The horse racing girl who became a close friend

"Don't underestimate the nature of a social animal. Have you ever experienced the joy of wearing a suit to meet clients at 35 degrees Celsius?"

"You are still awesome, but I still have to mention that the body temperature of a horse racing girl is higher than that of a human being."

Liuli walked to the money box and stuffed a large banknote, clasped her hands together, and bowed her head devoutly: "Lord God, I was in a hurry yesterday and I didn't mean what I wished for. I hope you can take back your divine power."

Yang Hui also followed, also clasping his hands together: "Lord God, maybe my explanation is not sufficient. I hope you can take back your divine power and wait until I can make another wish to you."

After a while, the cicadas were still chirping.

"It seems useless? Are we not showing respect to the gods?" Yang Hui scratched his head.

"I've stuffed [-] yen, which is enough for you to call me daddy." Liuli stared at the money box with gloomy eyes, studying how to get the money back.

Yang Hui hurriedly stopped Liuli who was eager to give it a try, "You can't do it! If you take money out of the money box, you might be punished by God."

"Would I do such a thing?" Liuli retracted her hand angrily and rolled her eyes at Yanghui, "In the worst case, I'll make another wish. I won't play anymore, and give me the money back."

"Do you really use the gods as a wishing machine?" Yang Hui suddenly thought of something and said: "But I remember that when I made a wish, I said, 'I hope I can win the Triple Crown with the horse racing girl.' Then if you really win the Triple Crown , does this wish end?"

Liuli raised her eyebrows slightly. She had heard her friends whisper in her ears countless times about the Triple Crown horse racing girl.

The G1 race is a competition in which only the world's top racehorses are eligible to participate. Just winning one race is enough to prove that the champion racehorse is the best of the best.

Only a horse racing girl who has won three such heavyweight races can be called a Triple Crown horse racing girl.

You can imagine how difficult it is to achieve a goal that can be expressed in the form of a dream.

Yang Hui added: "Of course, I also know how difficult it is to win the Triple Crown, but from another perspective, when you become a horse racing girl, your food and drinks are all borne by the school. If you are lucky, you can win a few games, even G2 or G3 games. The bonuses are better than being a social animal."

What Yanghui said is true, and it is indeed the best solution at present.

Liuli rolled her eyes at Yanghui: "I dare you not to run away, but let's make it clear first, I don't know anything about horse racing girls."

Yang Hui saw that Liuli had acquiesced to his statement, and immediately showed his white teeth: "Although the triple crown is very difficult, but after so many years, why have we played against the odds? Brothers working together can be as powerful as gold. "

Before leaving, Liuli returned to the racing money box and clasped her hands together: "Lord God, I need my friend, Yang Hui, to turn into a beautiful racing girl with white hair and red eyes."

Yang Hui was dumbfounded: "Let me go, are you a human?"

Liuli crossed her arms and showed a sly smile: "I am a horse racing girl now."

Chapter 3 You go back to study

The two of them returned to the dormitory at seven o'clock in the evening.

"It's so hot..." As soon as Liuli closed the door to the dormitory, she couldn't wait to pull off her sweat-soaked sweatshirt and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Order takeout for dinner?" Yanghui looked at Liuli's white back and the exquisite back curve, and lowered his head with a wry smile. Men are instinctive creatures. Before rationally reminding himself that this is his best friend, his instinct is ready to take action. .

Liuli didn't even look back and said, "I'll do it. I just gave [-] yen to the shrine. Where can I get the money to order takeout?"

"I'm not afraid that you won't be in the mood."

"Cooking is a rare time for us social animals to relax." Liuli poked her head out from the bathroom door and pointed to the kitchen: "As usual, washing vegetables, dishes, and clothes are still yours."

Yang Hui showed his thumbs up and said with expectation, "Okay."

