on the spot, and slowly slid along the floor in front of Wusheng Suzuka.

"Xiao Te!?"

"It hurts, my nose... ah! Suzuka-san, look at this!" Holding his red nose, Te Zhou jumped up, excitedly raised the newspaper in his hand, and pointed to the top line of text.

Although he was a little concerned about the blood slowly flowing from Te Zhou's nasal cavity, Silent Suzuka still followed her fingertips and read the words on it.

Just after reading a few words, Silent Suzuka widened his eyes and covered his mouth in disbelief.

"Impossible..."

In red headlines, eye-catching text reads like this:

[Sincerely -]

……

Jingle Bell--!Jingle jingle jingle! !

Before I got up in the morning, I was woken up by the loud ringing of the phone.

Looking at the clock on the wall, the pointer is not even seven o'clock.

Who on earth called so early, a whole hour earlier than work time!

The blond woman, who was rarely able to sleep peacefully, rubbed her eyes, suppressed the anger in her heart, adjusted her state, and connected the phone with a working tone.

"Hey?"

"Chairman! It's not good! Watch the news!"

"news?"

Listening to the anxious voice of the other party, I always feel a little familiar, and the chairman of the Central Committee faintly feels that something is wrong.

Immediately, he took out his mobile phone and flipped through today's Times. The Chairman of the Central Committee's eyes widened.

The blue veins in his fingers gradually bulged, and the original drowsiness disappeared.

She gritted her teeth and said to the person in charge on the phone in a voice that was almost frantic:

"Come here by car! I'm going to the media company now, see the news editor!! Hurry—!"

……

On October [-]th, the content of a column spread all over the streets and alleys the moment it was published.

There are only a few lines of text on it, but the information contained is enough to cause an uproar in the horse racing world.

People are scrambling to pass on the theory.

[A place full of desire for profit and arbitrarily powerful. ]

In Teresan, the students read the newspapers they just bought.

[The old lion has already decayed. ]