The horse racing girl who became a close friend

But it is a pity that there is a cup of hot tea that is not yet cold on Nagoshi Ichiro's table. Optimistically, it is estimated that Minister Daisuke took him away and destroyed the body.

While giving blessings to Ichiro Nagoshi, who took the blame for him, Yang Hui walked back and forth in the trainer's office holding his notebook.

"Ah? How do you teach a horse racing girl to run? I have to learn about this problem."

"Um, shouldn't this be something you are born with? Did someone teach you how to breathe?"

"The angle of the question you asked is indeed very unique. I think it should be analyzed from a psychological perspective... For example, will the horse racing girl have been exposed to any stimulation that caused stress disorder or something..."

After asking around, Yang Hui was disappointed. Generally speaking, the opinions of all the trainers were: How can there be a horse racing girl in the world who can't run?Are you just having fun?

But one trainer made a very unique statement. Horse racing girls must be born to run!But could there be some reason why the horse race girl is instinctively unwilling to run?

In addition, when giving Ruri a test before, Director Daisuke once said that Ruri's running posture was like a human who is afraid of falling.

After expressing gratitude to the foreign trainer named Aznable, the time has reached [-] noon.

Yang Hui rushed to the Academic Affairs Office without stopping, firstly to rescue Ichiro Nagoshi, and secondly to ask Minister Daisuke for his opinion.

Although Minister Daisuke said that he didn't know and didn't want to get involved, for Liuli, even if he accompanied him to the bathroom today, stole his toilet paper and threatened him, he still had to find out the reason!

Yanghui clenched his fists and must find a solution before Liuli discovered the problem. This was the only thing he could do for her as a trainer.

Yanghui rushed to the Academic Affairs Office without stopping, but suddenly, the campus radio rang:

"Trainer Yanghui, please come to the A1 infirmary quickly."

"Trainer Yanghui, please come to the A1 infirmary quickly."

"Trainer Yanghui, please come to the A1 infirmary quickly."

With a temperature of more than 30 degrees, Yang Hui suddenly felt a chill running down his back.

Yang Hui believes in gods because his premonitions are always very good.

But now, for the first time, he hated his own premonition so much:

Something might have happened to Liuli, this was the first thought that popped into Yanghui's mind.

Then Yanghui slapped himself, as if to expel the premonition from his mind.

Yanghui turned around and ran towards area A1.

In the distance, there is an office in the Academic Affairs Office building.

Ichiro Nagoshi put down the telescope and sighed softly: "Isn't this too difficult for a novice?"

Minister Dai Jie also put down the telescope, "You also saw the video recorded by Yang Hui last time and watched it twice. Why didn't you tell Yang Hui what you saw?"

Nagoshi Ichiro shook his head: "It's useless to read it several times. This is a problem between the two of them. I am an outsider and I am not omniscient and omnipotent."

"Oh, I'm not omniscient, but Trainer Nagoshi Ichiro...yesterday...did you hear something you shouldn't have heard on a certain train?"

Chapter 20 Two people face it together

Teresin College, Infirmary.

Liuli woke up suddenly.

Yang Hui was sitting next to him, his face full of worry.

"Are you awake?" Seeing Liuli waking up, Yanghui gave an ugly smile.

"If you don't want to laugh, stop laughing." Liuli was about to sit up, but the severe pain in her hand made her lie back down.

Liuli looked down and saw that her arm was already covered in bandages, looking like a mummy had returned.

Liuli tried raising her arm again, and the heartbreaking pain immediately penetrated her mind.

"Don't try, both arms are broken... It will take at least half a month before I can take off the bandage, but this time I really have a holiday." Yang Hui stepped forward and held Liuli's shoulders to help her sit up.

Yang Hui looked at Liuli's ears drooping above her head and said, "It's okay. The doctor said it's not too bad and you'll get better soon. But you are probably the first horse racing girl to have problems with her hands in the academy."

Liuli's tone was full of disappointment, "I guess I am also Treson's first horse racing girl who can't run."

Yanghui opened his mouth, wanting to say something to dispel Liuli's thoughts.But after thinking for a moment, Yanghui scratched his head: "How do you know..."

"It's been so many days, haven't I seen other racing girls running?"

"Do you know Li Hat? She is my classmate. She gets up very early every morning and runs."

