There must be no problem with the youthful struggle story between me and the horse racing girl

The peaceful smile the girl showed when she clapped her hands made Kazuo sigh at the beauty.

"Speaking of which, Xiaowan, why are you here? If I remember correctly, the competition is about to start, right? Didn't you sign up for the competition?"

Listening to the sound of the announcement in the stadium, He Chen couldn't help but wonder.

"Um... this..."

The girl showed a rare embarrassed look: "Actually... I was too tired yesterday and didn't sleep well, so I just got up now."

It seems like there is something hidden, but the question before us now is——

"No way? The registration time for the morning race has already passed... Now, the registration places are for middle and long distances that have been registered in advance for the afternoon race..."

"Um...yeah, um...then I can only run the afternoon game..."

This is probably why Xiaowan is still wandering around now, right?

However, she obviously didn't care too much about these things. Instead, she just remembered something.

"Ah" clapped his hands together: "By the way! If possible, could you please Asama-kun to come and watch my race this afternoon? I plan to sign up for the 2000m grass race."

"Eh? Is that okay? Then I will cheer you on from the sidelines."

As if she was excited because of Kazuomi's encouragement, the girl showed a sweet smile, nodded gently and responded: "Haha...Thank you, I will work hard!"

As he spoke, he also made a gesture of cheering with his arms.

He was obviously cheering for her, but for some reason, he felt a great sense of peace of mind from her words, actions, and smile.

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Today’s share is the Emperor’s treasure

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Today’s second update, there is another update tonight asking for votes and recommendations——

ps: The goal of this book is to wait until the first volume is completed before it is put on the shelves, so it is expected that the first volume will be completed at about 15-20 words.

Hope for more support.

Chapter 38 Pursuing eyes

When he returned to the audience, Yoshida glanced at him directly.

"You're too slow. Why does it take you so long to buy a coffee? The game is about to start."

"Something happened..." Fortunately, Kazuomi was in a good mood because he had met Xiaowan before, and he was too lazy to get angry with Yoshida. He simply put two cans of coffee in front of him and said:

"Which flavor do you want?"

Yoshida squinted his eyes and said, "MAX and Craft boss? There's nothing to be picky about, old man, either one will do."

He was not in a hurry to choose, but asked Kazuomi: "It's you, which one do you like?"

Hechen was stunned when he heard this, but he still answered honestly: "Well... As for me, I'd rather go with the sweet coffee pie. I'm not used to drinking too bitter coffee."

"Okay, give me the MAX."

Yoshida answered simply instantly.

Kazuo couldn't help but roll his eyes: "No... Under normal circumstances, if the conversation continues, shouldn't you choose black coffee?"

Yoshida stared back at him like an old naughty boy: "Do you think I will accommodate you because of your preferences?"

Big fire——

Yoshida hummed: "You are unwilling to try just because of preconceived notions? You just don't want to drink because you feel it is bitter? You are not even willing to believe in the possibility. If you are a trainer, how can you be competent? This But it’s a profession that gives hope to athletes. Even if you don’t want to believe in her, then who will choose to believe in her possibility?”

This call immediately rendered Kazuo speechless.Why couldn't he tell that this old man was using trivial things to teach him lessons again, even though he was reluctant to do so.But Kazuomi still listened, and handed the MAX to Yoshida without saying a word, while he kept the bitter coffee that he never wanted to touch.

As if he had made up his mind, He Chen closed his eyes and took a sip.

A slightly sour taste spreads in the taste buds, followed by a rich and extremely bitter taste. However, after swallowing, the mellow feeling left in the mouth will not dissipate for a long time, and even seems to be lingering on the tip of the tongue. It has a bit of a bittersweet taste.

Overall, the taste....

It seems not as bad as I imagined?

Surprisingly acceptable.

Seeing the change in Kazuomi's expression, Yoshida also showed an intriguing smile, "The old proverb 'inexhaustible' means not thinking about things with reason and common sense, and not treating things with preconceived notions. This is also what you have to learn. s things."

"Well...that's true."

He Chen also knew that the old man was doing this for his own good, but his method and words were a bit too awkward.

"Now that you are aware of it, please submit a [-]-word insight report."

"Then it's not necessary—"

Although he is obviously a big shot, Kazuomi can't feel the inaccessible aura from him. On the contrary, although the way Yoshida gets along with him is a bit spicy, there is no class barrier.

To put it bluntly, it's more like losing a friend over time.

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"What kind of game is it now?"

While drinking bitter coffee, He Chen turned his attention to the playing field.

"The morning was a short and middle distance cross race, and now it's the 1800m middle distance grass race." Yoshida couldn't help but look at the lawn opposite. "The one with absolute strength in this game should be Miura Bourbon, right?"

"Eh? Are you sure?"

Kazuomi was a little surprised. This was the first time he saw Yoshida make such a firm judgment.

This can no longer be summed up in one word with faith.

Yoshida snorted, feeling disdainful of Kazuomi's question.

"Boy, do you think I don't have this sharpness of sight after living for so long? At least among this group, so far, Mipo Bourbon does have a strength that far exceeds others."

Kazuomi also knew the person Yoshida was talking about. After all, he often attended classes in two shifts at BC, and he still had a deep impression on the students in the class.

Miura Bourbon, a student of Elementary Class C, is usually a taciturn person, but if he insists on speaking, it may be because he seems to have a very serious and unsmiling aura that makes him difficult to approach.

