Uma Musume: Broken Supercar

The training in the next few days was normal. Wen Jing took advantage of the opportunity to be on the playground every day to observe the training of Patricia and other horse girls from afar.

There were still some gains. After all, Wen Jing felt that her winning rate had improved a bit.

Wen Jing looked at some key points and runway analysis she had drawn on paper, and silently looked at some information on the computer.

"Tomorrow we're going to draw the numbers, will you wear your winning uniform?"

"Yeah, other clothes don't fit."

Wen Jing turned her head and looked at her father who was holding something. "What is this?"

"Snacks, after the competition, will you and Xiao Hai go to France together?"

Dad opened the box and showed it to Wen Jing. "I will go there to accompany you for a few days in a while, and then I will return to Japan. Will you participate in this year's Japan Cup and Arima Kinen?"

"Arima Kinen is indeed in the plan, but I won't run in the Japan Cup. I have to go to the United States."

Wen Jing tilted her head and found her father sitting next to her, "The grass race in November, let's go and have some fun with Silent Suzuka."

"Oh, I'll go with you to draw lots tomorrow?"

"Okay, help me block the reporters."

Wen Jing shrugged and looked at the information about Ma Musume displayed on her computer...

The next morning, Wen Jing got up early, washed, put on her winning suit, and waited for her father to wake up to check the additional messages on her mobile phone.

Half an hour later, Wen Jing, who was bored and watching videos, heard her father's voice.

"Walk."

Wen Jing jumped to the ground and followed her father out of the hotel.

She felt at ease with her father driving, so she found a place to have breakfast first, and then went directly to the Kara stadium.

What the two of them didn't expect was that they were still the ones who arrived very late - even though the official lottery would not start until the afternoon...

"Wenjing, are you going to go to school again today?"

"Run, you have to keep in good shape."

Wen Jing wagged her tail and stood in the corner with her father, watching the other horse girls on the stage.

When she heard her name being called, Wen Jing dragged her father over and stood on the other side of the stage waiting to go on stage.

Following behind her is a horse girl named Tejian, who is currently ranked third in popularity and has been doing pretty well recently.

Wen Jing recalled the information she had seen, greeted Patricia who came behind her, and then looked towards the stage.

It was soon their turn after the draw. Wen Jing went up first, while her father had already gone around to the corner of the stage.

He took out a piece of paper from the number box, took a look at it and then showed it - 6枠6番.

Right in the middle, Wen Jing shook her ears, listened to the various questions from the reporters below, and narrowed her eyes.

"Excuse me, Miss Wen Jing, what do you think of your opponent?"

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment, then quickly found the reporter and wrote it down in the little notebook in her heart, “I just want to say that I have been studying the opponents of the Arc de Triomphe competition.”

Then, regardless of the panicked crowd of reporters, Wen Jing quickly slipped off the stage and found her father.

"Why are you talking like that? Didn't you say you should be careful with your words?"

Dad rubbed Wenjing's head. Although his words were strange, there was no blame in his tone.

Wen Jing looked up at her father, her red eyes flashing with a cunning light.

"I didn't lie. I did research my opponent in the Arc de Triomphe."

Wen Jing ignored the hand on her head and turned towards the stage, "After all, the opponent in this game has been basically studied."

"Then I look forward to my girl's performance~"

Dad raised his hand and slapped Wenjing on the head with a little force, making Wenjing's hair messy.

Wen Jing blinked, took a step aside with a look of disgust on her face, and then reached out to tidy up her hair.

Many reporters have come over. Dad answered some of the questions he knew, and the remaining two said that nothing has been confirmed yet. However, neither of them concealed the news of the Arc de Triomphe competition - Wen Jing leaked it herself.

"By the way, Wenjing, your mother's family has made a new winning suit for you."

Dad suddenly remembered something, reached out to grab Wen Jing's clothes, but then let go, "This set of clothes of yours will get damaged if you lift it, but that one is said to be able to lift you up."

"No, why do you have to carry it? It's obviously easier to hold it..."

Wen Jing looked at her father in silence.

"One more thing. As the person who sent you the winning uniform, your mother will come to watch the Saint-Lezhi Championship~"

"what?"

Wen Jing frowned. Now she had to take the competition more seriously - this was one more reason why she couldn't lose.

Dad took Wenjing's hand and left the venue. The drawing was over, the interview was done, and Wenjing still had to go back for training.

It was already evening when we got back to school. Wen Jing changed into training clothes in the car and rushed to the playground.

Haidu City and Wangzu have finished their training and are stretching their legs.

So, Wen Jing successfully pulled the two horse girls up from the ground, and the three of them teamed up again and started jogging.

Two hours later...

The exhausted Wangzu looked at Wen Jing who was still running, and stopped with Haidu who was also exhausted beside him, "I feel like I need to go see the three goddesses."

"Me too... Wenjing's training intensity is really too high..."

Haidu, who had just followed Wen Jing for half a lap, was breathing rapidly, but his eyes never left Wen Jing who was completely out of control.

The wild running posture that could not be described as gentle at all and the small body full of power attracted her as usual.

The seed in my heart gradually took root - I must compete with Wen Jingying on the field, and it must be a G1 level match!

"Wen Jing..."

Haidu muttered quietly, and suddenly looked at the prominent family, "Can you run another lap with me?"

"Eh? Aren't you going to wait for Wen Jing to come back? Can you still run?"

The prominent family poked Haidu, then glanced at Wen Jing who was about to rush into the curve on the opposite side, and nodded.

So Wen Jing, who was running fast, stopped with the intention of catching up with the two people who had fallen behind. After passing the bend, she kept running for a while before realizing that she had not even seen the horse girl whom she had regarded as the finish line.

Curiously glancing at the bend ahead, she spotted them on the bend. Feeling like her lungs were about to explode, Wen Jing decisively chose to slow down - she wasn't running to overcome her difficulties today.

"Damn it, the finish line in my house actually runs..."

He muttered and slowly stopped at the entrance of the bend. He looked at the two horse girls who had already reached the entrance of the bend on the other side. They were not as fast as before. He realized that they were probably very tired.

Wangzu and Haidu staggered over to Wenjing who was stretching her legs, and noticed that Wenjing's phone was showing the video posted by URI.

"Official video of the Irish Horse Girls Association?"

"Yep."

Wen Jing stroked her chin and looked at Wangzu and Haidu who were sitting next to her. "I just wanted to see everyone's reaction. After all, my pre-match trash talk was out there..."