Uma Musume: Broken Supercar

"Wen Jing, you are really popular..."

Bi Deshi sat on Wen Jing's left, Wang Zu sat on Wen Jing's right, and they stared at the laptop screen on Wen Jing's lap.

"Indeed, he surpassed the second most popular candidate, Saint Jove, by almost 30,000 votes..."

Wangzu watched Wenjing refresh the page again, and Wenjing's votes increased by several hundred again.

Wen Jing shook her ears, her face full of pride.

"Hehe~ I'm awesome~"

"It's really awesome."

Bi Se took the opportunity to ruffle Wen Jing's hair and got off the bed. "I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to play games?"

"Sure, what do you want to play? Will the Noble Family come tonight?"

"Come on, Wen Jing, are you still going to do a live broadcast today?"

Wangzu took out his computer from his bag and turned to look at Wenjing.

Wen Jing nodded, "Yes, I'll go take a shower too, and we'll discuss what to play when I come back!"

Wangzu turned on the computer, watched Wenjing go in and out of the room with her pajamas, and found the controller from the cabinet...

"Wenjing, why is your luck in drawing the gate number so bad..."

Bi De Shijie looked at Wen Jing speechlessly, "The outermost one."

The prominent family shrugged, "Wen Jing's gate number has always been like this, many times it's been the outer gate."

"Actually, I'm pretty lucky in some aspects, but the gate number won't have much of an impact. If it doesn't work, I can just run and chase."

She is quiet and stands with her hands on her hips, and her confidence lies in her wide adaptability in running.

It was a good opportunity to say nothing, and together with the prominent family, Wen Jing was interviewed.

After that, I went to school with Wenjing to do some very common side by side running and stride training.

Bi De Shikai and the saddler who came to inspect frowned at Wen Jing's big leaping running style, "Tsk, how can she, who is so small, take such a long step..."

"God knows...she changes pace very quickly too."

Bi took the opportunity to glance at Galileo who was practicing switching steps in the distance, "Many horse girls will have some weird steps when switching steps, but Wenjing won't."

"This is Wenjing's talent. Wenjing's body is very flexible and strong. Most importantly, she is willing to spend time practicing this boring technique."

The noble family leaned on the railing, turned their heads to look at the saddler's well, pointed at Galileo who was reviewing his movements, and said, "The hardworking genius is the most terrible."

"Indeed..."

An Jiangjing deeply agreed.

The day before the championship, Wen Jing's training was still Spartan, and she did not lower her requirements for herself because of the upcoming competition.

At the request of Anjiangjing, Galileo ran several rounds side by side with Wenjing and Wangzu, and was then fed "spicy burger" by Wenjing and Wangzu. At this time, he was rolling around on the grass, a qualified actor.

Anjiang Jing was not fooled by Galileo's exaggerated acting skills. Under her death gaze, Galileo crawled up from the ground and stood next to Wen Jing.

Although this kind of parallel running training was no pressure for Wen Jing and the intensity was too high for Galileo, neither of them objected.

Wen Jing was able to stabilize her condition, and Galileo also got to eat the "spicy burger", a win-win situation.

After the training, the exhausted Galileo left early, and Wen Jing stayed in the stands chatting with Anjiang Jing and others.

The topic also revolves around the Arc de Triomphe Competition. After all, the most important competition in recent times is the Arc de Triomphe Competition.

"Wenjing, come to think of it, have you ever seen Xilishilu?"

The opportunity suddenly came up with a name, which made the saddler and the prominent family fall into deep thought.

Wen Jing frowned, "The horse girl who escaped from the Arc de Triomphe a year before my debut?"

Bi De Shi Shi nodded, "Yes, I remember she went to school in France. The prominent family should know about her, right?"

"I rarely see her, but I do know her name. At that time, her fans said things like 'The reason she couldn't win the Arc de Triomphe was not because of her running style, but because of the horse girl'."

The prominent family twitched their ears, "That year when the opportunity came, it was the second move, right?"

Bi De Shi Jie did not deny it, "Yes, it has been the second move for two consecutive years."

"So what happened to her? I haven't seen her either."

Wen Jing tilted her head and reached out to grab Bijie's clothes.

Bi De Shi Shi shook his head, "I just saw her reposting the video of Lei Bitu-senpai on Umatube, and wanted to ask if you have met her, after all, they are both runaway horse girls."

