Uma Musume: Broken Supercar

"Hmm... Next up is the Arc de Triomphe, right?"

"Well, the Arc de Triomphe Competition, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

Wen Jing yawned and leaned against the prominent family, the phone in her hand showing the symbolic face of Rudolph.

"How are you feeling lately?"

"I'm fine, I'm in pretty good shape. Is Sister Luna busy recently?"

Wen Jing touched her chest and found that her body could still hold on for the time being.

"It's OK. Yaxian comes to visit occasionally, and Qicao and Bairen are often here too."

The noble family opened their mouth but did not interrupt their conversation.

Wen Jing's condition was indeed good, and she did not lie to her family, but the prominent family always felt that something was wrong - this girl was sleeping more than before, and most importantly, she was eating less.

After Wen Jing hung up the phone, she curled up completely, resting her head on Wangzu's legs.

"Wen Jing, don't push yourself too hard."

Wangzu pinched Wenjing's face and said, "Would you like to relax when we get to school?"

Wen Jing shook her head, "Not really. I can't relax at all."

Wangzu rubbed Wenjing's head with his hand, "Xiaohai should be able to easily see that you are just forcing yourself... After all, your appetite has decreased, and the effectiveness of your training has also decreased."

Wen Jing shook her head, "That's why I have to train harder."

"Don't avoid the important issues..."

The noble family was speechless, waiting for the airport's boarding notice with their ears pricked up...

Half a month later——

"Oh~ So Bourbon participated in a Umamusume special the other day?"

Wen Jing leaned on the railing of the French Horse Racing Girls Academy's playground, her eyes falling on Kaitoshi who was still running, "What about Da Mi? Da Mi is the second move of Derby after all, and is also the second most popular in the popularity ranking of the Kyoto Grand Prix. She should have been interviewed, right?"

"Rice is not being noticed..."

The sound of rice bath is small.

Wen Jing frowned, "That shouldn't be the case... Didn't reporter Otsuna Etsuko come to look for you?"

There was no sound coming from Mi Yu. Wen Jing kicked her legs and said, "It's normal. The Emperor raised the expectations for the undefeated triple crown to the highest level. It's normal for Bourbon to do this this year."

"Ah."

Wen Jing clearly caught Mi Yu's voice and continued, "How is the recent 'Eye on Bourbon Operation' going?"

"It's going pretty smoothly... Rice won't be left behind anymore..."

There was a hint of excitement in Mi Yu's voice, which made Wen Jing very happy. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Yaxian's symbolic voice coming from the other side.

"Sister! Do you want to challenge the Autumn Triple Crown again this year?"

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment, and began to count the days. The Arc de Triomphe race was in four days. "The Emperor's Autumn Viewing Ceremony was on the 1st of next month, the Japan Cup was on the 29th, and the Arima Memorial was on December 12th."

"Bingo! Judging from my sister's recent performance in the competition, there's a good chance that she can win!"

Yaxian said, "It would be great if I were in France too, so I could help my sister make a plan."

"Yaxian also helped me a lot in Japan. You were responsible for analyzing the contestants, taking care of the team's training, and making schedules for Xiaohua and Dami. You were very busy~"

Wen Jing smiled and said, "If Yaxian wants it, just submit the registration form."

Yaxian hummed, "Sister, take care of yourself~"

Listening to the voice on the other end, Wen Jing squeezed the railing hard. After talking to Chun Ulala and Mi Yu for a few more words, she hung up the phone and once again devoted herself to training.

The training volume was very large, and as a result, although Wen Jing's appetite was not high, she still ate a lot - as a result, her performance was not much different from before.

This also made Haidu, who had classes in the morning, training in the afternoon, and close contact with Wen Jing at night, so busy that he didn't notice Wen Jing's situation at all.

For Wen Jing, the days that were so fulfilling that they were a little too fulfilling passed too quickly, and the lottery press conference came before she had even adjusted her body.

As we all know, drawing lots is a fair random event.

