Electronics records aside, this is the first time Ormo has seen the Manchester City Tea House run firsthand.

To be fair, Manchester City have not been outstanding in their past performances.

Naturally, she was the same age as Elle Suko, and like other high school horse racing girls, she challenged the new horse battle early, and then lost in third place.

In such a competitive event, as long as it is not the first, it is equivalent to losing, and after a smooth debut, he was also fourth in the Hochi Cup Yayoi Award and his weight plummeted, and the Azalea Award continued to fall, which shows that his body and even his spirit are under some kind of pressure.

For horse racing girls who do not have the assistance of trainers, debut losses are also the norm, and at this time, they will either meet a trainer to straighten their condition, or it will be a thorny road to self-struggle.

Manchester City Tea House is obviously the latter, and she has not been signed by other trainers for a while, and the only thing she can rely on is herself, which is a very difficult thing.

Far away from her parents, Central Traison has relatives who have shops nearby, but a good child like her refuses to pour out her worries and stress in order not to cause trouble to her uncles and aunts.

Accustomed to immersing oneself in one's own world, coldly contradicting each other, this is the way of life at Manchester City Café.

It's very different from Sunday Serenity's irritability that tries to interfere with everything.

But it's good that there is a quiet Sunday and there are other 'friends'.

As a high-achieving student in the séance, it is a matter of course to have a bunch of ghost friends.

There are a few ghost friends who can give suggestions and have insights into the horse girl's event, and it is natural that -

- After all, it's a ghost you encountered in Treson.

The café thought so, but never thought about the possibility that it was my sister who pushed it.

In the two months since, the City Café has finally been on track with a two-length lead on the grass of the Furano Special Race with a rejuvenated spirit and regained health.

- And touched!

Because there were no trainers, they continued to follow the established curriculum of Traison High School for student activities, which greatly reduced the frequency of participation, and the Manchester City Tea Club gradually faded out of the field of vision of the event's followers.

She's not in a hurry.

The horse racing girls have their own reasons for running, and if they don't find the necessary ones, they will naturally not be in a hurry, just like Alice Suzi who originally stayed in the laboratory all day.

And the reason for the Manchester City Tea House?

At the end of the straight, the black horse lady saw the bend before entering the bend, and also saw the same black figure standing outside the bend.

Entering the bend slowed down, quite a short distance, and the moment they met the gaze, the wind after the bend suddenly turned into a storm!

Swept on both sides.

I see......

The trainers watching from the sidelines, the brown-haired horse lady behind her, also seemed to notice something in their scarlet eyes.

The latter smiled and followed the storm at the Manchester City Tea House, as calm as the eye of the storm at the centre of a hurricane, while the chestnut-haired lady who looked like a guide in front of her did not give an inch.

[Beyond expectations, Plan 2 was abandoned, transferred to Plan 3, and the position was corrected]

Far beyond the training amount of the conventional Ma Niang, the physical fitness of the conventional Ma Niang is far beyond the conventional Ma Niang, if you want to calculate according to the five dimensions of the game, Meipu Bourbon is undoubtedly crushing the other two.

What's more, she also chose the best way to run a horse that would lead the way from the beginning.

On this basis, even if Manchester City Tea House accelerates suddenly, it will be difficult to cross its barriers.

Rather, her sudden acceleration was a little reckless, because the trainer suggested that she should chase the horse.

A horse chase is a follower who will maintain stability in the middle and accelerate at the finish line.

In contrast, hasty acceleration is a disruption to the original physical planning.

[Tea party members, what are you ......]

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"Wow, the prologue is speeding up like this?" Yutaka Nishizaki was extremely surprised.

Off the field, the team composed of trainers, horse racing girls, and passers-by, although they are talking about the soul of horse racing, they are inevitably concerned about the field.

"She's a little anxious," Omer said, glancing at the Sunday tranquility that was also looking at the field, "but there are also excusable circumstances." ”

In that brief moment, he saw the familiar emotion in the eyes of the tea house, familiar, but even more enthusiastic.

It was a deeper, more intense, burning longing than last night when we talked about the cup of dreams.

At this moment, he was naturally surprised, and he realized that there was another extremely deep 'longing' compared to the strongest way of the Dream Cup.

What kind of 'desire' can outweigh a runner's yearning for the crown?

That may ...... It can only be the original intention of running.

Omo could see clearly that the silent burning flame, though tongues of fire had already licked it, was not aimed at him, but at the Sunday Tranquility standing beside him.

Realizing this, he inevitably remembered the writing on the note, the conversation in the dream.

Is that why she stepped into the ring?

"Miss Sunday." Omer said suddenly.

"How?" Sunday's serene response was rightly unpleasant.

"After chatting, can you run a round with your fellow café classmates?"

“？”

The dark Ma Niang turned her head to see that she, who had also been attached to the tea house to witness the training, was naturally able to say: "You are no longer satisfied with squeezing those two unlucky eggs?" ”

"No, I just want the fire to burn bigger."

He whispered these words, and a shocked gaze followed.

She was the same quiet runner, but out of trust in Omer, she didn't say anything.

Yutaka Nishizaki frowned at him, then at Sunday Tranquility, and finally at the Manchester City Café.

Clam up.

The top trainer understood what Omer meant, after all, Yutaka Nishizaki himself also allowed and even protected the true nature of the horse racing girl.

But his own family knows his own business.

Yutaka Nishizaki thinks he has accumulated enough experience to dare to do what is scornfully regarded as a 'free-range' training method by the other faction, but Omer, as a newcomer, dares to make such a decision.

It's not bold, and even some of the same young peers should be accused of being crazy.

He should have corrected it, but after a little thought, he chose to wait and see.

It is not appropriate to interfere with the training of others, and he also thinks that Brother Omer is not such a reckless person, and besides, he and Omer also have an agreement to help each other, and as a person who has come over, he can indeed give a lot of experience and guidance.

In addition to this, the layman Shinjo Akane, whom they had not noticed, also looked at Omer with a silent smile on his face.

She didn't know horse racing, but she noticed the eyes of the Manchester City Tea House.

After all, it was so hot, so hot that it was terrifying, but it felt so familiar to her.

She has incorporated such vivid emotions into strange sculptures countless times, and then given life, regardless of good or evil, which is the freedom and willfulness of the creator.

Of course, it was another thing when she allowed the creatures to start wreaking havoc.

After being redeemed by the existence of her own creation, she looks back on the past with a complexity of her own.

But that only meant a change in her stance, not her personality.

Her character remains the same, and in her bones she admires Omer's behavior of trying to fan the flames.

So what will really speak because of Omer's words is still only Sunday Tranquility.

"Don't you think this should be corrected?" When she asked the question, she stared at Omer, her golden eyes holding up some oppression.

Rarely would she take the initiative to look at Omer like this.

For no other reason, she was disgusted by Omer's sometimes overly sharp gaze, which seemed to cut through everything in front of her and made her avoid.

But when it comes to her sister, she never backs down.

"What trainer would suppress the racehorse's desire to run?" "As a human being, that's a bigoted emotion, but as a racehorse, it's a necessary trait." ”

"With that, she was able to achieve what she wanted and achieve the dream she wanted."

"I'll be watching to see if that desire will turn into a 'demon', and before that, ......"

When he said this, he paused, and met the golden eyes, which should have been brown long since filled with dark red.

"I just want it to flourish."

Roommate coughed yesterday and hoped he just had a cold... We're both ready to move back to our hometowns, and it's really going to be yang

(End of chapter)