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"Do you want to stand so high?"

"When you stand taller than others, you can see farther than others, and when you see farther, you can notice more than just one landscape..."

"Okay! You always have a reason..."

Impatiently interrupting the trainer's words, Aimu Orihime showed a "vividity" that Narita Ji rarely saw.

It might as well be the first time I saw you.

It was the first time that Orihime-san, who was always calm and indifferent as if being forced by someone, would express her disgust for something so directly.

Sure enough, the initial guess was correct.

Orihime's situation today is very strange, but this may also be her once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Although it is not clear what kind of feud she has with Linton's trainer, Orihime-san in this state...

She looked down at her feet standing on tiptoe to tap the pasture.

That was the foot that once won in the Far East Derby.

Obviously there has been a transcendence, which proves that there has been a momentary parallel.

But the two hearts are always parallel.

There is no connection at all, and it is impossible to convey your own words.

Of course I don't think so...

Narita Lu has his own persistence, and insists on hoping that his friends and opponents will have a bright future.

Even if she is in a competition, it is always difficult to have both, and she wants to give her best.

Especially for Orihime, who looked worrisome, and stood there as if she was about to disappear with the wind and die.

It is true that Aimu Zhiji is not thin and short, let alone weak and weak.

On the contrary, that petite body hides the eye-catching explosive power, and his running posture can always catch the eyes of Narita when the trainer replays the game record.

Compared with the 'war meeting', the extreme running always attracts the attention of every racehorse girl, making them ask themselves whether they can do the same running.

There is only the destination in my eyes, and there is no other scenery, just like what the former Silent Suzuka mentioned in his graduation speech.

It can be regarded as Narita who has competed with him many times, even if the person concerned is still embarrassed, he has been called a strong enemy and even an old enemy by countless media and the public.

But they have more unreasonable worries than them.

She always felt that Miss Orihime might disappear in this kind of running. Of course, this did not mean that extreme competitive sports would bring hidden injuries and hidden dangers to the body, but would be an even more unacceptable destruction.

So she always wanted to persuade, and would frequently appear by the other party's side and sight.

Of course she knew that she was always seen as a hindrance, and she was even more aware that such efforts might be fruitless.

But she couldn't think of any other plan.

Even if she had no choice but to find Orihime's roommate, she could only repeat this in vain.

But if it's today, right now...

The purple-gold gradation pupils looked towards the outside of the track, sizing up the dark star who was doing warm-up exercises.

That was the name she heard during the conversation between the other party and Linton's trainer. At first hearing, she felt that it was perfect. Orihime is indeed like a star shrouded in darkness and releasing darkness. It is fascinating and exciting. concern.

If she thought about it, she should find a ray of light no matter what.

If not, you should bring it yourself.

It must be conveyed!
She stood on the runway again, radiating her brilliance wantonly like a round of scorching sun, and this will attract the unhappy eyes of Aimu Zhiji.

The blazing sun's shadowing of starlight has always been more thorough than that of the moon.

And this fell in the eyes of the trainer at a high place, so he nodded with more satisfaction.

So far, he is satisfied with his steps so far.

Although some time was wasted in the opening scene, the scene was exactly as he expected.

The so-called parallel running is just a common form of training.

Running training with more than two people is like a simulated game, but when the training itself is only two people, it can be said to be the ultimate confrontation.

At this time, the concept of training will be overshadowed by the horse girls' competitive spirit, and it will become a simulation game.

It was just like the past few confrontations, but this time, there were no horse girls who would become distracting items for observation.

At this time, Miss Vega, who always can't see the stars clearly because she is close to the sun, can she still maintain the same attitude as before?

"It's time to start," he said on stage.

There is no need for two horse girls to try their best to play the advantages of horse ears.

The training field system activated by the trainer's authority is synchronously notifying the 'players' on the field with the sound transmission module constructed by the tiny devices distributed around the field.