Among the chefs Yanghui has ever seen, Liuli has the best cooking skills. She is especially proficient in Chinese cuisine and can be called a master of cooking. Ever since they graduated from college and shared a house, this enthusiastic Chinese friend has taken over the weekend lunches. and dinner, and even my own taste is a lot different.

Liuli walked into the bathroom, took off her clothes and threw them into the frame beside her. Then she turned on the shower switch, and the water curtain poured down. Wherever her hands touched, they were filled with snow, greasy and elastic, sculptures This is probably what people call the beauty of the body. Under the golden ratio, every curve is carved at the right position. Although she is not tall, her figure is unexpectedly perfect.

"The whole body of a beautiful young girl is made of collagen!"

……

When Liuli came out of the toilet, Yanghui was immersed in a lot of reference materials, with cut tofu and washed rice placed beside him, muttering: "I should have known I wouldn't make a cheat sheet... but this It’s not mentioned in the book either.”

Although he had done a great job at the shrine before, in fact, Yang Hui was still just a newcomer after joining the job. After joining the job, other newcomers had to practice with experienced seniors for at least a while before they chose to sign a contract with a horse racing girl, or Don't sign the contract at all.

Liuli walked around to Yanghui's side to get the ingredients and glanced at his notebook: "Isn't this very professional?"

The notebooks are densely packed with notes. Although Yanghui has been saying that he is a bad student, this thick stack of notebooks is obviously the result of his usual hard work.

Liuli punched Yang Hui on the shoulder, "You play games with your buddies at night, and you get up secretly to study in the middle of the night. You want to trick others into death, right?"

Yanghui wrote all kinds of plans on the paper without looking back, "I always feel that if I continue to take my time leisurely, I'll be a little sorry for you."

Liuli carried the ingredients and walked to the kitchen: "Is it raw? Why didn't you feel embarrassed when you took advantage of my rent? As a senior social worker, I have to remind you, don't always put so much pressure on yourself. If the sky falls, it will definitely not be you. Hold on."

Yang Hui smiled bitterly and shook his head, "But the plan has to be made first, right?"

"The second lesson from social animals: Just use the first version. Customers will always like the first version." Liuli responded while looking at the stove that was much higher than usual. After she became a horse racing girl, this The stove is obviously not suitable for my height, so I either have to stand on tiptoes or find something to stand on.

Liuli turned around and saw the plastic bench under Yanghui's butt.

"Get up and watch TV for a while. Give me the bench."

Yang Hui immediately reached out and put his hand on his hair, stroking it back without looking back: "If you want it, you have to get it yourself...you already know the rules."

"I have to beat you up first, right?"

"No, you have to call me Dad..."

Before Yang Hui could finish speaking, a little foot stepped on his notebook, as smooth as jade, as soft as satin, with perfect proportions, perfect shape, and perfect color.

Because she had just taken a shower, and because the body temperature of the horse racing girl was higher than that of ordinary people, white mist mixed with a pleasant fragrance rose up.

Yang Hui's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Hurry up." Seeing Yanghui's delay in responding, Liuli kicked Yanghui's hand that was pressing on the notebook.

"Oh, oh." Yang Hui trembled all over, immediately took out the bench from under his buttocks, hugged his knees and sat on the ground.

"Isn't it cold sitting on the ground?"

"It's okay, the ground is cool."

"The problem..." Ignoring Yang Hui, who was behaving strangely, Liuli dragged the bench back to cook, and asked by the way: "According to the first version of the plan, what are we going to do tomorrow?"

"Let's go buy some clothes tomorrow, women's clothes, sportswear, etc..." Yang Hui said hesitantly.

"Ah."

"Huh? You actually don't have any objections?"

"What's the problem with girls wearing women's clothes? Just buy the ones that reveal less."

Yanghui nodded and looked at the notebook with the girl's footprints in his hand, "Then we need to go to Treson's student status department to see if there is any information about you. After all, your identity information has been changed online. I guess the student status information of the horse racing girl is There should be some."