"One day, on a whim, I got up early and went for a run with her...guess what the result was?"

There was no need to guess. Yang Hui sighed slightly and expressed his analysis as a trainer: "I can't keep up with the speed at all, and I can't even compare with the physical strength."

"Obviously there is still more than a month until the debut. I don't know what to do..." Liuli kicked off the quilt anxiously, exposing a pair of white feet, and said in a hurried tone: "I know what the problem is, but in the end I still can't solve it. question……"

Yang Hui probably guessed the reason for Liuli's injury: "Did you learn the running postures of other racing girls?"

Liuli nodded, with a bitter look on her face: "I originally planned to find a solution before you found out. This is the only thing I can do as a horse racing girl."

"My original plan was...since my running posture was wrong, I would ask Li Hao how to run...but not only did I fail to learn it, I even fell down."

Yang Hui dragged the chair to face Liuli, stared into the girl's crimson eyes, and said solemnly: "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for? How can a racehorse girl rely on the trainer if she can't run?" Liuli shook her head, "This is entirely my problem."

Yang Hui gritted his teeth tightly and lowered his head: "I am not a competent trainer now."

Liuli looked at Yanghui in surprise.

"So for such a long time, I basically failed to perform my duties as a trainer..."

"Even though I knew you had a training mission today, I didn't come with you."

Yanghui was upset that he didn't accompany Liuli to the training.

Could it be that if he had followed, Liuli wouldn't have been injured like this?

"I even thought that I could solve your running problem by myself."

Yang Hui clenched his fists tightly: "It wasn't until now that I realized that I am the trainer and you are the horse racing girl... This is a problem that the two of us have to face together... So I'm sorry!"

Liuli pursed her lips lightly: "You said it... the two of us have to face it together... Then I am also very sorry for not informing the trainer of my training plan!"

Liuli raised her foot and placed it on Yanghui's clenched fist, "Everyone has problems, so I'll forgive you first. Can you forgive me too?"

Yang Hui stared blankly at Liuli's delicate little feet that suddenly put his hands on his, "Why feet?"

Liuli folded her arms like a mummy: "My hand hurts, just say you don't forgive me!"

Yanghui took a deep breath and held Liuli's feet with his backhand, "I forgive you... Next, as a trainer, I will treat you seriously as a horse racing girl and do my best to help you solve your running posture. The problem."

Horse racing girl... Liuli's heart moved slightly.

After speaking his lofty words, Yang Hui's attention returned to his hand again. To be precise, it was Liuli's little foot that he was holding.Sure enough, as Nagoshi Ichiro guessed, the feet of Ruri as a chase horse are soft and flexible, making people addicted to them and making them want to hold them for a while longer.

"Let go, let go." Liuli shook her feet and suppressed her urge to kick Yang Hui in the face, "Then what should we do next?"

Yang Hui quickly let go of his hand and replied, "I'll ask Minister Dajie again. He saw some clues last time."

"This time, even if I threaten him with his dark history, I still have to find a way!"

Liuli's eyes were full of curiosity, "How come you, a newcomer, know about Minister Daisuke's dark history?"

In a low voice, Yang Hui told Liuli what he saw on the tram yesterday.

After listening to the story, Liuli felt that she had a deeper understanding of the adult world. Minister Daisuke actually had such a wild past and such a wild horse racing girl.

While Yanghui and Liuli emphasized not to spread the word, he was writing and drawing in his notebook: "I will ask Director Daisuke for his suggestions, and there is also Plan B in parallel."

Liuli twisted her body and leaned over to look at Yanghui's notebook. Her long hair fell down on her temples, blocking her sight.

Liuli immediately shook her head and called Yanghui: "I can't see it anymore. Please help me straighten my hair."

"How can it be smooth?" Yang Hui looked at Liuli's waterfall-like hair and felt a little confused.

Liuli moved her head closer: "Idiot, put your hands against my face!"

Yanghui reached out and held Liuli's cheek, his hands filled with snow.

Liuli continued: "Follow my face, continue to move back, and push the hair on the back of my hand to the back of my head."

Liuli's peerless beauty was gradually revealed with Yanghui's movements.

In a daze, Yang Hui remembered the Chinese wedding ceremony. One of the most romantic ceremonies in the world was to lift the bride's veil and gradually reveal the bride's face that only belongs to her.

