"So, Matsukaze-san's interest in chariots?" After Princess Jing tidied up her desk, she said to Song Fengchime.

Song Fengling saw that this person who gave people the impression of being cold actually took the initiative to talk to him, and suddenly he was in a hurry, and his face turned red: "Ah...... Nope...... How to say...... Just on a whim. That one...... Princess Jing, would you like to fight with me? ”

"If you're going to fight in the lane, please let me refuse. I'm not interested in what's the 'way'. ”

"Then why are you asking?" Some classmates complained directly.

"Ah, that's right." Matsukaze didn't have hope, so he wasn't disappointed, but he remembered something, scratched his head and said, "Aren't you in the archery department?" ”

Then immediately a few classmates suddenly came out to ask Princess Jing, who had just retired a few days ago, to return to the archery department, and the pine wind chimes were counted on their fingers, wasn't that the end time of the finals of the 74th Battle Lane National Competition?

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Turning his gaze back, the present moment—

"Pine Wind ...... Learn, although you are asked to say it directly, but I think you seem to talk too much. Hui Lisha said as she looked at the pine wind chimes who were still gushing into memories.

In short, the pine wind chime is a feeling of "I'm your fan".

"Oh, I feel like I'm starting from the beginning, right away, right away, right to the point!"

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The line of sight turned, and the pine wind chime recalled the perspective -

After class that day, Songfeng Chime was about to go home, but found Princess Jing waiting for her at the door.

"Songfeng-san, what you said in the morning, is it true?" Princess Jing leaned against the door and copied her hands, looking like a very big man, but with a very serious expression.

"Huh?"

"But don't be too naïve about the chariot, shine or something. In that steel coffin, it could only be that you were set on fire, like a torch, and eventually turned to ashes. I have a tank here. ”

Princess Jing's terrifying words and momentum made Song Fengling swallow her saliva, but she couldn't hide her excitement, and it was completely revealed on her expression.

Princess Jing's ancestors were quite wealthy, Princess Jing's house was very large, and her ancestors were chariot enthusiasts, and the family had an ancestral Type 97 light armored car Te-Ke.

"That's cool!" When Song Fengchi saw the chariot, he was amazed.

"But it's very difficult for such a vehicle to compete in the Battle Lane Race." Matsukaze, who had learned about the battle lane, lifted his chin a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, we're not going to be on the lane, we're going to be in a chariot battle."

After studying and practicing driving for two or three days, Matsukaze Chime drove the chariot and came here with Princess Jing. Let's take a look at the training and irregular races of various vehicles.

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Turning his gaze back –

Hui Lisha thought that Matsukaze was probably more interested in the battle lane, so she said: "It's okay, my family is in Oarai, and before Oarai started the battle lane this year, he also started participating in the chariot competition in the name of our family and school clubs." ”

While the process should not be repeatable, Willisa felt that it seemed appropriate to say it at this time.

"Our initial funding at the time and later funding were somewhat used to hype up the school and our fame, what are you going to do? If you don't have an abandoned chariot on campus, do you want to go to the aid or sign a contract to become an idol? Willissa said.

Of course, the merit of the battle lane system is tricky, and the use of "connections" to do "trading" also gets more expensive chariots, but Willisa doesn't plan to talk about this, and it will be very troublesome to explain it.

"This kind of ...... It's not ...... It's amazing...... Solution, absolutely not! The world is so hard! ”

"Ah, I see, good luck and shine soon." In the end, Willisa only politely blessed her, anyway, she was just a fan of someone who worshiped some people at that time.

At this time, Arisa also started her performance, which can be called a performance-

She walked over and inserted between the two sides: "Hey, girls~ Don't bully the weak, the battle lane is a lady's traditional activity after all, isn't it?" ”

Usually, no matter how bad the attitude is, if you say it like this, at least the quarrel on the surface should be reined in, who knows-

"Wha The woman with the red ribbon laughed loudly, causing an uproar among the crowd.

"What my generation is doing is the war lane, which is a child's play that women and children like? It's war. She said.

"No, at least it has to be called a chariot race!" The pine wind chime complained loudly.

However, this did not affect the ribbon girl's words: "If you are brave enough, even if you let the horse come, after all, it is quite boring to bully the target that can't move." ”

"Is that guy from Showa?" Alina sat on the side of the turret and looked at the other side speechlessly.

Nina: "Do you need to talk about that?" ”

Willissa: "If it's not our business, wouldn't it be better to leave?" ”

"Hey, wait a minute, that big mouth over there, what a powerful look, let me understand how about it?" Arisa was suddenly not calm.

"Arisa?!" Arissa's filler sister paper looks a little panicked, how can she be provoked like this? Being easily provoked head-on is also one of Arissa's bad habits.

"But then again, it's too unfair for you to use that small armored car to compete with Sherman, so you better go back and change to a vehicle of comparable strength." Arisa pointed to the M4 Sherman she had brought with her for a little training this time.

The woman with the red ribbon smiled contemptuously: "Is that so?" It can't be that your school doesn't have a chariot that can participate in the chariot race, right? ”

"What?! How dare you look down on Sanders, you ribbon girl! Arisa jumped to her feet in anger.

Chariot racing is generally done with light chariots, and Sherman really can't.

But that's not the point, Willisa frowned slightly, but considering that she hadn't been affected yet, she relaxed, and now the point was that Arisa had been guided by the ribbon girl's consciousness.

Seeing that her opponent had taken the bait, the ribbon woman sat back on the turret of the chariot and pointed to herself with her thumb and spoke: "Forgive me for being inconsiderate on the saddle horse. ”

Arissa: "Saunders University High School, Arissa. What kind of secondary disease tone do you have? ”

Tsuruhime Shizu: "Your Excellency exudes the atmosphere of companionship. ”

Arissa: "Don't confuse me with you, I've got a boyfriend!" ”

"Didn't you just say that you didn't confess?" Willisa sneered.

(To be continued)

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