Uma Musume: Broken Supercar

C117 Kyoto race venue has clear skies!

Wen Jing returned to the preparation room by herself, and everyone who came to watch her competition was waiting at the door.

"You're all down now, how do you feel?"

Wenjing stood with her hands on her hips, and Yaxian jumped and clapped her head.

"Why are you running like this? It hurts your legs..."

Yaxian stared at Wenjing symbolically, making Wenjing feel uncomfortable. "It's not a problem, Yaxian."

"That's right, so where do you want to go for the celebration banquet, sister?"

"Wait until the chrysanthemum viewing is over tomorrow... and join Xiaoqing. Xiaoqing works very hard, and she will definitely be able to win like me."

"Don't put flags on me."

Qingyun Tiankong looked at the giggling Wen Jing in silence, "But I do have an idea for the chrysanthemum appreciation, but I don't know if it will work."

"Really... As a trainer here, I basically have no say in the competition..."

Yaxian scratched her head symbolically, "I don't know what kind of tactics Xiaoqing has come up with."

“Although I don’t know what kind of tactics it will be, but it sounds very powerful!”

Haru Ulala said this, and then she found herself being ignored again - they were no longer discussing this matter.

But Wen Jing still noticed it, and took advantage of the fact that the topic was no longer about herself to move closer to Chun Ulala, "Ulala, do you still want to run the race?"

"Of course! Running is really fun!"

Wen Jing didn't know how to correct Chun Wulala's idea, so she sighed, "Well, can I find another competition for you later?"

"Okay, okay!"

"So...still in Kochi?"

"can!"

Wen Jing pulled her ears, "Haru Ulala still doesn't realize that she is in a competition..."

Afterwards, Wen Jing changed into her stage costume in the preparation room and went to the rehearsal place. She still had to dance.

After the winner's stage performance, Wen Jing and Yaxian returned to Yaxian's room together, and Wen Jing fell directly on the big bed.

“I have to say it feels really different after the treble, even though it’s only the treble.”

"Yeah, the comments about my sister online have become more pointed."

"That's not what I meant... And there shouldn't be many people who say I'm a bully now, right?"

"On the contrary, there are so many people who say that my sister took this route because she was afraid to run the Classic Triple Crown."

"As expected of a netizen..."

"Speaking of which, Sister's rating is already super high now, 3 points higher than Xiaoying and Xiaote. Xiaocao's rating has dropped a few points, and it will probably go up another two or three points after this match."

"This rating is useless, right? Only foreigners prefer to use this term... By the way, isn't it a bit strange that I won the French Triple Crown? I've already been through a classic year..."

"There's no rule against running there, so just go and sign up and give it a try. If you're allowed to run, then run. If you're not allowed to run, just run the Irish St. Leger Stakes or the King's Stakes, or the Dubai race. There are so many races, there's always room for you to run."

"That's true..."

Wen Jing sat up from the bed. "This big bed is really comfortable. If I were to sleep on it, I can't imagine how happy I would be."

"You can imagine how happy my sister is at home sleeping on it."

Yaxian glared at Wen Jing symbolically, then threw the phone to Wen Jing, "Look, someone said before that you wanted to challenge the Tianqiu Run Bian Ze Triple Crown, but you, the Qiu Hua Shang, slapped Ku Ku in the face."

"Hahaha, I'll pack my bag and leave tomorrow after the Chrysanthemum Viewing Festival. Training and other things will strictly follow the plan I wrote."

"I'm not worried about that, but my sister always gives me the impression that she wants to avoid me for a few days, and she only took leave until Tianqiu, which is even more suspicious."

Yaxian finally agreed to it. After all, the dormitory head Ling Amazon, the student union, and even the board of directors had already signed it, and Wenjing's arrangement was not dangerous at all - there was even a map of where to go and where to stay...

The next day, Wen Jing, who had been going to bed early and getting up early for several days in a row, chose to get up early again. She went out for a morning run, got lost in the snack street, had breakfast, and then went to the river next to the school.

Qingyun Tiankong was indeed here, sitting on the slope looking at the river.

"Xiao Qing! I knew you were here. What are you thinking about?"

"Wenjing, do you still want to eat rice and fish?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"Because I want to eat it. How about making a bet?"

"Like when we bet on fishing?"

"Not entirely."

Qingyun Tiankong turned his head and looked at Wen Jing, "If I win beautifully this time, you can follow my instructions on what to eat."

"No problem, Xiaoqing, I want to see that plan you said was a brilliant one."

"It will definitely surprise you..."