As his words fell, the gates of its own virtual architecture were constructed in modules in all directions.

The constructed gate is even more intimate than some racetracks, with screen marks counting down from 10S on the inside.

Then at the moment the "1" fell, the powerful feet that cut through the gust of wind and trampled on the ground suddenly stepped out.

"You're a little impatient, Miss Narita..."

Homa, who sighed just now, made sure to turn off the notification function, and looked at the data marked on the training ground bulletin board.

Fan position (order), name, order of entry (distance order) when leaving the gate, initial speed...

Of course, there will also be the most important thing about the start of the game-the delay time difference.

With that obvious 0.85, Narita Road is completely behind Aimu Zhiji's 0.12.

He didn't doubt the other party's desire to win, but this nearly one-second hesitation would bring disadvantages to the start that would be visible to the naked eye.

In the "Golden Ten Steps" that is often emphasized in the arena, Aimu Zhiji has already thrown a distance of a horse from Narita Road.

This is not in line with the expected picture between the two running methods of "chasing" and "going ahead". It can only be said that this start is unusual.

Ami Orihime, who seems to have collapsed her posture and revealed her weaknesses, instead showed that she "wanted to win" more than usual, and she should have been eager to try.

Narita, who seized the opportunity given by Linton's trainers, failed at the start as always, and it took some time to adjust while running.

But it is very difficult for her to have such an opportunity.

Because the substantial darkness has already begun to penetrate from the footsteps of Aimu Zhiji, drawing heavy traces in the midair together with the countless grass dregs that were trampled up.

It flashed by, just like the brilliance that often occurs when the skills of the three goddesses are activated, it is really easy to misjudge.

But no layman here.

There are also no more than ten other players crowded on the track, forming the 'cover' that would greatly hinder and interfere with vision in the previous game.

So it was so obvious at this moment, so obvious that Narita Road subconsciously deflected his footsteps.

She didn't realize that her bad situation at the beginning of the last G2 was thanks to him, she just thought it was the first time she saw her, and even if it was the first time she saw it, she didn't think it was a good thing.

"As the teahouse said, it's very similar..."

From the high platform of the auditorium, a voice suddenly came out and sighed.

"There is still a big difference. After all, her 'shadow' comes more from herself." Aomer, who was not surprised, said lightly.

"In that sense, she's closer to the 'Miss Shock'."

"Then you won't let the teahouse call her?" The other party turned his head and looked, holding a tree branch in his mouth so as not to hinder him from speaking, and his pale golden eyes were even sharper with feigned dissatisfaction.

Apparently she is Narita Bairen, who is now half the mentor of the cafe, and also a senior who gets along with negative energy.

At this moment, she was staring at Omer, but Omer didn't realize it, his eyes were always on the field: "It's just a small matter, so there is no need to bring up some disappointing topics when everyone is immersed in the enthusiasm."

"Then what am I?"

"You'll be with those people too?"

"No, that's too noisy."

"So isn't it good here?" Omer raised his hand, gesturing to the two people running in the field.

"It's very quiet, with a wide field of vision, and there's a special game that allows you to witness the boiling of your soul and the cry of your heart."

"But the version I heard is that the frog was boiled in warm water." Looking at the blue figure galloping in the scene, Narita Bairen narrowed his eyes slightly, "What did you do now?"

The starlight produced by burning is dazzling even to monsters who are not afraid of shadows.

But the devil came into view completely, firmly locked on the galloping comet, and the same scorching sun behind her, and said softly:

"She has no shortage of saviors, but those saviors are too gentle, or timid, without the courage to put all their eggs in one basket."

"Is there Narita Road?" Bai Ren asked looking at the golden figure.

In this regard, Omer just shook his head.

"No, she is too normal, so normal that she can't take out the twisted weapon against the twister."

"But luckily..."

When talking about this, he changed his tone again, his tone was calm and indifferent.

"She can be my weapon."