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"That's the talisman that Kallen hoped Aiwo would ask for with Kallen. It's also for the short-distance race in early September~!"

"Short distance?"

"Hmm~...it's the G1-level short-distance championship."

"But I don't think about sprints..."

"The point is the amulet! The amulet! Will my sister reject Kallen's amulet?"

"...I should have said, Ji Ling, don't call me sister so easily..."

Faced with the tearful eyes of her lovely roommate, Aimu Zhiji is always hard to calm down, especially today she still thinks that she is abnormal.

It was as if she had been eroded into a 'weakness' by something, and today she has more than once aroused some desires that are contrary to her usual style.

It made her seem to return to those three or four years old for a short time.

At that time, I didn't understand anything, I didn't even know that my life was preserved at the expense of my sister.

Selfishly wasting life and time, wanting to make more friends, and even taking the initiative to play house with children of the same age.

That look...just like that Narita road.

In the mouths of those people, it is called lively and outgoing, right?

It's really... I can't see it!

This is the attitude of Ai Mu Zhi Ji towards the past.

The so-called past events should have been buried in the depths of memory, gradually degaussed and distorted as time goes by, until the touch of origin energy or technology makes it vivid again and is grasped by people again.

But before that, she couldn't help but think about it.

So that memory will always be vivid.

It was so vivid that she wanted to reprimand herself at that time.

[Clearly there are other choices, why bother to force yourself? 】

"..."

Thinking of the picture that can always torture him, he will also unconsciously think of the angry words.

other options?

Where are the other options? !
There is only victory in front of me, and I will dedicate that glory to that child.

For this reason, even during the nap time of many people in the school, she would still show up on time in front of the sand track of the endurance training ground.

Tuck the little guard under the tracksuit, zip it up, and take a deep breath... Aimu Zhiji stared at the really deserted training ground, thinking to herself, this is the environment and atmosphere she is familiar with .

But today there always seems to be some abnormal situation, just like at this moment, when she just set the countdown to training on the light screen in front of her, and then took a deep breath and was about to start walking——

She moved her ears slightly, turned her head subconsciously, and saw the horse girl with chestnut red hair roaring past her.

It also carried heavy rubber tires that made her dodge subconsciously, but in fact, even if she didn't dodge, she would not be hit.

But even if you know this, it is completely unavoidable.

It made her fall on the spot in a daze, and let the value of the stopwatch floating beside her continue to move forward.

Is that Miura Bourbon?

Even she, who is not good at gossip, still has some impressions.

After all, in the previous year, the other party was still an opponent she needed to study, and he was very popular.

But in the later conflicts with the trainers, he brazenly made a choice of self-cultivation.

It made countless fans regretful, and it also made countless horse girls eager to compete with her have mixed feelings.

Or secretly happy, thinking that there is one less powerful enemy on the road.

There may be regrets, but also because there is one less powerful enemy on the road.

There may be sorrow, the rabbit died and the fox thought sadly that he might have this time in the future.

Perhaps fortunately, I believe that finding a suitable trainer for the racehorse girl's career is far more important than winning the race, otherwise it is better to stop first...

Such thoughts are numerous.

But in the end, she returned after only half a year's rest, and she did not change her trainer, but only had the attitude of a "semi-automatic horse girl" acting as a trainer.

Regarding this, she rejected the applications of the trainers and admired Orihime, who has been walking alone, of course, she would not feel uneasy or secretly happy like ordinary horse girls.

All she cares about is whether she will have another obstacle.

That's right, "obstacles".

Different from many horse girls who are influenced by the atmosphere of "love each other and big family" in Central Treisen, who really think about "friendship first, competition second", Aimu Zhiji's attitude towards competition has always been very pragmatic.

Or utility.

As long as you win, it doesn't matter what other people do.

A running machine without blood or tears - in this respect, Aimu Zhiji has done a much more thorough job than Miura Bourbon.

For her, running is not a pleasure, but a task.

Since it is a task, it is naturally utilitarian and pragmatic.

Even the training was a preparation for the task, and as a martyr, she had an ascetic self-oppression.

Acting in a gesture of 'atonement', even 'torture' himself can get some forgiveness that seems to alleviate some sins.

She has lived like this for many years, it can be said that she has never had any distracting thoughts.

But now, looking at Namiura Bourbon's posture when he ran away, she simply had the idea of ​​"wanting to run".

"..."

Compared with the previous craving for ice cream and honey special drink, this time the thought seemed much more normal, so even if she realized it, she didn't have much surprise on her face.

Just silent, looking at the legs under his feet.

Then look back at the rubber tires that are also attached to the body and are used for the road wheels of some kind of large chariot.

After pondering for a while, she still decided to take a step forward.

At the same time, Miura Bourbon, who was running ahead, had already heard the announcement from the microphone in his ear:

"Okay, that guy is running! How about your question? Mr. Bourbon, how many laps can you last?"

The high-spirited and frivolous female voice is undoubtedly the Eri Tayiko who was warned by the surroundings to be 'bad in the stomach', and she is also a teammate of the same team as her.

Under the package of the wind, Bourbon replied: "Search the past records: it is confirmed to be four laps."

"Four laps? All right! The two-year competition system is really strong, so you can maintain this pace, and you don't need to change if you are overtaken by her. Anyway, she won't be able to overtake for long, and she will still lag behind you."

"According to the teahouse's information, her performance in terms of endurance is not bad, but she is far inferior to you."

"Detection logic abnormality: her training intensity is much higher than mine."

"If you can see growth as long as you work hard...what do you need professional knowledge? What do you need a trainer for?
"Don't think as dead as her, Mr. Bourbon~!"

"learn."

"Yes, just use this momentum to bring a little self-discipline shock to that wild girl who doesn't have a trainer but troubles our trainer."

"Make her realize that training that is not even efficient is meaningless. She has nothing to do except self-satisfaction."

Erie Tachyon, who was holding the microphone next to her ear, said with a smile, which was enough to make the cafeteria look strangely familiar.

It seems to have seen the shadows of some trainers.

And the admiration for Miss Zhi Ji, who made her pay more attention, also has a bit of familiar darkness.

She suddenly had an absurd sense of déjà vu, just like the trainer she had been watching all the time before the competition, always carrying out some kind of confrontation in her heart.

She has never been able to see that confrontation clearly, and only hopes that he can briefly show his true self to himself on the field.

And now, she seemed to see that confrontation reappearing in a very subtle way.

Between Tachyon right now and Miss Orihime who was on the phone.

But when she was attracted by such absurd visual sense, the other party suddenly knocked on the microphone and turned to look:
"Don't keep looking at this side, Tea House, is Ai Mo Zhi Ji and her sister running?"

When she asked this question, she had a happy expression on her face, as if this was also a worthwhile and valuable experiment for her.

"Just to make sure, we still need endorphins and dopamine to continue to infect that guy."

"In order to fix her stupid older sister, she needs to work harder!"

Along the winding path, Homa moved forward.