Qingyun Tiankong said, "After all, only by casting a long line can you catch a big fish. Tighten first and then loosen. The same principle applies to slipping a fish."

……

"Um... here it comes! Xiaoqing!"

On the stands, Wen Jing looked at Qingyun Tiankong who had entered the stage, and together with Golden Master, she pulled up the banner they had prepared - [Riding in the sky above Qingyun! ]

But it was obvious that Qingyun Tiankong didn't feel very excited. Instead, he felt awkward and slipped away at the speed of light after a short pose.

Wen Jing and Golden Master did not put down the banners, but continued to hold them and wait for the gate to enter.

"Next up is the most popular one! Special Week!"

After picking up the discarded clothes during the special week, they left the stage and the next step was to enter the gate.

After making a fuss for a minute, Qingyun Tiankong was forced in by two staff members.

"There are a total of seventeen horse girls in the competition, and one is left entering the gate!"

The familiar scene made Wen Jing scratch her hair, "Why is it Akasaka again..."

"After all, her commentary is the most passionate... No one else can come up, and the perfect solo dance is all shouted out by her, so naturally she will continue to do live broadcasts."

Mi Yu analyzed it for a while and then stopped talking - the gate entry was over!

"Compete for the title of the strongest chrysanthemum award!"

"Seventeen horse girls gallop out!"

"Game start!"

"Some horse girls don't have a very good start!"

Wen Jing selectively ignored part of the situation and stared at Qingyun Tiankong who was vying for the leading position in the front, counting silently in her heart.

"But it's not a big problem. Then who will take the lead?!"

"Qingyun Sky! Qingyun Sky is coming forward!"

"The next person is number six!"

"The Saint King's aura in the back seems a little anxious!"

"Number Nine's Holy King Aura is a little anxious!"

"On the first lap, on the downhill at Turn 3, the horse girl group was obviously anxious!"

"Especially Zhou Ye is anxiously moving forward!"

"Turn into Turn Four!"

"When will the special week of the seventeen calm down?"

Feeling Mi Yu poking her waist, Wen Jing tilted her head and glanced at all the RTF members who were looking at her. She probably understood that they wanted to estimate the speed she had estimated. "A thousand meters is about 60 seconds. This pace is still a bit fast for long distances, so it's so chaotic."

"Get in the line!"

"Just as predicted! Qingyun Tiankong is leading the way!"

“This is the first breakthrough for her!”

"The formation is gradually becoming longer and narrower!"

"There is still a horse girl in the middle group who is in a state of anxiety. Is it really because of this pace?"

"Special Week has calmed down! He's finally calmed down!"

"In the back of the middle group! It's a safe position at the back!"

Wen Jing touched her chin and glanced at the electronic screen. She was a little surprised by the pace of 59.6. "Can you guarantee that you won't lose speed later..."

His gaze shifted to Te Bie Zhou again - she had already gotten into the state and seemed very calm.

Wen Jing looked at the blue sky that had entered the first bend again, "Actually, I really want to eat fish."

"The Kyoto Grand Prix in the Blue Sky! Can we recreate that victory?!"

"The blue sky is still leading!"

"The Holy King's Halo is following nearby!"

"Slowly, Teji Zhou gradually shortens the distance!"

"The second turn at the Kyoto racetrack!"

"Take a deep breath, take a breath!"

"The rhythm is exclusive to Qingyun Sky!"

"Now you should feel great!..."

Wen Jing suddenly frowned, and her hands involuntarily tightened around the railing, "Hiss - this is a bit weird..."

"What's weird?"

"Of course it's this pace. If I slow down further, it will be a 65-second pace..."

Wen Jing stared at the blue sky that always gave her the feeling of losing control and the "slope" that she was about to step onto, and suddenly she had a strange feeling in her heart - there couldn't be a reversal, right?

"It's speeding up again..."

"You really are worthy of being the Star of Trickery..."

Wen Jing suddenly realized, "I was really deceived by her."

"Eh? What's going on? Xiaoqing, it will be very dangerous if you continue like this, right?"

Wen Jing stopped talking, but just stared at the blue sky in front of her - she seemed to be in better condition as she turned downhill!

"It's the downhill of the third turn! Special Week is starting to move!"

"Special Week rushed forward through the outer lane!"

"Holy King Halo! I feel good! I am gradually moving forward!"

"Can Qingyun Tiankong lead the way to the end?!"

"Can you lead the way again after the White Nine-Tail?!"

"Will this be a first-ever lead victory in 38 years?!"

"Qingyuntiankong! Qingyuntiankong is leading!"