On a 3,000-meter course.

Ai Mu Orihime undoubtedly has the upper hand.

The middle distance is perfect for the quality of her trained feet.

Even as a horse chaser, she did not rush to the front line of the Ma Niang crowd, Omo could see that she was in good shape and that she was running calmly.

On the other hand, not far in front of her, Miss Narita Road, with her blonde hair quite eye-catching.

But it looks like the physical strength is unevenly distributed.

The seemingly steady pace oozes a bit messy, but it is so clear under the precision of the mechanical instrument that even the narrator will mention it with a worried face.

The G2-level Kyoto Nobo Cup, because it is the event a few days before the Chrysanthemum Awards, the finale of the classic triple crown, bears the heavy responsibility of warming up the field, so it has a number of spectators that are not inferior to the G1 event.

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

Narita Road and Aimu Orihime - these two horse racing girls who have already competed in the first two races of the classic triple crown will sign up for the chrysanthemum award, and participating in this G2 event is like a first-line celebrity coming to a small town.

It will inevitably steal the attention of too many audiences, and at the same time, the slightest mistake will be infinitely magnified.

That's exactly what happened to Narita Road.

Having won the Far East derby, she is undoubtedly expected by everyone, and there will even be many fans who directly hope that she will defeat Na Ai Orihime again to win.

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

The route of the event will faithfully feed back this scene, telling the audience who watched the video of the game a brutal truth:

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

When they are outside the arena, they can face each other with their trainers and their families.

But on the field, they can usually only bear the waves formed by the convergence of people's hearts.

"But if you change to Aiwo, you won't be affected by this."

It's like a prophecy that comes true 100% of the time.

As an experienced person who has watched the game record several times, Meteor naturally understands that the kid has no problem playing in this game.

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

After all......

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

The footsteps of trampling the grass and the lightning speed of the run brought with them the sound of the wind, which was strong enough to cover their ears, which were either protected by earmuffs or facing everything.

When you really don't have time to pay attention to the sound on the stage, and your eyes are just looking ahead, the pressure from the audience doesn't matter.

The real unavoidable face time has always been a display before entering the gate, as well as the preparation of the winner's stage.

In comparison, the environment of this game is far from harsh, the wind is calm before entering the gate, and the dark tide begins to surge after the middle game.

And when it comes to the final market-

It was a hurricane, it was the end of a violent sprint, breaking through the barriers of air in the final sprint, and as the sprint was ahead, the faint light of the unburned fire fluctuated from the eyes.

Any audience member who witnessed that scene would take their breath away, and even Miss Meteor, who was originally more concerned about Omer's reaction, was now looking at the figure on the screen.

It was the running Narita Road.

The 3,000-meter battle is a long and steep ramp that starts at the third corner.

It is difficult to cross with the word "hard work" alone, and it is a road that can only be crossed with the blessing of the experience of predecessors.

In the face of such a road, the sound of the beating heart was like a mournful roar, and the rough breath was spit out in the burning throat.

Any racehorse should therefore ask herself why she is running with pain?

Why do you have to move your heavy footsteps forward and forward?

Those who have the answer in their hearts will go further.

And the horse racing lady who doesn't care about this problem at all and only runs to atone for her sins will also chase after her at this time.

I love Orihime, and I came with a voice.

The victorious pace of Narita Road was highly anticipated, but in the same way, the fans gathered based on the admiration of Orihime's 'independent horse racing girl without trainers' and her awe-inspiring posture on the field.

Naturally, I will also expect Ai Mu Orihime to be able to 'shame before the snow'.

But their cries are destined to be unheard.

Not only is it that the movement of the final sprint usually makes the horse girl deaf for a short time, but also because she never has them in her eyes.

She didn't even have the fighters in her eyes who were rushing ahead and going to be crossed by herself.

It's just the end point all the while.

With the attitude of a first-class star, with the mentality of dedicating victory to someone, it would be in vain to fail to do so.

In this way, she moved forward at a faster pace.

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

It's as if all weight is to be removed until the shape is erected.

It's just a G2 race, but the two are still doing their best, and even going further, in the almost parallel line, the machinery on the high platform gives a solemn and solemn slight difference.

Ai Mu Orihime pulled back.

Countless cheers came, and she even raised her hand to her chest and made a prayer-like gesture, as if in response to the cheers, making the cry even more soaring into the sky.

At this moment, Meteor suddenly turned his head and said, "Do you have any opinions?" Linton Trainer. ”

"It feels bad."

Omer, who was not immersed in the picture, looked at the end of the pause of the meteor and replied crisply.

"The self-moving martyrs and the audience look even a little funny, and it minimizes the value of the losing contestants."

"Your words are really ......"

"Not pleasant, right?" Raising his hand and pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Omer immediately closed his eyes.

There is no need to tell the other party to go backwards and replay, his memory itself allows to support that function, and the state of Narita Road, which is not smooth at the beginning, can be easily frozen, and it can lock the violent posture of Ai Mu Orihime when she finally sprints.

If you really run at all costs, there will naturally be no 360° beautiful finishing.

The expressions of most of the horse girls when they crossed the line were ...... Even if it can't be said to be hideous, it can be said to be a little bit of beauty.

There is a certain probability that it needs to be re-cut or even reshot on the promotional poster.

And what the brown-haired horse lady showed was a cold rage.

It is the same as Bourbon, as if she is running for nothing else, only for victory, the difference is that her posture is more like to shake off all burdens.

For horse girls, what is a burden?

Is it a pendant on a costume, a farrier on a running shoe, or a common concern when you were a girl?

No, none of these are any.

The answer is the flesh.

The flesh alone is the only burden.

When these horse-eared girls step on the race, their souls have reached the end, and the burden that cannot be left behind is the body.

When the body follows the trajectory of the soul rage and sweeps across the runway, it can be regarded as being itself again.

There is no longer anything missing in the heart.

Ai Mu Orihime has undoubtedly achieved this extreme.

She had crossed the burden, and the spirit was enough to move people, and it made Omer's rejection from the bottom of her heart.

Rejected to the point that he couldn't bear to look at it, so much 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 chapter)