Uma Musume: Broken Supercar

The atmosphere of the whole dinner was very relaxed. Wen Jing originally planned to invite her parents over, but Ning Jing refused on Zhou Ri’s grounds that “this is a gathering among horse racing girls.”

After Wen Jing had filled her stomach completely and quickly paid the bill, a group of horse girls first sent Wen Jing and Hai Du back to school, and then went back to the hotel together.

Haidu took Wenjing's hand and pushed open the dormitory door. Wangzu was still not there - there was no light in her room, and her usual shoes and the shoes she wore for the final match were not in the shoe cabinet.

"The noble family really wants to win."

Haidu suddenly remembered that Wen Ya's dancers had also been training very hard recently. "Or maybe they didn't want Wen Jing to win."

"Yeah, it's the Arc de Triomphe after all."

Wen Jing touched her chin. Just looking at the weather in the past few days, if it doesn't rain tonight, the grassland will probably be in good condition, but the weather forecast said it would rain heavily.

While Wen Jing was thinking on the bed, Hai Du changed into pajamas and went into the bathroom. The sound of water brought Wen Jing back to her senses. She glanced at the late time, took off all her clothes, and opened the bathroom door in Hai Du's shocked gaze.

It took a long time for both of them to take a bath. Wen Jing was yawning and Hai Du was helping her blow dry her hair.

After the hair was dry, Wen Jing took the hair dryer to blow Haidu's hair.

After the two of them had finished their work, Wen Jing took out the winning suit and looked at it. In the end, she chose to wear her second winning suit - at least it was more of a symbol of home than the first one.

Wen Jing folded the clothes and placed them on the bedside, "Xiao Hai, go to bed early?"

"Wenjing has a competition tomorrow, so she must go to bed early."

"But I'm so energetic and can't sleep."

Since Haidu had turned off the lights, the only light in the room was coming from the window. Wen Jing looked out the window and yawned again for no apparent reason.

"Wenjing, you're yawning, come to bed!"

Haidu fanned the quilt, and Wen Jing crawled into the quilt with a "hmm" sound, and then she found that Haidu was hugging her to his chest.

Wen Jing looked up and met Haidu's dark eyes.

"sleep."

Haidu said softly, patting Wenjing's back gently, making Wenjing inexplicably feel like she was being hugged by her mother when she was a child.

Wen Jing chose to close her eyes, even though she was very excited.

A few minutes later, Wen Jing opened her eyes because Haidu stopped moving.

Feeling Haidu's steady breathing, Wen Jing easily realized that she had fallen asleep.

So Wen Jing closed her eyes again, ready to fall asleep smelling the scent of Haidu City.

Half an hour later, Wen Jing opened her eyes hearing the rustling sounds outside the window.

It took some effort to escape from the embrace of Haidu City, then I dragged a stool barefoot and sat by the window as quietly as possible, watching the raindrops falling on the glass turn into lines and flow down.

She could feel her heart beating faster and faster, but Wen Jing had no idea why this was happening.

I am considered a seasoned fighter, but I still can't sleep before a competition.

Wen Jing sighed, her completely unfocused vision making everything in front of her blurry yet unusually sensitive.

My thoughts drifted back to my childhood. My right hand, which was placed on my leg, grabbed my ear and pulled...

The next morning, Wen Jing woke up in a daze and found herself lying on the bed with the familiar ceiling in front of her.

"Wen Jing, are you awake?"

"Ah."

Wen Jing got up from the bed and turned to look at the window. It was still raining outside and the gloomy sky seemed to foreshadow something.

“This weather is really uncomfortable.”

Haidu noticed Wenjing looking outside and said, "Wenjing, it's time for us to eat. Let's get ready."

Wen Jing nodded without asking when she was carried to the bed.

Haidu shook her ears and saw that Wen Jing didn't seem to have a cold, so she didn't mention that she suddenly found Wen Jing sleeping huddled up by the window and shivering in the middle of the night.

Wen Jing looked at her water cup, took a sip of the water, and then coughed a few times.

"Ginger water?"

"Ah."

Haidu nodded, watched Wen Jing put down the cup thoughtfully and went back to the house, put on a raincoat and waited for Wen Jing to come out.