"So, do you want to eat at home or outside?"

Wen Jing stood up suddenly and glanced at the pony girls around her, "Chef Wen Jing will cook for us today~"

The prominent family stood up, poked Wen Jing's forehead with his hand, and laughed, "It's always Chef Wen Jing who cooks for us."

Bi De also stood up and pulled An Jiangjing up, "Senior An Jiangjing, please come with us. Wenjing's cooking is super delicious..."

Japan.

After getting up, Emperor Donghai glanced at the new goal he had written on the wall and the old goal that had been crossed out next to it, "I have to catch up first."

After washing up, the Emperor of the East Sea glanced at the sleeping Maya Heavy Cannon, then trotted out to the teaching building, "I must apologize to the trainer today..."

Although she felt that she had done nothing wrong, her words yesterday were still too harsh, and it was also the first time she had quarreled with a trainer.

The Emperor of the East Sea sat in his seat, glanced at Mejiro McQueen's empty seat, and sighed.

She didn't know why, but after watching the Emperor Championship, she found herself becoming extremely sensitive and impulsive because of an inexplicable sense of urgency in her heart.

It was as if someone was urging her to hold on, as if this goal would soon be gone, but this was obviously the most impossible thing - the symbol of gentleness and quietness looked very good.

The Emperor of the East Sea looked at the scenery outside the window and suddenly realized that the teacher's voice was getting closer and closer to her...

After finishing the training, the East China Sea Emperor, looking a little tired, lay on the bed, waiting for the start of the Irish Championship.

"A quiet match?"

Maya Heavy Artillery looked at the Emperor of the East Sea and waved his hand to attract his attention. "The Emperor has been distracted lately."

"Have it?"

The Emperor of the East China Sea didn't think so. He looked up and met the sparkling eyes of Maya Heavy Cannon.

"Yes, the Emperor is not as energetic as before."

Maya Heavy Artillery sat down next to the Emperor of the East Sea, "Is there anything I can do for you..."

"The gates are open! The game begins!"

Akasaka Misato's voice was heard, and the Irish Championship began. The Emperor of the East China Sea did not look for the official live broadcast room, but chose the Japanese broadcast.

“The exit of the symbol of gentleness is as good as ever!”

“What a great exit!”

Maya Heavy Artillery suddenly spoke, and then poked the Emperor of the East Sea, "Is it because of Wen Jing?"

"Maybe……"

The Emperor of the East Sea didn't know how to describe it. "Recently, there's always a voice in my heart urging me..."

Akasaka Misato's live performance was as passionate as ever, but the Emperor of the East Sea didn't listen at all.

"The last hundred meters! There's still a gap of nearly five body lengths!"

"The gap is still widening! This is an absolute symbol!"

"The Queen that no one can get close to!"

"A complete crushing victory!!!"

The Emperor of the East China Sea stopped his thoughts which were flying to somewhere unknown and looked at the screen. The gap finally showed to be six and three quarters.

"Leading all the way to victory! Wen Jing is amazing!"

Maya's eyes turned into stars. "She is in great shape. It is very likely that she will be able to watch the Arc de Triomphe competition like this!"

The Emperor of the East China Sea hummed, watched Maya Heavy Artillery return to the bed, then lay down and put on his headphones.

The live broadcast room, which was not closed, continued to broadcast the post-match award ceremony and interviews.

The Emperor of the East China Sea listened in a daze, his thoughts drifting back to the past hours again.

"I want to be...I want to be a horse girl like Wenjing-senpai!"

The familiar sentence structure instantly sobered the Emperor of the East China Sea, and he focused his eyes on the handsomely dressed pony girl in the picture.

"The Star of Haidu?"

A quiet voice came out, "No, no, no, stars shouldn't be like me."

"why?"

"After all, Xingxing, you don't want to run your debut battle four times, right?"

The atmosphere in the interview suddenly became cheerful. Although Wen Jing's words were indeed funny, the Emperor of the East China Sea could not laugh.

After a great victory of nearly seven horse lengths, the Emperor of the East China Sea looked at Ai Guan, whose love crown had been cut out of the entire film, and felt as if the flame he had just ignited had encountered the wind.

Good news, there's wind. Bad news, it's a hurricane.

The faith that I had pieced together with great difficulty had an imperceptible crack...