Play trumpet in the world of horse racing girl

"That level really exists... I feel that I still have a lot to work on in the future." Early the next morning, Donghai Emperor, who was moving things with Bad Joke, was still reminiscing about the game that happened yesterday.

The highest popularity, the highest strength, the highest everything!The emperor has seen all of this from the tyrant. It can be said that the tyrant is simply a super standard idol of a horse racing girl in the emperor's mind.

——Well, of course, even if the tyrant is so perfect, the emperor still chooses to continue pushing the emperor alone. After all, in her mind, the emperor will always be the most perfect one, no matter in any aspect.

"It's really a lot, you still need to work harder." Bad Joke held a box in his hand, and chatted with the emperor while walking.

Although the emperor probably doesn't have to fight the tyrant anymore, it can't be said that the emperor will be so easy in the future. After all, we are not a guy who is finished with a tyrant, and there are still a bunch of people behind who are probably still waiting.

At that time, it may not be known who the emperor will face, so bad jokes tend to make the emperor stronger, and then use a more relaxed attitude to face those bosses.

After all... After experiencing the emotional thoughts of the tyrant and Mr. TT, the soul began to have a feeling - those BOSS-level templates, I am afraid it is not so easy to control, their respective emotional guidance is too high, if it is true In terms of ease of use, the character guidance of low-level templates is weaker.

So if all kinds of problems really arise in the future, the soul will be very difficult to deal with. Although it is said that the problem can be solved by relying on the boss's internal fighting, the internal fighting will come and go, and the force will be crazy.

So she is still preparing to directly train some horse racing girls to fight against various bosses in the future, instead of playing the ultimate civil war between herself and herself one after another.

"Maybe there will be a lot of strong games in the future. The emperor needs to exercise a lot, and isn't your dream the triple crown? Look at every game of Nihong now, it is not a simple game, so It's not easy to win the Triple Crown."

The current neon competition environment was once promoted by the various templates of the soul. If you go to an OP event, you may encounter pincer tactics or gangsters to fry fish ponds, let alone competitions above GⅢ. There are various SRs and SSRs that are likely to be encountered.

"It doesn't matter, the emperor of the East China Sea is not the type who will lose easily. My goal is to win three championships without defeat! For this goal, I have to put in 200% effort!" The emperor of the East China Sea does not take it seriously. Of course she knows that now The neon competition environment can be said to be more intense day by day. Today, you may still be able to fry fish, and tomorrow you may become fried fish.

But she is not a horse girl who will sigh and lament about her bad luck. She is the emperor of the East China Sea, a child who will always use the most confident state to face the status quo.

"It's better if it becomes more intense. At that time, there will definitely be a lot of very good horse race girls coming to the competition! I will beat them all for you to see!" The face of the emperor of the East China Sea bloomed with that familiar look. A smile, a confident smile that never bows its head in the face of difficulties.

When the field is fierce, let yourself train more, and make yourself stronger when the opponent becomes stronger. This is the plan of the Emperor of the East China Sea to face the current situation. It is impossible for her to sigh, because she is a sensible person. Children, it is clear that moaning is completely pointless behavior.

"Hmph, then I will watch the emperor win the triple crown. If I succeed, I must remember to dance better on the stage."

"Hmph~ No problem, I'll let you see the real imperial dance steps, Miss Joker, and I won't lose to your skillful hands!"

"Okay, okay, then you have to show off your imperial dance steps when the time comes."

The two of them just walked around talking and laughing, looking full of anticipation for the future, but if the emperor and others appear here, I'm afraid their faces will change in the next moment, right?

"Sister joking, McQueen was in such a hurry yesterday that he didn't even come to class. What happened?"

"Her? Are you looking for a one-legged person? I heard that she was very shocked after watching the tyrant's game yesterday. Now she is exercising like crazy, and I don't know what will happen in the end." Thinking of the one-legged person McQueen, a bad joke is a whimper.

The unyielding lady had been thinking autistically all day since yesterday, and she didn't know what she was thinking about the bad jokes, but McQueen, who had a face that hadn't slept well, appeared early this morning. the bedside of the one-legged person, and then directly got the one-legged person out.

Perhaps it was the tyrant's posture that frightened her?Now the eldest lady may feel that she is too far from the original goal, so the one-footed person uses all strategies to train her severely.

People with one foot are also very helpless. The sudden change in McQueen is really too big. The heavy running shoes that were too heavy before and fear of straining the legs are no longer disgusting. They just wear them and limpe together with the one-foot person. He turned to the abandoned runway in the park.

Looking at McQueen's enthusiasm, one feels that if he keeps learning, it won't be long before McQueen will get a new special effect...

——It is a regular visitor in front of Shengjiweng. After all, these training plans are actually based on the meaning of Shengjiweng, but even so, most of them are stuck to the bottom line. If the exercise is too much, then McQueen really I'm going to see our Dr. Shengjiweng often.

