Uma Musume Girl, I'll tell you about my Santa Hat special move too?

Stardust Illusion silently closed its eyes and began to adjust its state.

Once she stepped onto the field, she couldn't contain her excitement, and her whole body trembled slightly. This was because her muscles were sending a signal that she was ready, and the trembling quickly warmed her body.

How should I decide on the way I'm going to run next?

Stardust Illusion couldn't help but recall the demands Toyama Scarlet had placed on herself before entering:

(Don't think too much about the first race. Just let your body follow its instincts and run in the most comfortable way.)

There are many factors that are unfavorable to us.

The track was vastly different from those in China, the competitors were all runners in the same race, and even the atmosphere was one where the audience cheered for the other runners—

But a competition is a competition.

Whether in Japan or anywhere else, as a racehorse girl, you don't need to worry about so many things; all you need to do is keep running forward.

Next... let the audience in this country witness her brilliance as a runner!

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at the same time.

Inside the French Horse Racing Academy, in the training grounds reserved for noble families, a pale pink figure swept by like a gentle breeze.

The light footsteps and dancing steps made it hard for anyone to believe that the girl was running at near-maximum speed unless they saw her sprinting.

As if gravity had completely forgotten her, Zhuo Fu stepped into the finish line in the blink of an eye with her signature weightless steps!

Although she had just completed this 2000m simulated running training, she was covered in sweat but clearly still had energy left, and her breathing was not noticeable.

He simply turned a corner and headed straight for the rest area, shouting and asking questions along the way:

"How's it going? How's it going! Has it started?!"

"It's already entered the gate, it should be soon, right?" Cai Zhigao looked at the computer screen in front of him with some uncertainty, picked up a towel from the table and handed it to Zhuo Fu who ran over, his eyes still fixed on the Japanese racehorse girl on the screen.

"I reckon she'll have a tough start."

Laurel Crown, who was lying on the bench press machine nearby, lifting dumbbells one after another, casually commented after hearing Cai Zhigao's words:

"After all, the racetracks here are very different from those in Japan, especially the Longchamp Racecourse. It's not easy to adapt to."

"I think Stardust will be fine, because she already made plans with me!"

Zhuo Fu wiped the sweat off her face, then pounced over and sat down next to Cai Zhigao, watching intently.

Cai Zhigao had long noticed that whenever this guy called Stardust Illusion was mentioned, Zhuo Fu's already bright eyes would almost light up.

She knew how significant that mock match was for Zhuo Fu.

Of course, it's easy to imagine the extent to which the Stardust Illusion, which won that match, has taken place in Zofu's heart, given their close interaction after the competition.

It can be said that defeating Stardust Illusion and completing her revenge is now Zhuo Fu's biggest pursuit. As long as she can successfully meet her at the Arc de Triomphe Grand Prix, Zhuo Fu can even suppress her longing and not go to the venue to watch the game.

Instead, he diligently completed his rehabilitation training and then watched the training session live with others at the training ground.

Zhuo Fu is no longer the little kid or nobody she was before she went to Japan for exchange and study.

Since her return, she has become a full member of the French Academy and a disciple of a tyrannical noble family.

Compared to the previous situation where they didn't even have the qualifications to exchange and learn, it can be said that they have reached the sky in one step.

The tyrant's only disciple.

Anyone in China who knows even a little about the world of female horse racers understands what this identity means.

Most importantly, her own abilities are dazzling.

Although Zhuo Fu has only been in the industry for 4 months as of this month, her record so far is 3 wins and 3 losses, which seems to be a decent level.

However, her third race was the French Oaks, the second race of the Triple Crown for mares: the G1 prize race, the Diana Stakes.

In this match, Zhuo Fu truly made everyone understand one thing:

She didn't become stronger because she became a disciple of a prestigious family. On the contrary, Zhuo Fu was accepted as a disciple by a prestigious family because of her extraordinary strength!

In this competition, Zhuo Fu, an absolute supporting character whose support rate was only outside the top five, fully demonstrated her almost unbelievable potential.

At the same time, it faced world-class competitors of its time, including the winner and runner-up of the French 1000 Guineas (the first race of the French Triple Crown) and the winner of the Irish Oaks (the second race of the Irish Triple Crown).

Having broken through to the Domain level for the first time, she left the three other Domain-level runners and the rest of the runners behind in one fell swoop, winning with a huge advantage of 4 marathons over the second place and breaking the race record.

On this track, people witnessed for the first time just how powerful and incredible the so-called "zero-gravity" running method truly is, and they also witnessed the boundless potential displayed by this young girl.

Although Zhuo Fu had to recuperate from her injury after the match due to overexertion and has only just been discharged from the hospital for rehabilitation, the whole of France recognized her strength as a scion of a prestigious family because of this one match.

They even see her as the next generation of Queen of France, to succeed the elite as a world-class runner and dominate the Arc de Triomphe Cup.

That's why Cai Zhigao said earlier that Zhuo Fu's legs are now a treasure of France.

