Uma Musume: Broken Supercar

The interview after the draw ended quickly. Yaxian was in charge of the whole process, and Wenjing just stood quietly as a background board. However, she was later pulled away by reporter Otsuma Fumiko for an exclusive interview.

After finally escaping from Otonashi Etsuko, Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, "I almost got caught in a trap. Reporter Otonashi really knows how to dig a hole for me to fall into..."

"As a reporter, the professional ethics of Otome Shi are really no joke..."

Yaxian nodded frantically, and both of them looked a little scared. "Will Sister come to school after the Japan Cup?"

"Roughly the same?"

Wen Jing thought about it and felt that there shouldn't be any problem. "It depends on whether Dr. Gao Jian agrees. If he thinks I need to rest at home, I won't be able to go to school."

"Dr. Takami... That's all, sister, do your best in the Japan Cup!"

Wen Jing nodded, hummed, and pointed to the speed symbol parked on the side of the road. "Speed ​​Auntie is here to pick me up. See you in the preparation room the day after tomorrow."

Wen Jing had just taken two steps when she suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Yaxian, "Yaxian, is Xiaoqing okay?"

"It's not bad, just common flexion tendinitis, but I'm not sure how long it will take to recover... Now I've asked for leave to go home, and Xiaohua is accompanying her."

Yaxian took out her phone symbolically, "Also, in the recent competition, Ulala's best result was two moves, but she was running happily as always."

Wen Jing smiled, "I'm glad Xiaoqing is okay. When I asked her, she always avoided the main point and didn't want to tell me. As for Ulala, I just hope she's happy running..."

After chatting for a few more words, the two separated, and Wen Jing returned to the symbol house for final training.

The lineup for the next day was finalized, and by the evening, Wen Jing's popularity votes had risen again, but it did not threaten her second most popular position in the special week at all.

Wen Jing didn't think much after finishing a day's training. She went to sleep peacefully after making the usual phone call...

"The symbol of gentleness! Enter the gate!"

Wen Jing stood calmly at the gate door, looking at the gate No. 9 with its mouth wide open in front of her, and swallowed silently - she really wanted to escape, but the staff behind her was holding her down so tightly that she couldn't move at all.

The surroundings became increasingly darker, and the gate box moved closer and closer until Wen Jing was completely swallowed up.

The surrounding noise suddenly became silent, the only difference was the sudden deafening sound of an alarm clock.

Wen Jing suddenly opened her eyes. Her extremely clear mind made her a little unbelievable. She had clearly had a nightmare all night and turned off the alarm clock which was still ringing.

After washing up, she prepared to go downstairs to eat. There were only two hours from the symbolic house to the Tokyo stadium, so Wen Jing planned to leave at ten o'clock - if she went there too early, the preparation room would be useless.

Wen Jing yawned, feeling that the effects of the high level of mental excitement caused by the nightmare had begun to fade away. She did not sleep well at all and began to feel sleepy.

After dinner, Wen Jing packed up her things and took the speed symbol's car to participate in the competition as usual. The Sirius symbol went to the school to take care of Ji Zhao because he was sick.

After arriving at the stadium and having lunch, the two men went directly through the passage into the underground preparation room, while the symbol of speed found a good seat in the stands.

The timing was very accurate. In the last game, the horse girl in the preparation room just came out with her bag.

Wen Jing yawned again, stretched, went into the house and sat down to reply to the encouragement sent by Haidu and others.

"team leader?"

"Hey, Master, where are they?"

Wen Jing looked at the golden master who came in alone with some curiosity, and wondered what the others were doing.

The Golden Master shrugged and said, "I came over to check... The captain doesn't look like he slept well at all."

"Because I had a nightmare all night! Let me tell you, I was being eaten by the same gate box all night..."

"Maybe it's because my sister doesn't want to go through the gate?"

Yaxian Yuzhi suddenly popped up, followed by Miyu and Chun Ulala, "Sister Xiaoli is talking to Sister Xiaoyu and the others, come down later."

