I'm a pegasus, not a racehorse girl

Kawamura Hiyori was slightly disgusted and moved away from the man beside him.

"It can't be helped. It's not so easy to get used to it. It's not easy for me to resist smoking in front of Ma Niang."

Shibazaki Koichi took a big puff of cigarette with a wry smile, and then let it out slowly.

"Be careful with your body, idiot!"

With a resigned remark, Kawamura stopped talking.

Because she knew that she couldn't persuade him at all, and the person who could really persuade Shibazaki was now on the field.

"But you are really too laissez-faire with Fujimasa. Every competition, every competition that Linguang participates in, as long as she has no health problems, she will participate."

Somewhat unhappy, he patted his childhood sweetheart on the back hard, Hiyori felt very incomprehensible.

"Fujimasa is obviously a horse race girl who can win honors, but since she followed in Linguang's footsteps, she hasn't even won a single victory. Don't you think it's a pity?"

"Have it?"

With a smile in his words, Shibasaki spit out a cloud of smoke.

"Of course, I can't stand it anymore, that kid Fujisawa hasn't won any championships in a year!

That's a shame for her talent.If you avoid Linguang, the result will be much better. "

Hiyori folded her arms around her chest, with a completely incomprehensible annoyance on her face.

"Hahaha, so this is the reason why you haven't been admitted to the Central Committee...Pfft!!"

Shibasaki was beaten in the stomach by Hiyori angrily.

"I give you a chance to reorganize the language."

"Ahem...I mean you're not mature enough, that's your shortcoming."

"..."

The originally angry expression gradually subsided, Kawamura Hiyori fell into deep thought.

"Tell me in detail."

"Really." Rubbing his stomach, Shibazaki managed to recover his breath.

"You, you don't understand March at all, her thoughts, her wishes, but she has never been a champion."

"She just likes to run, likes challenges, and likes this competitive friendship. Champion? That thing is not worth a penny."

"And I am her trainer. It is my mission to satisfy her desire. Apart from physical health, I will respect her wishes."

Frowning, Hiyori looked at his childhood sweetheart who was completely different from before, and his inner thoughts were in a mess.

"But your resume is bound to the vine, so your future..."

But it was cut off in the middle of the conversation.

"So you're still too young, Hiyori. Let's talk about it after you understand the weight behind the word trainer."

After finishing speaking, Mimi Shibasaki, ignoring her childhood sweetheart who had been grinding her teeth for 100 years, took a deep breath and looked at the arena at this time.

There, Fujisho March had already stepped onto the stage, and her eyes scanned the auditorium before stopping here.

"Humph."

Shibazaki gave her a thumbs up, and only took it back after getting a smile in response.

He quietly glanced at the thoughtful Hiyori beside him, and sighed inwardly.

"Rihe, the trainer is responsible for the fate of the racehorse girls, sharing their joys, sorrows and joys.

They entrusted their future and trust to the trainers, but we cannot reciprocate with the same awareness.

The career of a racehorse girl is only three or four years, but our career will continue until we are old. '

'As long as I meet a talented racehorse girl in the future, the reputation will rise. It can be said that the cost of trial and error is extremely low.

But what about those racehorse girls who trust you?Will they have a chance to come back?That's why I agree with the March decision.

Since she chose the path of no regrets and blocked her possible honor for it, then I have nothing to back down.

A mere resume, not even one-tenth of her awareness. '

"What's more, who said that the marching song's continuous loss to Linguang means that it has no honor?"

Throwing the cigarette in his hand to his feet, Shibazaki stomped it out with those boots, a smile was hanging on the corner of his mouth at this moment.

Chapter 190 Goodbye, testimonial (1)

"Here we come, the second most popular, the indomitable who has been defeated repeatedly, and the powerful horse girl who has won No. 2 in more than eight games in the competitions that Linguang participated in! Fuji is marching!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

"March! March! March!"

Rhythmic snoring came to mind in the auditorium.

The audience still had considerable enthusiasm for this horse race girl who hadn't won a single victory this year.

"What! Why are they so enthusiastic?"

Kawamura Hiyori seemed taken aback, she didn't understand the situation at all.

"So Hiyori, you're still too young."

Koichi Shibazaki felt the same way when he was praised for his role as a horse racing girl. A happy smile appeared on his face that had never fluctuated.

"No one ever said that only the winner is everything, the charm of competition is far more than that.

It is precisely because the road to No. [-] is so difficult that the determination to never give up shines brighter. "

"Of course, it's impossible for her to admit it herself."

…………

"Come, come, come! The sun that everyone is looking at, the flawless hard worker! Tianchao who has established a new strength, and the horse girl who is far ahead and back to everyone behind!"

"Margaret Linguang!"