Liuli Dianguo's hand paused, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do I still have to go to school? I'm already 26. Although my diploma has disappeared, I'm still a bachelor's degree graduate. Do you think you should send me back to be with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old pony? Is it appropriate for us to study together?"

Yanghui said earnestly: "Just remember your youth, how can you not be happy going to school with a beautiful girl? And the horse racing girl is a sports student, your knowledge is not a dimensionality reduction attack?"

Then Yanghui took a photo of Liuli cooking with his mobile phone and sent it to her via mobile phone: "Look how you look like 26 now?"

At this time, Liuli was already standing in front of the stove, with a slightly comical bench under her feet. The firelight reflected the girl's beautiful face. Perhaps because she was relaxing, there was a soft smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, which was in harmony with Yang Hui's. The imaginary good wife and mother are the same.

And he once said to her, "You are so virtuous, you will definitely become a qualified husband in the future."

So now does it have to be said that I can become a qualified person...wife?

Yanghui saw the cauldron in Liuli's hand and felt that for the sake of his own safety, he had better not make this joke.Then he continued to add: "Jockey girls spend most of their time training. Although you have more experience than them, it's really not necessarily the case on the field."

Liuli poured the mapo tofu from the pot into the plate and walked toward the living room with the tableware: "What is the general training method?"

Yang Hui rummaged through a large pile of information and found an atlas called "From Getting Started to Being Packed Home by a Racing Girl". He pointed at one of the pages and said: "Generally speaking, after clarifying the running method and the target event, Targeted training, endurance is not enough to train endurance, and speed is not enough to train speed.”

Liuli looked at the dense descriptions in the album, chose to give up thinking, and directly asked Yanghui in front of her: "What kind of running is suitable for me?"

"I don't know if I haven't tested it. I have to find a venue for you to test it tomorrow. Treson should be able to borrow ready-made shoes."

Liuli served herself a bowl of rice and sat down on the other side of the low coffee table. The track in the album often showed 2000-meter and 3000-meter tracks, which made her a little confused: "After so many years of living here, he suddenly told me If I was asked to be a sports student, I would be a little panicked."

Yanghui picked up a piece of Mapo Tofu and put it into his mouth. The spicy taste that was like an electric shock instantly extended from the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue. This is a skill that can conquer a person who doesn't eat spicy food, and she is turning into a horse race girl. After that, Liuli’s craftsmanship seemed to improve again?

After gulping down a glass of water, Yang Hui explained: "Jockey girls are born to run. The moment they stand on the lawn, their instincts should be awakened."

"What if you don't wake up?"

"Then I can only believe in your instincts as a social animal...don't you say that you have run more than ten kilometers in rain or shine for a client all day long?"

Chapter 4 I look at these legs, they look like they are competing in a competition

Teresin College, Academic Affairs Office.

"Good boy, this is the first time I've seen a new person who has found a responsible person before joining the company."

The head of the Academic Affairs Department, Amamura Daisuke, was looking at the information on the jockey girl, the transfer application, and a purely handwritten application for assuming the responsibility that were lined up on the table.

Taking responsibility means that the trainer takes the initiative to approach the racing mother and asks for a one-on-one mentoring relationship.

On the contrary, there are very few racing girls who take the initiative to approach the trainer and request a one-on-one mentoring relationship. This means that the trainer's excellence has been recognized by the racing girls.

Obviously, Yanghui, the new rookie, cannot reach the "excellent" level.

Minister Daisuke looked at this purely handwritten application for the reverse responsibility. During this period, he kept looking up at Yang Hui, whose smile was obviously a little stiff in front of him.

Yang Hui asked with a tight face: "Yes, is there any problem?"

Early this morning, Yanghui inquired about Liuli's academic status information. Unsurprisingly, Liuli's file was posted at a Teresin branch in Hokkaido, and the enrollment time was exactly [-] o'clock yesterday morning.