He seems to be a relatively introverted existence. At least in He Chen's eyes, he is also a lone ranger in Class C.

However, with her tall and straight figure, she is also a conspicuous presence among this group of racing girls.

She has a bright red hair color and some expressions that look a bit serious. She has the temperament of a model. If I really want to say it, it boils down to the fact that she looks very cold and serious because she has no expression. This description should be more appropriate for her. Some.

At this time, she was standing in front of Gate No. [-]. While the commentator was introducing the race, the racing ladies also took advantage of this time to do their final warm-ups.

Her limbs are very slender. Although she doesn't look like she has any muscles, for a horse racing girl, the muscle utilization rate in their footsteps is extremely high. Even the thin and petite Dajin was heading towards her that day. As soon as it came up on the leg, a bruise appeared directly on Hechen's calf.

"If you've ever watched her play, you'll know what I mean."

Yoshida said this, while Kazuomi was thinking, he noticed another existence that was easily ignored.

Petite in stature, he looks like a small animal.

What Hechen didn't expect was that Mi Yu was actually in this group. The competition she signed up for was also a 1800m middle-distance grass race.

However, what concerned Kazuomi even more was that this girl, who seemed not to attract anyone's attention at all, had her eyes fixed on Miura Bourbon, who was standing in the distance.

There was a gaze that contained a strong will, it was the Mi Yu who was cowardly and not good at contacting others that he didn't know.

This gaze pursues,

It seems that he is also chasing something.

When he realized this, the game was about to begin.

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Please recommend and collect. Today is the third update. The specific standards for bounties will be announced tomorrow. Let’s finish the first volume in one go.

Note: The beginning of Volume [-] is the real beginning of being a trainer.

Chapter 39 No Man’s Land

"The next competition is the 1800m middle distance grass race. The players are all ready to enter the gate. And I also have a report worth mentioning here. No. [-] player Miura Bourbon is undoubtedly the biggest player in this competition. According to the school's performance statistics, both she and Dao Heyi have achieved impressive results of four consecutive victories in the simulation competition. So in today's competition, can she continue to extend her record?"

This introduction undoubtedly ignited the passion in the arena. In an instant, almost everyone focused their attention on her. However, at this time, she was the same as usual.As always, indifferent and irrelevant.

It was as if all this had nothing to do with her, and in her eyes, there was only the track in front of her.

There was no one else in her eyes.

Listening to the on-site commentary, Kazuomi couldn't help but be surprised: "Four consecutive wins in the simulation competition...?"

After all, he still had to review and study by himself, and he had only watched two simulation games in Class A. But what people didn't expect now was that there was such a powerful rising star in Class C.

It's really surprising.

Yoshida added from the side: "After all, you haven't watched her games with your own eyes. I watched all her previous four games. I can only say that it is like a deserted place, like a high-speed machine."

He looked at Kazuomi and used only one word to describe Miura Bourbon.

"New Monster."

He Chen returned his gaze to the playing field. The little man was hidden behind the gate. He Chen couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could feel a kind of obsession.

Very strong obsession

Rice bath...

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The signal light on the gate slowly went out, and the arena became quiet, but it only happened in a moment.

Then—

The moment the red light comes on, the floodgates open.

Accompanied by a resounding "start."

Everyone rushed out in an instant.

"The one who stands out is Miura Bourbon! It's Miura Bourbon! As expected, it took the top spot from the beginning!!"

Almost no one could see clearly what happened at that moment, but Miura Bourbon easily stood out and rushed to the front.

"It's the quality of her feet, the way she starts..."

Before Yoshida finished speaking, Kazuomi took over as if talking to himself: "The sprinting method is like pedaling, and the jumping ability is terrifying..."

He was staring closely at the game, completely unaware of the slight change in Yoshida's expression when he looked at him.

With an momentum that was like breaking through the sky, he began to gradually widen the gap with everyone from the moment he started.

It wasn't until everything that happened next that Kazuomi truly understood why Yoshida would call Miura Bourbon a deserted place.

"Contestant No. 2 Miura Bourbon is currently leading the pack as the number one player, and it can be clearly seen that she is slowly distancing herself from Contestant No. [-] at No. [-]."

In an instant, they entered the corner, and Miura Bourbon took the lead and reached the second track in an instant.

The racing girls behind Miura Bourbon are all moved by her rhythm.Because once you don't accelerate and follow closely, the distance will increase in a straight line at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Miura Bourbon clearly did nothing, but the entire game fell into her control from the beginning.

The wind roared, and the strong cyclone formed spread backward.

The unstoppable momentum passed the mid-point of the game without any suspense.

At this time, the distance she had opened by herself was actually four horse bodies long.

"How is it possible...the startup speed from the beginning...to now has not slowed down at all..."

He Chen finally discovered something unusual.

The girl's speed has been almost exactly the same pace since the middle of the start. This is exactly like a calculated precision machine, and the speed is completely maintained on a horizontal line.

And in this rhythm, others were slowly affected.

They were simply unable to adapt to such an existence, and were completely caught up in Miura Bourbon's rhythm, high-intensity pace and speed. In the middle-distance competition, the racing girls behind them were all consumed by this rhythm.

They were simply unable to concentrate like Miura Bourbon without any distractions. Their breathing and pace were obviously messed up in this intense rhythm.

No.2, No.3... and the racing girls behind them all slowed down to a certain extent after the middle stage. When I ran middle distances in the past, I never felt as strenuous as I did today, but——