Wen Jing picked up her bag and stuffed the water cup directly into it, put on the shoes of her winning suit, put on a blue raincoat, and went out with Haidu.

After arriving at the Longchamp arena, Wen Jing checked her identity and entered the preparation room under the guidance of the staff.

Haidu encouraged Wen Jing with a bear hug and went straight to the stands.

Wen Jing stroked the cup of water, feeling her heartbeat that was about to jump up even though it was just "idling". She sighed and stared at her own red eyes in the mirror.

"Wen Jing, are you there?"

Hearing the sound, Wen Jing turned her head and saw the Sirius symbol and the Indian symbol.

"Sister Sirius? Ingan?"

"We two came to see you, the seniors can't leave."

"Did you meet Senior Beidi Wuren?"

"Well, Nizhensky, Lifar, Saddler Well, and Yongwu are all here. I also saw quite a few amazing horse girls in the stands."

The Sirius symbol was about to say something when he was interrupted by the Indian symbol.

"Sister Wenjing, where is Sister Xiaohai? Sister Sirius and I are going to look for her."

"It should be at the front of the stands, close to the finish line."

Wen Jing smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's better to be a little nervous for a competition of this level."

After seeing the two off, Wen Jing sat and waited for the appearance circle to begin.

There was no usual chatter at the entrance of the show circle, and Wen Jing easily noticed the two instigators -

An extremely serious and elegant dancer who seemed to have been reborn, and a prominent family standing beside her who seemed to have transformed into an evil spirit and was wondering what was going on.

The terrifying aura she exuded from beginning to end made Wen Jing lick her lips.

'This game is much more interesting...'

After the appearance lap, Wen Jing entered the track, felt the force of the raindrops hitting her body, took a deep breath, and she was already getting excited.

"Ah, as expected, the symbol of gentleness is the first to enter the gate..."

“I can’t enter the gate all at once~”

"Yeah, such a serious bad site is really rare~"

"But our noble family is well suited to running in such a venue, right?"

"Yes, this kind of venue is a great challenge for both the symbol of quietness and the elegant dancer who have never run on such a bad ground..."

The tone of the French live broadcast was very interesting. I was chatting with the commentator next to me about my views on the performance of the Maradona. After a while, cheers broke out again in the stands of the Longchamp Stadium in the heavy rain.

"Okay, follow Wen Jing's symbol of success!"

The live broadcast voice became excited, and the heavy rain could not dampen his excitement, "The biggest competition in France this year!"

"A competition that will determine the most powerful horse girl in all of Europe!"

bang——

The sound of the gate opening made the already excited horse girls start quickly!

"The Arc de Triomphe Contest! It's begun!"

As expected, the girl in the front is the symbol of gentleness!

"All the horse girls had a great start!"

“The exit was very good and the symbol of quietness gradually moved forward!”

"As expected, they would choose to lead!"

In the field, Wen Jing felt difficulty with her first kick after leaving the gate - her feet were too soft. If the Golden Master had come over, he probably wouldn't have been able to pull his feet out.

The raindrops kept hitting her body, soaking her winning suit while also extinguishing Wen Jing's determination to completely close the gap.

Judging from the sounds, they are about four body lengths away from me, so I just need to stay still.

Wen Jing thought so, ignoring the aristocratic family behind her who seemed to want to devour her. She estimated her own pace and felt it was still within the normal range.

It's cool on rainy days, Wen Jing thought, licked her lips, shook off the water droplets on her wet hair with her hands, made sure that no water would get into her eyes, and then pressed her body down slightly.

Wen Jing felt that the car would not be very slippery, so she increased the speed slightly and entered a low-speed range that was comfortable for her. She felt the vague sight from behind and the terrifying pressure of temptation.

"Tsk, I'll make up for the gap in position in the Japan Cup this time..."

Wen Jing's rising aura made the horse girl behind him look a little anxious. The majesty of the monarch should not be underestimated!

After silently thinking about how to pass the curve, Wen Jing maintained her speed and prepared to pass the curve at a constant speed - after the curve was that damn fake straight line.

"The symbol of gentleness has been brought a little faster!"

"The group seems to be a little anxious to move forward!"

"The elegant dancer is still in fourth place!"

"The Noble Clan still stays in the front of the middle group and keeps the pace!"

"The symbol of gentleness has entered the curve first!"