Chapter 340 The Marawit Tournament Begins

However, this future queen was now sitting restlessly on the stool, her face flushed, eagerly anticipating witnessing the explosive running style of the Stardust Illusion:

"It's a pity my master from the prestigious family won't let me go to watch the match live... I really want to meet Stardust!"

"Because your rehabilitation must be carried out within the academy." Cai Zhigao has now been entrusted with the important task of taking care of Zhuo Fu, and needs to keep a close eye on the girl at all times to prevent any problems from arising.

"After all, now Zoe, your legs no longer belong to you alone, but to all the citizens of France as a treasure!"

"But--"

"The match is about to begin!!!"

A beep suddenly came from the laptop speaker, and the horse girls who had been scattered around exercising freely in the rest area immediately put down their equipment and rushed over:

"I've met this flight attendant before. Her skills are no less than ours, but she wasn't admitted to our academy because she was born in England—" a female horse racer who had once traveled to Japan with her praised, pointing at the screen.

"Zhuofu, don't get your hopes up too high. The Stardust Illusion might not be good."

"It's nothing." Zhuo Fu's pupils narrowed slightly, and she subconsciously held her breath in nervousness.

"—We will win."

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As the largest and oldest racecourse in France, Longchamp Racecourse has undergone considerable effort in its track design.

There are a total of 5 different tracks in the racecourse. If you look down at the entire venue from above, you will find that these tracks are like countless paperclips stacked together, making full use of the space.

This design allows the racecourse to flexibly combine and switch tracks based on different factors such as the race schedule and the number of female racehorses, greatly increasing the racecourse's compatibility with different events. Therefore, when using tracks of different distances, special starting tracks need to be set up at different locations.

For example, in today's Marawit race, the 14 runners need to pass through this 50-meter-long auxiliary track after the start before they can merge into the main road and officially enter the actual racecourse of the Longchamp Racecourse.

Ladies and gentlemen! The show is about to begin! Welcome to—Long! Shang! Racecourse!

Today, on this historic stage, we present the G2 Grand Prix, the 2400m Marawit race, running clockwise!

[All 14 participating racehorses have entered the starting gate, each brimming with fighting spirit and fully prepared for the start—which runner do you, the spectators, favor?]

The noisy shouts from the audience were immediately enlivened by the host's words, transforming into an excited welcome:

[I think I can definitely guess the answer to this question; she's our runner from gate number 5. The racehorse girl who just gave everyone a visual feast with her whirlwind escape: the steward!]

[Next up is the second most popular racehorse from the Far East: Stardust Illusion!!! I think everyone is familiar with this name; it's a racehorse that even the tyrannical French elites praised!]

[This runner, who has been mentioned many times before, has finally arrived, and today we can finally see him in person! And then there's the third most popular runner in the race…]

Alright, all the racehorse ladies have been introduced—who will emerge victorious in this duel?

Unlike the previous Japanese female presenters, today's French male presenter's voice, delivered over the radio, carried a peculiar aria throughout.

The Stardust Illusion sounds as if it's not a competition about to begin, but rather that one has stumbled into an opera performance in a theater.

[So... the countdown to the match has begun!]

As the host's voice grew louder, Stardust Illusion's spirit was also invigorated, and he instantly entered a state of perfect tranquility.

[3, 2, 1——Go! ! ! 】

As the commentator's countdown ended, the gates in front of all the runners suddenly opened.

boom! ! !

With a crisp sound of the starting gates and the announcement that the race had begun, the fourteen runners burst off the tracks, racing towards the main course.

The flight attendant, who had already decided to use his escape tactic to secure victory, immediately sprinted forward.

The immense power generated by that strong body instantly transformed into extraordinary acceleration as the legs stomped heavily on the grass.

Without a moment's hesitation, she unleashed her incredible speed, determined to seize the lead.

Before the other runners had fully gotten into the zone, the flight attendant quickly increased his speed and sped forward at an alarming pace.

In the blink of an eye, she had overtaken the other competitors by a full horse's length and charged straight onto the main track.

(There were no mistakes at the start today, and the condition was absolutely superb!!!)

The flight attendant's heart was burning with passion.

The speed she displayed today was even faster than in her previous breakout match; it could even be described as perfect.

This is because she successfully applied the starting technique she had been focusing on practicing these past few days, and as if by divine inspiration, perfectly integrated it with her original running style, transforming it into the sprinting steps she was taking at that moment.

No one can catch up with her starting pace, which means her escape has been successful!

All she needs to do now is extend that advantage, wear everyone down in the chase, and she'll be able to win the game.

Flight attendants who have experienced this firsthand know all too well how much a successful escape can change their approval ratings. Whether it's the economic gains or the improvement in status, the results are absolutely astonishing!

Having won everything at the start, it seems that at least half of the goal has been achieved. All that remains is to maintain the pace and persevere until the end to secure victory.

If he can win this competition, he is confident that he can secure a spot in the world's most prestigious event, the Arc de Triomphe, before September.

Then I'll be able to face that guy again.

That talented runner who utterly defeated himself on the British track...

"—!"

Unexpected.

A chill ran through the flight attendant's heart for no apparent reason.

(what happens……?)