"~~~~~~~~"

No need to say, no need to describe, the cheers present have revealed everything.

From ancient times to the present, there has never been a place where horse racing girls have received so many support and expectations.

Only she did.

"No matter how many times I watch such a scene, I will always sigh. Sister Linguang, you are really amazing."

The Eternal Light that accompanied Linguang in the passage couldn't help but make such a sound.

They haven't left the corridor yet, and the voices outside have already shocked them.

"Ashamed, I hope my performance can be worthy of this love."

Linguang was as humble as ever, and this modesty even made Yong Guang Deng feel outrageous.

"I can't understand why you underestimate yourself, Sister Linguang, but I think you should be more proud. Now you are the eternal goal of horse racing girls everywhere."

"Little lamp, you don't understand, modesty is a kind of self-discipline and a kind of reflection, she doesn't mean that I will look down on myself.

On the contrary, because I have high expectations of myself, I will be more humble. "

Linguang refuted his attitude towards life, while Yong Guang Deng waved his hands with a "yes, yes, yes" expression on his face.

"Okay, I see, it's time for you to play, Miss Linguang."

The doorway of the passage is right in front of you, and the eternal light stopped here.

"I'm off, Little Lantern."

"Oh! Just like countless times before, let's win the victory beautifully!"

With his hands on Linguang's back, he let Linguang trot out of the passage along with his strength, and the ever-bright lamp just smiled and looked at Linguang's back.

"Actually, when I first came to be a logistics lady, I had a lot of small thoughts, but it gradually changed when I got along with you, Sister Linguang.

That tenderness, that integrity, that caring heart for others all deeply affected me. "

Stretching out his hand forward, he felt the agitation deep in his heart.

Everbright Lamp had an inexplicable feeling that she did possess some kind of power that could make her move forward on the field.

"It's a pity. If it was in the past, I might happily use it to gallop on the field."

His heart was filled with the desire to run, but Yong Guang Deng took his hand back and pressed it hard on his heart.

"But now that I have someone I can rest assured of, this power may never be shown in front of others again, but it's not bad."

Recalling this year's relationship, Everlight smiled contentedly.

…………

"Come on, our popularity number one is undisputed and unrivaled. She has come to the display stand. How long will she break the competition record this time!"

"Let's cheer!"

Stepping on the already familiar stage and welcoming the audience with the same enthusiasm, Linguang did not waver because of it.

Pulling off the coat with his left hand and putting his right hand on his heart, Linguang performed this familiar and unforgettable courtesy to the audience.

"Oh, this etiquette again, Linguang's unique action!"

"Ah, to be honest, it's not that there are no racehorse girls trying to imitate this handsome and neat etiquette, but it really is the most flavorful in the presence of light."

"Of course, Linguang was given the nickname 'Knight' by the audience in the previous "Outside of the Arena" magazine because of her various acting styles."

("Outside the Arena", the name of the magazine Rudolph symbolizes.)

"However, if you ask me, I still recognize the nickname given to her by Linguang's opponents."

"Oh, I understand, you mean 'Bright Knight', right? Indeed, I also think this nickname is more in line with Linguang's temperament."

The commentator was blowing water casually there, and Linguang had already stepped off the display stand and came to the sandy ground to prepare for exercise.

Stretch your limbs and move your muscles.

Of course, the most important point is to feel the feeling of the track.

It's just that when Linguang stepped on this sandy ground, he felt something different from before.

'The ground, it feels a bit hard, extraordinarily hard, just a little bit better than concrete. '

After walking around, Linguang confirmed this fact, and she soon understood what was going on.

"Yesterday's heavy rain caused the ground to absorb too much water. It is still winter, and the temperature has just dropped, causing the sand to freeze?"

"It seems that everyone's speed will improve this time. It's just that after running, you may have to rest for a while for health."

Linguang thought worriedly.

"Everyone enters the gate!"

Just as she was thinking like this, a burst of melodious music sounded, and at the same time the voice of commentary spread throughout the arena.

"Group number one, Margaret Linguang!"

"No. [-] of the second group,..."

"Now, all sixteen racehorse girls have entered the gate! Let's wait for the start of the race!"

Inside the gate, Linguang took a deep breath.

It was this sense of isolation again, the field of vision was compressed to the minimum, and all I saw was that small world.

But her heart has seen the distant scenery.

The nervous breathing of the opponent, the cold and hard texture of the track, the waving arms of the audience, and the trusting eyes of Everlight.

"It's time to run again."

The slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and at the same time, all the indicator lights above the gate changed.

With a "bang", the iron gate in front of him popped open, and all the horse girls finished exiting the gate within a second.

The Kasamatsu Memorial Tournament has officially begun.