Chapter 240 NO.3. Desire to run

Electronic records aside, this was the first time Omer had witnessed the Manchester City Cup run.

To be fair, Manchester City Teahouse did not perform well in past competitions.

Being the same age as Eri Souko, she naturally challenged the new horse race early like other high school horse racing girls, and then lost in third place.

In such a competitive event, as long as you are not first, you will be defeated. After a smooth debut, I also came in fourth when I participated in the Hochi Cup Yayoi Award and my weight dropped sharply. The Azalea Award continued to decline. It can be seen that

His body and even his mind are under some kind of pressure.

For a horse racing girl who does not have the assistance of a trainer, failure in her debut is also normal. At this time, she will either meet a trainer to correct her condition, or she will have to struggle on her own.

Manchester City Teahouse is obviously the latter. She was once unable to be signed by other trainers and could only rely on herself. This was a very difficult thing.

She is far away from her parents in Central Teresen, and although her relatives have opened a store nearby, a good child like her refuses to talk about her worries and stress in order to "not cause trouble to her uncles and aunts."

Being accustomed to being immersed in one's own world and living indifferently and conflictingly with the world is the way of life at Manchester City Tea House.

It's completely different from Sunday's quiet temper, which tries to interfere with everything.

But fortunately, there is peace on Sunday and there are other ‘friends’.

As a top student in the Psychic Department, it is natural to have a lot of ghost friends.

It is only natural that there are a few ghost friends who can give advice on horse girl competitions, and they are quite insightful——

——After all, it was the ghost I met in Tresen.

With this thought in the cafeteria, he never thought about the possibility that it was his sister who was behind it.

And two months after that, with an adjusted spirit and regained health, I stepped onto the grass field of Furano Special Race, and beat Manchester City Teahouse with an advantage of 2 horse lengths, and finally embarked on my career race.

on the right track.

——Then I touched it!

Because they did not sign a trainer, they continued to carry out student activities according to the established curriculum of Tereson High School, significantly reducing the frequency of competitions. In this way, Manchester City Teahouse gradually faded out of the sight of the game's followers.

She's not in a hurry either.

Horse racing girls all have their own reasons for running. A horse girl who doesn't find the necessary part will naturally not be anxious, just like Ari Tachyon who originally stayed in the laboratory all day.

And what’s the reason for Manchester City Cafe?

At the end of the straight, the black horse girl saw the curve before entering the curve, and also saw the same black figure standing outside the curve.

Slowing down when entering a corner, at a very close distance, the moment I met that gaze, the strong wind after cornering suddenly turned into a storm!

Sweeping on both sides.

I see……

The trainer watching from the sidelines and the brown-haired horse girl following behind all seemed to have noticed something in their scarlet eyes.

The latter followed the storm caused by the Manchester City Teahouse with a smile, as calm as if he was in the eye of the storm at the center of the hurricane, while the chestnut-haired horse girl further ahead who seemed to be leading the way refused to give an inch.

[Exceeded expectations, Plan No. 2 was abandoned, converted to Plan No. 3, and the position was corrected]

The amount of training far exceeds that of ordinary horse girls, and the result is a physical fitness that far exceeds that of ordinary horse girls. If calculated according to the five dimensions of the game, Miura Bourbon will undoubtedly crush the other two.

What's more, she also chose what she was best at, the horseback running method that would put her ahead from the start.

On this basis, even if Manchester City Teahouse suddenly accelerates, it will be difficult to overcome its barrier.

Rather, her sudden acceleration was a bit reckless, because the trainer's suggested positioning for her was to chase a horse.

A chasing horse is a follower who maintains stability in the middle position and accelerates to sprint at the end.

In comparison, hasty acceleration is a destruction of the original physical planning.

[Teahouse team member, what on earth are you...]

——

"Wow, the sequence is accelerating like this?" Yutaka Nishizaki was extremely surprised.

Outside the field, in the team composed of trainers, racing ladies, and passers-by, although they were chatting about the soul of horse racing, everyone was inevitably paying attention to the field.