"So what is plan B?" Liuli stared at Yanghui's notebook. They were all written with the same words as dog scratches. If no one helped explain, it would be basically equivalent to encrypted text.

Yang Hui coughed lightly and retracted his thoughts: "Plan B is similar to what you did today, but not as extreme. Follow the example of other horse racing girls. Although it will still not be as good as running instinctively, it will at least allow you to stand on the field. . And this time I will accompany you throughout the whole process. If you feel uncomfortable or have other problems, I will stop it immediately."

"And then there's the backup plan if Plan A and Plan B fail."

"what?"

"The mountain road is winding and full of twists and turns. It turns out that it's not that the road has come to an end, but that it's time to turn."

"Being a model is actually much easier than being a horse girl."

Chapter 21 Is this uncle Liuli’s type?

"Let's play it safe first and start by learning the running styles of other racing girls..." Liuli thought for a long time and felt that it was unreliable to place her hopes on an uncle in mid-life crisis.

As for the suggestion of retiring and becoming a model, it was completely out of Liuli's consideration.

Since enrolling in school, Liuli has met many people who truly care about her and expect her to perform well.Even in order not to disappoint them, Liuli must stand on the field!

Yang Hui nodded and checked the box in the book: "Then you have to start training immediately. Although you can't go back to the track to learn the running methods of other racing girls, you can't neglect your physical training."

Liuli's face was full of disbelief, and she shook her bandaged hands: "My hands are like this, can I still train?"

Yang Hui drew a circle on the map of Treson College and wrote the words "Indoor Gym".

"You are a horse racing girl, not a weightlifter. Every day when others are training at the training ground, you can go to the gym and ride a spinning bike..."

"..."

"During the recovery period, we still do not recommend the patient to exercise." The nurse came in and interrupted Yang Hui's arrangements, "Relax well so that you can return to the competition as soon as possible."

The nurse stared at Yang Hui: "Are you Liuli's trainer?"

Yang Hui nodded, "Yes."

The nurse handed Liuli's case to Yanghui, nagging and complaining: "You are too messy as a trainer. You actually agreed to let the racing girls imitate the running methods of other racing girls. Fortunately, this time Liuli My classmate only injured his hand, but if he hurt his legs and feet, he would be in big trouble!"

"Take this case to the hospital or come back here in a week. The experts will help evaluate Liuli's recovery progress... If it returns to normal, Liuli's bandage should only take two weeks to remove."

"I would like to lend you your kind words." Yang Hui wrote down all the important matters given by the nurse and put away the cases at the same time.

Since the nurse said it would take about two weeks, and considering Liuli's own level of Chinese medicine, it would definitely take two weeks to recover.

After the nurse left, Yanghui looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it read five o'clock in the afternoon.

Liuli moved her body and sat beside the hospital bed, kicking her sneakers on the floor with her little feet, "Help me put on my shoes and socks, I'm going to the cafeteria to eat."

Yang Hui was happy at first, but then he was stunned. As a leg controller, it was naturally his dream to be able to help a beautiful girl like Liuli put on her shoes and socks.

But Yang Hui found that he seemed to be increasingly unable to connect the beautiful girl Liuli in front of him with his friend. When Liuli offered to help her put on her socks, the first thing he thought of was that he could rub the beautiful girl's tenderness. Tofu.

With a feeling of self-blame and introspection, Yanghui helped Liuli put on her shoes and socks.

It was also because Liuli fell and was injured not long after running. Maybe it was because Liuli's sweat was naturally scented.

When Yanghui helped Liuli put on her shoes and socks, she didn't smell anything like what the seniors on the Tereson Forum said:

[The shoes worn by middle- and long-distance racing girls are simply stinky, but over time they also have a kind of enchanting charm. 】But you can only smell the faint fragrance that belongs to Liuli.

……

After arriving at the cafeteria, Yanghui took on the role of the keeper of Liuli, who had limited mobility. He was responsible for feeding, and Liuli was responsible for eating.

"radish."

"Tempura."

"Grilled fish."

Yang Hui felt like he was a little eunuch who served the Queen Mother in ancient China, working hard without stopping.

At the same time, I once again felt how terrible the appetite of the horse racing girl was.

Yanghui shook his sore hand: "Are you full?"

Liuli shook her head: "Sixty percent full."