Uma Musume: Broken Supercar

Time that is fulfilling always passes quickly, and the warm daily routine can really make people forget the pressure of the upcoming competition.

However, the two did not forget to train. On the contrary, because Wen Jing trained too much, Haidu also started high-intensity training.

The results were good, and Haidu City's performance began to gradually improve, but it was still not that stable.

Wen Jing's results were the same as usual, but she extended the rest time between each round of training.

"By the way, tomorrow is the G1 race you were going to run. Time has passed so quickly."

Wen Jing moved her butt so that Haidu could sit on the single sofa where she was.

"Hmm, how do you pronounce that..."

Haidu frowned, "The chrysanthemum viewing is tonight."

Wen Jing nodded, "Well, after all, Japan started a long time ago, and the two competitions are on the same day."

"So Wen Jing is going to stay up late?"

"Well... I'm going to stay up for a while. Xiao Hai should go to bed early. After all, we have a competition."

Wen Jing touched her chin and leaned her head against Hai Dushi. "Xiao Hai always gets a pretty good position."

"It would be strange if someone like Wen Jing always got the outer gate, right?"

Haidu was speechless. He felt Wen Jing pushing into his arms, so he moved his arms and let her in.

When I lowered my head to meet Wen Jing's red eyes, I felt her hand gently grabbing my head.

Wen Jing blinked and pulled Haidu's face closer, whose face had turned red due to some action.

"Wenjing~"

Haidu's voice was full of temptation, which made Wen Jing subconsciously relax some of her strength, and then she felt like she was flying.

The next moment, my back touched the familiar touch of the sofa, and my head rested on a square pillow placed on the sofa.

Hai Du was already pressing forward. Wen Jing ignored her own pounding heart and kept her eyes fixed on Hai Du's flushed cheeks.

"Xiao Hai..."

Wen Jing's hands were not restrained by Haidu - Haidu just held her shoulders.

Because of this, Wen Jing's hands had already begun to get restless. Then Wen Jing decided to turn the passive situation into active one, and with one force, she pushed the two of them off the sofa together...

As the sound of landing was heard, thanks to Wen Jing's left hand that was always holding Hai Dudu's hair, Hai Dudu did not hit his head when he fell.

They both cried out in pain at the same time, and then froze in place.

"Wen Jing!"

Haidu's voice was somewhat speechless, the atmosphere just now was completely destroyed.

Wen Jing got up from the ground, shaking her hands, and then pulled up Haidu, who was not very strong.

"I'm sorry... I won't do it again next time..."

Wen Jing shrank her neck, looking like she was admitting her mistake, and secretly glanced at Haidu's expression, "In the future, I will definitely ask my family to buy me a super-large bed and sofa!"

Haidu rubbed his buttocks and lower abdomen, which were the only parts of his body that were injured. Wen Jing had already touched her lower abdomen with her right hand, and when she turned over, she was already completely dazed - although she was in the active position on top.

"Wait, do you want me to massage your legs again?"

Seeing that Hai Dudu didn't get angry, Wen Jing hugged her and rubbed her slightly heaving chest against Hai Dudu's belly.

"Yes……"

Haidu nodded and pushed Wen Jing away. The two of them sat on the sofa again, and they had no intention of watching the TV series they found on the Internet.

So Wen Jing opened the game and started the live broadcast.

Wen Jing's keyboard and mouse skills were not as smooth as Haidu's. After practicing with Haidu for a few times to familiarize herself with the operation, she started matching directly...

After playing games for two hours, Wen Jing went into the bathroom to take a shower. Haidu helped Wen Jing turn off the live broadcast and took her pajamas out of the bedroom.

Nearly an hour later, Wen Jing came out of the bathroom with wet hair. Hai Du glanced over there and said, "Wen Jing, are you trying to test the cadres with this?"

"Ah, because I didn't want to wrap myself in a towel. The curtains were drawn at home anyway, and it was just the two of us."