"She's a little anxious," Omer said, glancing at the peaceful Sunday who was also looking at the stadium, "but it's understandable."

In that brief moment, he saw the familiar emotion in the teahouse's eyes, familiar, but even more passionate.

It was a deeper, warmer, burning desire than when we talked about the Dream Cup last night.

At this moment, he was naturally surprised. He realized that there was another extremely profound 'desire' than the strongest way of the Dream Cup.

What kind of ‘desire’ can surpass a runner’s yearning for the highest laurels?

Maybe...it can only be the original intention of running.

Omer could see clearly that although the quiet burning flame was already being licked by tongues of fire, it was not aimed at himself, but at Sunday Serenity standing beside him.

After realizing this, he would inevitably think of the writing on the note and the conversation in the dream.

Is this her reason for entering the competition?

"Miss Sunday," Homais said suddenly.

"What?" Sunday Ning's response was naturally unpleasant.

"After we finish chatting, can we run a round with Chazao-san?"

"?"

The dark Ma Niang turned her head and saw that she, who had also been attached to the tea seat to witness the training, could naturally say: "Are you no longer satisfied with squeezing those two unlucky guys?"

"No, I just want the fire to burn bigger."

He said these words softly, and his eyes were immediately shocked.

She was a runner who was also burning quietly, but out of trust in Omer, she didn't say anything.

Yutaka Nishizaki frowned and looked at him, then looked at Sunday Serenity, and finally at the Manchester City Teahouse.

in silence.

This top trainer understood what Omo meant. After all, Yutaka Nishizaki himself also indulged and even protected the true nature of the racing girl.

But my family knows their own affairs.

Yutaka Nishizaki believed that he had accumulated enough experience before he dared to carry out the kind of training method that was despised by the other group as "free-range" training. As a newcomer, Omer dared to make such a decision.

It can be said that he is not bold, and even some of his colleagues who are also young should have accused him of being a madman.

He should have corrected himself, but after some thought, he chose to wait and see.

It was not appropriate to interfere in other people's training. He also felt that Brother Omo was not that reckless. Moreover, he and Omo also had an agreement to help each other. As someone who had been through it, he could indeed give a lot of experience and guidance.

In addition, Akane Shinjo, an outsider whom they had never paid attention to, also looked at Omo with a silent smile on her face.

She didn't understand horse racing, but she also noticed the gaze from the Manchester City Cafe.

After all, it was really hot, so hot that it was scary, but it also made her feel extraordinarily familiar.

She has integrated such vivid emotions into strange sculptures countless times, and then given them life, regardless of good or evil. This is the freedom and willfulness of the creator.

Of course, it's another thing when she lets those creations start wreaking havoc.

After being redeemed by the existence she created, she looks back on the past with complications.

But that only means that her stance has changed, not her personality.

Her character has not changed, and she deeply appreciates Omer's attempt to stir up trouble.

So the only one who really spoke out because of Homais' words was Sunday Quiet.

"Don't you think this should be corrected?" When asking this question, she stared at Homais closely, her golden eyes filled with some kind of oppression.

It was rare for her to take the initiative to look at Omer like this.

There was no other reason than that she hated Omo's sometimes too sharp gaze, which seemed to cut through everything in front of her, making her avoid it.

But she never backs down when it comes to issues involving her sister.

"Which trainer would suppress a racehorse girl's desire to run?" Omer answered her very seriously, "As a human being, that is a paranoid emotion, but as a racehorse girl, it is a necessary trait.

"

"With that, she can achieve her desired goals and achieve her desired dreams."

"I will watch whether that desire will turn into an 'evil ghost', but before that..."

When he said this, he paused and faced the golden eyes. The brown eyes had already been filled with dark red.

"I just want it to flourish."

My roommate had a cough yesterday. I hope he just has a cold... We are both preparing to move back to our hometowns. It's really a shame to have a sun.
Chapter completed!