"Eh? Sister Xiaoyu and the others are here too?"

"Well, I saw a bunch of familiar horse girls over there in the stands..."

Yaxian said symbolically, "After all, this Japan Cup is really full of gimmicks."

Mi Yu poked Wen Jing and handed her the fortune stick from Kamo Shrine. "This is for Wen Jing. It will bring good luck to Wen Jing."

"Xiaoji? Thank you, Da Mi. I feel much more at ease. I drew the worst lot at my place last time..."

Wen Jing folded it slightly, put it into the small pocket of the decisive suit, and began to change into the decisive suit.

After changing clothes, Xiaolimao came in. As soon as she said hello, she was pushed out by the RTF, leaving only Yaxian as a symbol - "Yaxian still needs to discuss tactics with Wenjing..."

Wen Jing laughed out loud, turned her head and looked at Ya Xian, "So how do you run?"

"The long straight lines in Tokyo are not conducive to escaping, but since you are my sister, I think it is better to run and escape."

Yaxian said symbolically, "Also, you must be careful of the special Zhou's mark. It is difficult to escape if you are targeted. Xiaoqing said so."

Wen Jing nodded to show that she understood, and jumped on the spot for a few times, feeling that she was fine, "OK, I'm going to show off."

Most of the horse girls gathered in a group before the appearance circle to talk. Wen Jing stood next to Golden Journey and Naughty Suzuka, eavesdropping silently and waiting for her own turn on the stage.

"Next up is the third popular symbol of gentleness! This is the first time she has fallen out of the top two."

"Yeah, but Wen Jing's symbol looks great, and the cheers in the stadium are really loud."

"Right, I wonder what pace she can bring out today... Next up is the second most popular, the Japanese general, special week!"

After stepping down from the stage, Wen Jing heard the extremely loud cheers, shuddered, patted the prominent family's arm, and stood there waiting.

After waving to Te Bie Zhou who came down, he watched him go away. Listening to the huge noise outside, he felt his blood boiling.

"Let's go, Wenjing."

"Ah."

The two walked out of the tunnel together, causing another huge cheer from the stands, "The prominent family is really popular."

"Wenjing is not bad either. That horse girl over there has been watching you."

“Indigenous people, my predecessors when I was studying in Hong Kong.”

Wen Jing said this and took the initiative to walk over there, but she still kept an eye on the prominent family - especially Zhou Past.

"What did she say to you? She was so surprised."

"He threatened me in French, 'Be careful', although he said it in phonetic notation."

"Huh? She doesn't speak French..."

"Is that so? I don't want this Japan Cup to be anything special."

The prominent family patted Wen Jing on the shoulder and said, "You go through the gate first, please."

Wen Jing's mouth twitched, and she stood at the gate and sighed, "I'm talking to Gate No. 9, can you not eat me?"

Wen Jing muttered but got no response from the gate box. She gestured with her hands and complained silently, "Why is the gate box so small..."

"Ms. Wenjing, the gate boxes are all the same width..."

The staff held Wen Jing's shoulders, put a hood on her, and pushed hard.

Wen Jing gave up resisting and went in obediently, then she felt the hood being taken off.

The dim light shining in caused Wen Jing's already high heart rate to soar, and she subconsciously reached out to grab her ears and kick the grass.

"Wen Jing, don't be nervous..."

Huang Jin Lu Cheng gently knocked on Wen Jing's gate box, and Wen Jing also knocked to show that she understood, and then squinted her eyes and stared at the bottom edge of the gate.

"In Tokyo, the grass course is 2400 meters left and the grass is in good condition."

Wen Jing whispered, her eyes gradually becoming firm.

bang——

The sudden brightening of the light made Wen Jing squint her eyes, and she took advantage of the situation and rushed out quickly as the gate box opened!

The stands suddenly erupted in huge cheers!

"The game begins!"