But for Wen Jing, it was not random - Wen Jing got the outside gate again, and it was even the tragic 19th.

"Wen Jing's luck in drawing the number is second to none..."

Yongwu shook his head and commented.

The prominent family expressed their approval, "Only Wen Jing can hit the target with one shot like this, right?"

Haidu agreed with that. "Anyway, I haven't drawn the outermost one yet..."

After Wen Jing stepped down, Haidu went to an interview with Wen Jing. Wen Jing's declaration was as arrogant as ever, but no one thought she was bragging.

"Ms. Quiet Symbol! Do you have any horsegirls you consider a rival?"

She had heard this question many times, and she focused on the reporter, "Opponent? Isn't it natural that they won the Arc de Triomphe again?"

"The runaway horse girl can't win the Arc de Triomphe Tournament, that's because the horse girl is not good enough, not because the runaway tactics are not good enough."

"My only competitor is myself, and I will run at an even faster pace than last time."

The declaration of escape became a hot topic. Wen Jing didn't care at all that she would lose. Although her body was not adjusted well, she was completely used to the grass. Moreover, she and Yaxian symbolically analyzed all the players.

No matter how much Wen Jing acts like she doesn't care about those horse girls, she will still seriously remember the habits of each of them.

The training on the second day went on as usual, and the debate on the Internet was also heated. After all, this competition had a top rookie - Easy-to-use Software, who had won six games since his debut at the beginning of the year, four of which were G1 events.

Although Wen Jing was not very nervous, Haidu City and the prominent families were very nervous, which made Wen Jing feel inexplicably stressed.

On the day of the competition, Wangzu, Yongwu and Haidu stayed in Wenjing's preparation room together, and joked with her while Wenjing was putting on her winning dress.

It was not difficult to put on the decisive suit. After adjusting the cloak in Haidu City, Wen Jing drove all the horse girls out and sat on the chair looking at herself in the mirror.

"This is my second time stepping onto the Arc de Triomphe..."

"Everything is ready. If I can't hold on at this moment, I will regret it to death."

"So, use your whole body to run at least 2400 meters."

Wen Jing rubbed her chest, the thumping sound of her rapidly beating heart clearly reaching her brain, and she stood up.

The sound of deep breathing.

Wen Jing's red eyes stared at herself in the mirror.

"The goal is... consecutive championships."

She felt that her eyes were firm enough to allow her to join the party.

Patting her face with her hands, Wen Jing pushed open the door and walked out of the preparation room.

The cheers from the stage were so loud that she couldn't react. Her heart rate soared and she could feel herself light-headed after she stepped off the stage.

"The last person to emerge from the tunnel onto the field was..."

"She will strive to become the sixth horse girl to win the Arc de Triomphe in history - the symbol of gentleness!"

The live broadcast sounded very exciting, but Wen Jing didn't care. She greeted the audience, waved to the three people from Haidu standing in the front row, and trotted towards the gate.

As soon as she passed, the gazes she had felt in the appearance circle fell on her again. Wen Jing looked around and stood silently at her own gate - she was conscious, but it was difficult to enter.

"I'll catch you!"

Saint Jovit's voice came from the side. Wen Jing tilted her head and looked at the horse girl who left after saying that in confusion.

“I really don’t understand…”

Wen Jing muttered in a low voice and looked at each horse girl in order of popularity. They were very eager to fight, but the easy-to-use software seemed a little nervous.

"This is going to be a tough battle."

Wen Jing reached out and grabbed her ears. The opening number of the Arc de Triomphe race had ended, and the gate had been opened. Wen Jing tentatively tried to let herself go in.

failure.

Wen Jing was nailed to the gate. The staff had no choice but to put a blindfold on Wen Jing and coaxed her into getting in.

The hood was taken off and the gate behind her slammed shut. Wen Jing kicked the grass beneath her feet. Her overly excited body made her feel short of breath, and her off-the-charts heart rate made her face turn red.

"All the horse girls have entered the gate!"

“The most influential Arc de Triomphe competition!”

bang——

"here we go!"