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Chapter 619 NO.201: I don’t even want to look in the mirror

In the 3000-meter arena.

There is no doubt that Aimu Orihime has the upper hand.

The mid-range field is just right for the foot quality she has trained for.

Even though he was chasing horses and did not rush to the front line of the crowd of horse girls, Homa could see that she was in good condition and that she ran calmly.

On the other hand, there was Miss Narita Lu with striking blonde hair not far in front of her.

But it looks like the distribution of physical strength is uneven.

The seemingly steady pace oozes a bit of chaos, and it is so clear under the precise capture of mechanical instruments that even the commentator will mention it with a worried face.

The Kyoto News Cup at the G2 level, because it is a few days before the finale of the classic Triple Crown, takes on the heavy responsibility of warming up the game, so it has the same number of spectators as the G1 event.

And almost too many eyes were concentrated on the two people before and after that.

Narita Lu and Aimu Orihime—the two horse girls who have already competed in the first two battles of the classic triple crown, it is a certainty that they will sign up for the Chrysanthemum Award. Participating in this G2 event is like visiting a small town.

It will inevitably take away the attention of too many audiences, and at the same time, any mistakes will be infinitely magnified.

Player Narita Road is in such a state.

Having won in the Far East Derby, she undoubtedly has more expectations from the crowd, and many fans even directly look forward to her winning the victory by defeating the beloved Orihime again.

When such fans see her like this, they will only make the stadium boo in advance.

The route of the game will faithfully feed back this scene, telling the audience who watched the video of the game a cruel fact:

Even though Chairman Akikawa strives to create a healthy, progressive, harmonious and friendly college atmosphere, outside of school, especially after playing on the field - he has to face the often ugly reality.

When they are off the field, they can face it with their trainers and their families.

But in the arena, usually they can only bear the big waves of hearts gathered by themselves.

"But if it's Aori, it won't be affected by this."

It's like a 100% true prophecy.

As an experienced person who has watched the game records several times, Meteor naturally understands that the kid's performance in this game is no problem.

"Indeed, those who concentrate on the field will naturally be able to stand firm in the wind and waves." Looking at the screen that was a fulfillment of words, Omo was not surprised.

After all, at the end of the day...

"It's better to say that in this level of competition, even the keen ears of the horse race girl can't accurately capture the words of the audience."

The footsteps of trampling on the grass, and running swiftly like lightning, brought the sound of the wind too strong, enough to cover their ears that were protected by earmuffs, or facing everything directly.

When you really have no time to pay attention to the voice on the stage, and your eyes are just looking forward, the pressure from the audience doesn't matter.

The truly unavoidable face-to-face time has always been the display before entering the gate and the preparation for the winner's stage.

In comparison, the environment of this game is far from being harsh. Before entering the gate, it was calm, but after the middle game, the undercurrent began to rage.

And at the end-

It was the hurricane, it was the last step of violence, breaking through the barrier of air in the final sprint, while sprinting forward, there was a hidden unburned fire fluttering from the eyes.

Any audience who witnessed that scene would hold their breath, and even Miss Meteor, who was more concerned about Aumer's reaction, raised her gaze at the moment along with the figure on the screen.

That is the runaway Narita Road.

In the protracted battle of 3000 meters, a long and steep slope extends from the third bend.

It is difficult to cross only with the word "effort", and it is a road that needs the blessing of previous experience to cross.

Facing such a road, the beating heartbeat sounded like a scream, and the rough breath was spit out from the burning throat.

Any racehorse woman should therefore ask herself - why run with pain in her arms?

Why move your heavy steps forward and forward?
Those who have the answer in their hearts will go one step further.

And the racehorse girl who doesn't care about this problem at all, and only runs for atonement, will also chase after him from now on.

Admiring Zhiji, she came here with her voice.

The pace of the winner of Narita Road is highly anticipated, but also, fans gathered based on admiration for Orihime's "independent racehorse girl without a trainer" and her awe-inspiring posture on the field.

Naturally, I also hope that Aimu Zhiji can "get rid of the shame".

But their voices are doomed to fail.

Not only is the movement during the final sprint usually deafening the horse girl for a short time, but also because they have never been in the eyes of admiring Zhiji.

In her eyes, she didn't even have the players rushing forward who would be passed by her.

From beginning to end, it is just locked to the end.

With the attitude of a first-class star, with the mentality of dedicating victory to someone, if you can't do this, it's a waste of effort.

In this way, she drives forward at a faster speed.

Like a meteor across the sky, it actually burns in the atmosphere.

It seems to take off all the weight until the shape pins and bones stand.

This is just a G2 race, but the two still tried their best, and even went one step further. In the nearly parallel crossing line, the machinery on the high platform gave a small gap in solemnity and solemnity.

Aiming for Orihime to make a comeback.

Countless cheers came, and she even raised her hands to her chest, making prayer-like movements, as if responding to the cheers, making the shouts go further and go straight to the sky.

At this moment, Meteor suddenly turned his head to look: "Do you have any insights? Trainer Linton."

"It feels pretty bad."

Homa, who seemed not immersed in the picture, looked at the ending picture suspended by the meteor, and answered very simply.

"Self-impressed martyrs and spectators, even comical to look at, minimize the value of the losing contestants."

"Your words are really..."

"It's not pleasant, right?" He raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and Omer closed his eyes immediately.

There is no need to tell the other party to back up and replay, his memory itself allows to support that function. It can easily freeze the unsmooth state of Narita Road at the beginning, and can even lock in the berserk posture of the love Orihime in the final sprint.

If you really run at all costs, there will naturally be no beautiful ending with 360° without dead ends.

The expressions of most Ma Niangs when crossing the line... Even if it can't be said to be hideous, it can still be said to be a little bit of beauty.

Putting it on a promotional poster has a certain probability that it needs to be re-cut or even re-shot.

And what the brown-haired horse girl displayed was a cold rage.

It is exactly the same as Bourbon, as if it is for nothing else but to run for victory, the only difference is that her posture is more like she wants to get rid of all burdens.

For horse girls, what is a burden?
Is it the pendant on the clothes, the shoe on the running shoes, or the thoughts that often occur in girlhood?
No, none of these.

The answer is the flesh.

Only the flesh is the only burden.

When these horse-eared girls set foot on the field, their souls have reached the finish line, and the burden that cannot be removed is the body.

When the body follows the violent trajectory of the soul across the runway, it can be regarded as being itself.

There is nothing missing in my heart.

There is no doubt that Ai Mu Zhi Ji has achieved this extreme.

She overcame that burden, and that spirit was enough to move people, which made Aomo reject him from the bottom of his heart.

He was so repulsed that he couldn't bear to look down, so that he sighed, causing Meteor to cast a puzzled look.

Before that, he thought he was calm enough.

But sure enough...

"After all, it is difficult for people to reconcile with the past..."

(End of this chapter)