Wen Jing didn't care about anything and stepped onto the tiles in the living room barefoot. "My slippers are wet. I don't want to wear them. I've washed my underwear."

"Wen Jing has never been like this before..."

Kaito stood up and walked towards the bedroom, "I'll go get you your underwear."

"Since we are together with Xiao Hai, it doesn't matter."

Wen Jing saw the pajamas on the sofa and said, "Okay, but I won't blow dry my hair. I won't go to bed until after three in the morning anyway."

Haidu hummed, handed Wenjing's underwear to her, and then walked towards the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Wen Jing began her daily leg massage service, while trying to capture the occasional strange noises coming from the city.

After carrying the sleeping Haidu to the bed and covering him with a quilt, Wen Jing sat cross-legged in front of the computer and waited, while sending some harassing messages to the Sirius symbol.

After Wen Jing's hair was completely dry, the chrysanthemum viewing was finally about to begin.

Wen Jing yawned and looked at the rapidly increasing number of people in the live broadcast room of the Kyoto arena. She quickly stood up and stretched her muscles. After sitting for four hours, she felt like she was about to fall apart.

Mi Yu appeared in the circle and looked very energetic and his eyes were quite sharp, which made Wen Jing feel that this game would be very exciting.

However, when Wen Jing opened the bullet screen in the live broadcast room, she immediately felt that something was wrong and glanced at the guessing game opened by the organizer.

[The winner of the Chrysanthemum Award is...: A. Miura Bourbon; B. Rice Bath; C....]

Wen Jing casually clicked B. She was shocked by the percentage of people who had chosen it. "Nearly 90% of people chose Bourbon..."

In fact, Mi Yu's vote count was still relatively high - but still less than 6%. The Taikan poetry drama in the same show only got around 4, and the other horse girls were even worse.

After staying up for so long, she was no longer very sleepy. Wen Jing took out her cell phone, sent a message to Yaxian saying "I feel something is wrong", and then opened the LINE app on her computer.

After a while, Yaxian replied her with a question mark.

Wen Jing did not continue to explain, but continued to watch the race which had already started.

Mi Yu entered the gate as easily as usual. Wen Jing touched her ears and blinked at Miura Bourbon and Mi Yu who were in the same group.

The development after the start was not much different from what Wen Jing had expected. A large gap opened up in the front row because of the presence of Kyoei Strongbow and Miura Bourbon, but Mi Yu and Taikan Poetry Drama did not take the initiative to close in.

The two horse girls in the leading position were always looking for opportunities. After passing the classic uphill turn of the Chrysanthemum Viewing, Mi Yu followed closely behind the Daikan Poetry Drama and rushed forward!

Miura Bourbon's sprint was equally sharp. It seemed as if her infinite endurance allowed her to easily withstand the adverse effects of her super-high pace, and Gongrong's powerful crossbow was left far behind by her.

"Turning the final corner! Miura Bourbon is the first to rush into the final straight!"

"Back! Wait for the Kaneshi drama to gradually catch up!"

"Mi Yu is catching up too!"

Akasaka Misato's voice is very recognizable. Wen Jing touched her chin and looked at Miura Bourbon, who was obviously not as powerful as Miyu, and Taikan Poetry Drama, who had already been surpassed.

"Well, it's over..."

Wen Jing thought so, glanced at the screen, silently opened her Umatter and started editing the dynamics.

"Mi Yu is in the lead! Cross the finish line!"

After Akasaka Misato's voice, the boos from the stands made Wen Jing narrow her eyes. She hated people like that.

The direction of the barrage in the live broadcast room was also outrageous, but at the same time, another horse was also mentioned, the powerful crossbow of Gongrong that set the pace of the entire game.

Wen Jing sighed, sent her victory speech to Mi Yu, and then waited for the live interview with the winner.

Of course she couldn't watch the stage, she still had to sleep, and she would be scolded by Haidu if she stayed up all night.

Wen Jing stretched and posted the status she had edited, with the picture she took of the finish line being the screenshot.

[Roses also bloom in winter! ]