Uma Musume: Broken Supercar

After Haidu City and Wangzu went to find their trainers, Wen Jing chose to jog around the outermost area alone. After getting used to the softness of the grass, it would not have much impact. However, in order to compete in the British 1,000 Guineas, Wen Jing still had to go to England early.

Wen Jing, who was lost in her thoughts, slowly stopped and shook her legs out of habit. Her breathing became so steady that she found it a little unbelievable.

“The last time I felt so comfortable running for so long was when I first arrived in China… I was in great shape.”

Wen Jing shook her ears and saw a team in front of her that was training. She quietly walked around the back of the team.

'The British 8 Guineas is 1609F long, with a total length of about meters. If I remember correctly, it is a long straight line without any curves.'

Wen Jing ran silently with her head down, and her speed gradually increased without her noticing.

"Without the curves, it's all about strength and speed... But I can run a little more relaxed then. If the Epsom Derby and the French Derby didn't conflict, I wouldn't have to make this choice for the first race..."

Wen Jing subconsciously dodged a horse girl jogging in front of her and plunged into the outermost bend.

After briefly concentrating her mind to cross the bend, Wen Jing's mind wandered again. The downhill slope on the false straight line also increased Wen Jing's speed a little bit again.

'Speaking of which, the overseas race that Dashu Express participated in before didn't seem to have any curves. I can go to her for advice. It's good to be retired.'

Wen Jing finally entered the final straight line and quietly lowered her body to prepare to charge, but suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.

Then she saw Duolemei rushing out from her left side, and Wen Jing's eyes lit up - she just had a feeling.

The rapid acceleration allowed Wen Jing to hold on to Duolemei easily, but the heaviness in her legs caused by the long-distance running could not be relieved. Wen Jing watched Duolemei run farther and farther, and crossed the finish line with a difference of four body lengths.

Wen Jing gradually slowed down and passed by Duolemei who had stopped to rest. She didn't want to stop yet, and her body had just crossed that limit - although her legs were still heavy, her breathing became easier.

"Wen Jing...she runs really fast, and she works so hard, but why is most of her training focused on endurance and controlling her pace?"

"I didn't lie to you, did I, Noble Family?"

With his hands on his legs, Haidu calmed his breathing and looked at Wenjing who was still running. "Because Wenjing is actually transforming herself."

"Self-transformation?"

Wangzu was a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions. He thought of this as Wenjing's way of cultivating herself and adjusting her state.

"A prominent family? Kaito? Do you know the purple-haired horse girl?"

"Dolomi?"

The prominent family looked at the indifferent-faced horse girl with some surprise. Haidu was still panting and had not fully recovered.

"Her name is Wen Jing Symbol, the horse girl of the Japanese Symbol family, and that red training uniform is the training uniform of the Japanese Tresen Academy."

The prominent family briefly introduced, "Why do you care about others?"

"Because she had already run at this speed for more than 20 laps in a row, and she still had the strength to sprint after me."

"Ha, Wen Jing is now the strongest horse girl in Japan's classic class. I've seen the ratings given by URA, TF, and WTR. Last year, only URA rated her."

"So what's the result?"

Dolemei glanced at the horse girl who looked like a purple meteor, and looked at the noble family and Kaitoshi.

Haidu was also a little curious. After all, Wen Jing didn’t care much about her rating, so she hadn’t watched it.

"I remember it was around 132 points at the moment."

“Isn’t this a bit too high?”

Haidu was a little surprised, shook his ears, and couldn't help feeling a little happy.

Dolemei also looked at the horse girl who was still running in surprise, "Wow, is it so high?"

“After all, Wen Jing has had quite a few big margins, and she has only run G1s all year without losing, so she still has some extra points in that regard… She also performed very well in mixed G1s, and her weights were all top poundage except for the classic races…”

Wangzu shook his head and stopped thinking about the score. He glanced at Haidu and felt that she had almost recovered. "Xiaohai, shall we run again?"

"Sure, but does Dolemei want to come along?"

"I'll forget it..."

On the other side, Wen Jing, who had no idea how many laps she had run, gradually slowed down and stopped. Her heart rate was not very high, which made Wen Jing feel that she was in great shape. She stood on tiptoe to see where Haidu was and found that they seemed to be resting, so she went over with her water cup.

"Little sea!"

Wen Jing's voice was not very penetrating, but the extremely rare Japanese here still made Haidu notice Wen Jing.

He waved his hand for Wen Jing to come over, and the three of them did leg stretches together. "When is Wen Jing going to England?"

"About April... The thousand guineas is on May 2nd, so we just need to go there a month earlier."

Wen Jing crossed her legs and said, "It's quite comfortable to run here. It's not as soft as I thought."

"I just said Wen Jing can adapt, right?"

The chat between the three did not last long. Haidu and Wangzu still had to continue training, so Wen Jing started doing interval sprints on her own.

After the daily training, Haidu and Wangzu accompanied Wenjing to the supermarket to do some shopping, and then they found that Wenjing bought a larger electric baking pan.

"Why did you buy this..."

"Just tell me if you'd like to eat the meat pie I make!"

So Haidu, who was originally planning to say something quiet, suddenly lost her temper - she really wanted to eat it, it was big, thick and delicious.

The prominent family was a little confused, but seeing that the city of Haidu would be delicious, they suggested eating this in the evening.

Wen Jing's eyes lit up, and she glanced at the things the three people bought. After hesitating for half a second, she quickly pushed the cart towards the vegetable area...

After returning home, Wen Jing shook her arms which were sore from carrying things upstairs, then pulled Haidu and Wangzu into the kitchen to start putting the food they bought in.

Wenjing worked very quickly, but because the pan was not big, she made several pancakes in a row.

The pancakes tasted really good, and Wen Jing also cooked some meat out of habit, so Wangzu specially found some wheat juice and grape juice to drink, so Wen Jing simply used the oven to make some grilled skewers...

"Wow... As expected of Wenjing, it's really delicious."

"That's right. My Wenjing is very capable in both housework and cooking. She's awesome."

Haidu blushed and squinted his eyes as he looked at Wen Jing who was somewhat speechless, then reached for the drink on the coffee table again.

Wen Jing gently slapped Hai Du's hand away, "I'm just saying that Xiao Hai should try not to drink next time. It's such a small amount that it's already like this..."

The prominent family twitched their ears and suddenly interrupted, "Whose Wen Jing is it?"

Haidu raised his face, pulled Wen Jing into his arms, and bared his teeth at the prominent family, "Wen Jing is mine, no one can take her away, right Wen Jing?"

The prominent family's shoulders trembled, and he silently turned off the recording on his phone. "Okay, I finally have Xiao Hai's dark history here..."

Wen Jing was speechless. Seeing that she couldn't break free, she simply lay down and held Haidu's dishonest hands with both hands. "Oh, yes, I'm yours. Now can you let me wash the dishes first?"

Haidu hugged Wenjing tightly to refuse. Wenjing sighed, and then heard the voice of the prominent family, "Then you two should do your business first. I will go wash the dishes."

Wen Jing opened her mouth, and the noble family walked away without looking back at her aunt, carrying the dishes that Wen Jing had cleaned up into the kitchen, "Can't you just drag me out..."

"Wen Jing is me!"

Haidu laughed and hugged Wenjing even tighter...