But who normal person goes to work at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?

After a moment of silence, the person in charge of the Student Registration Office pushed up his glasses and looked sharply: "Is your kid a well-connected person?"

"what?"

"At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, I picked up someone from Hokkaido to set up a file. I didn't even have a photo, so I recorded a footprint and fingerprint. If you weren't a related household, who would dare to go through this process for you?" Minister Daisuke said. A blank card was stuffed into the card printing machine. Since he had the power to make connections, he didn't bother to ask more questions.

Yang Hui scratched his head and was speechless.

Anyway, the most important student status information was not suspected, so it was up to the senior and leader to figure it out.

"Where's your horse racing girl? Didn't you come with her?" Minister Daijie handed the prepared student ID card to Yanghui.

"She went to buy clothes by herself." Yanghui reached out to take it, but found that the student ID card seemed to be welded to Minister Daisuke's hand and could not be pulled, "Senior?"

Minister Daisuke clutched his student ID card and said with surprise on his face: "Do you know what a normal horse racing girl would do under normal circumstances?"

"Come to the academy to report with the trainer?"

"No, I dragged the trainer to go shopping for clothes with me. Then I took out a dozen similar styles and asked him which one looked best. Then the day passed."

Yang Hui had a wry smile on his face and increased the force in his hands: "The person I signed the contract with may be special. The eldest lady has a temper and feels that I, a commoner, cannot keep up with the taste, so I was asked to deal with the student status first."

At first, Yanghui did propose a joint action, but Liuli insisted on saying "I don't believe in Yanghui's taste" and "Entering a women's clothing store, are you a fool?" ] for the reason, Yanghui was asked to come to the college to process his student status information first, and then went to buy clothes alone.

Of course, Yang Hui also understands that buying women's clothing is quite socially awkward in itself, and if you have to ask a good friend to go with you, it's better to just die.

Yanghui gritted his teeth and pulled out the student ID card from Minister Daisuke's hand.

Vaguely, he could read an expression of envy in his old-timer's eyes.

Yang Hui was greatly puzzled: "Senior, what do you mean?"

Minister Dai Jie patted Yang Hui on the shoulder and led him out, speaking in a low voice: "Guess why I, a minister, still work overtime at Treson on Sundays?"

"For overtime pay?"

"To avoid being in charge of my family, she made an appointment with me to buy clothes today, but I'm not young anymore. I can't go shopping with a horse race girl for more than ten kilometers... So I envy your manager who can buy clothes by himself. ah."

Minister Daisuke looked helpless.

"I'm tired after shopping, and I have to drink that sweet honey water with Dan Duan. Oh my god, after one drink, the whole world will be buzzing."

"It's a physical and mental torture. If I go shopping with her today, I will have to take leave tomorrow."

Listening to the history of blood and tears of the senior, Yang Hui said unkindly: "Liu Li was born in China and likes spicy food. I guess I don't like sweets too much."

Minister Daisuke was even more envious.

Yang Hui followed Minister Dajie down the stairs. As soon as he stepped out of the door, the senior adjusted his glasses and looked at the distance not far away.

"Hey, are there any such good students enrolling this year?"

"What?" Yang Hui looked in the direction pointed by the senior.

On a bench not far away, a beautiful girl sat quietly like a doll, her long white hair spread behind her, looking beautiful and dreamy under the sunlight.

She is wearing a Gothic Lolita dress. The purple-black dress is dotted with pure white lace decorations. A silver-gray waist chain hangs around her waist, which makes the girl's waist extremely slender.

As a summer dress, this dress boldly removes a large amount of fabric from the girl's shoulders and chest, and instead uses dark fine gauze to cover the girl's skin.

Further down, the girl's slender legs wrapped in black pantyhose poked out from under the layered skirt. Her calves were exquisite and slender. A pair of shiny leather boots were tapping the ground boredly, as if waiting for someone. .