"Oh? Did McQueen sneak away? No—oh? What is that?" Just as the two of them kept moving forward while exchanging information about McQueen's situation, Donghai Emperor suddenly sharpened his eyes and saw a bunch of people in front of him. people.

"Huh?" Bad Joke followed the line of sight of the Emperor of the East China Sea and looked forward. The taller she not only saw a bunch of people holding notebooks and recording pens, but also all golden yellow among the crowd.

"The noble family..." Bad Behavior narrowed her eyes slightly, she could easily see the standard golden wavy curly hair at a glance, especially the other party's stature was not short, on the contrary, most of the neon reporters couldn't cover it The face of a noble family.

But she doesn't care about the conversation between the noble family and the reporters, even if these reporters may use their powerful brain power to make those very ordinary words longer than a novel, she doesn't care what the noble family really means what is it.

"The noble family, the strongest racehorse girl in France?"

"Ah, yes, the emperor is gone. There is nothing to see. Instead of us looking at her, let her look at us." The bad joke shook his head, and was about to take the emperor away from this place—after all, no matter what the noble family really wanted What she wanted, she knew that the two of them would soon face each other on the court.

But at the moment when Bad Joke was about to turn his eyes away, she suddenly found that the noble family was looking at her, and she even gave her a look.

But the next moment, the famous family turned their heads and looked at the reporters next to them again, and skillfully answered their various questions, including the upcoming game and why they came to Neon early.

Bad Joke narrowed his eyes slightly, the eyes of the famous family were so obvious, so obvious that Bad Joke could understand the meaning at once.

"Ah, I know—don't worry, you will see the tyrant in his true form...the proud but lonely throne."

"What about the proud throne?" The Emperor of the East China Sea suddenly muttered to himself when he heard the bad joke, and he didn't understand what was going on.

"It's nothing, let's go, Emperor, our audience is still waiting for us, how about I teach you how to do it after the performance?"

"Huh? But I don't like magic horse racing..."

"It's okay, I will do a little bit of other things, how about I teach you how to save energy?"

The two horse race girls holding the boxes just turned their heads and walked away from the famous family, while the famous family still lowered their heads to answer the various questions of the reporters...

215. Anglo-French Horse Racing

"It is curious, what is the purpose of the tyrant's continuous competition?" "

"The French noble family who shirked a lot of competitions suddenly came to Neon! "

"The final conclusion of the hot interview about the famous family, let us witness together"

"Recently, the Takarazuka Memorial has become the biggest hit. Experts say that the popularity is likely to remain the same in the future. Perhaps this will bring another unprecedented huge income to the horse racing industry"

"Shock!There have been many coordinated tactics on the field. Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?Let's start today's topic"

Sheng Jiweng pursed his lips, and sighed in his heart that these journalists are really the same as those in the past. Everyone likes the statement of the UC shock department, how to attract attention.

It's a pity that many people will become old customers of their little tricks. After all, there are many people who are full and have nothing to do, as well as good deeds, no matter which world you are in, so as long as you are shocked enough, you will definitely Someone fell for it.

"These news are not half as good as what Mr. TT said. What kind of stuff is this? What kind of noble family is here to fall in love with the tyrant, and what kind of tyrant's ultimate goal is to rule the neon horse racing world... ..."

Having said that, Shengji Weng couldn't help snapping his fingers, and exclaimed in a low voice: "This is too accurate! I feel like I can send a werewolf over tomorrow to kill all the editors who wrote these things."

This is too accurate. I guessed all the actions of our dark horse racing world at once. If the script is changed, the holy man will definitely yell that he is so horrible that he can't keep it, and then let the template copy the guy to hit his house with a slingshot glass out.

But it's a pity that this is a peaceful and friendly racehorse girl, so Sheng Jiweng doesn't want to have a happy Jianghu or something, so she thinks that she can go and buy this editor so that the other party doesn't write so accurately.

"Don't say anything else, I just want to ask..." Sheng Jiweng looked at the newspaper and sighed that the prophet had jumped out, and the eyeball McQueen beside him was frowning, as if he was about to become a brow warrior.

"Why do we have to queue up here one day in advance? You even brought cans and tents?!"

McQueen picked up the canned fruit next to him, and there was almost endless vomit in his heart. The mother and daughter dragged themselves to the gate of the arena before dawn, and then set up a tent here, even Putting on coal and a stove, it looked like they were going to camp in this place.

"No way, look at the previous scene, how many people are there? We just want to squeeze in, but we can't squeeze in, so we can only come early, maybe we can go in and have a look?"

The one-legged person looked indifferent, even eating canned fish, and at the same time lamented in his heart that it is indeed Two-dimensional, this canned food looks more appetizing than the three-dimensional canned food.

The three-dimensional canned food is completely minced meat from old-fashioned brine mixed with an old-fashioned meat grinder. The two-dimensional ones are as good-looking as the stickers. One-footed people feel that they look delicious.

"And look - isn't there someone already queuing up there?"

While pinching a small fish out of the can with his hands, the one-legged man signaled McQueen to look aside with his chin—right there, a group of people had already set up tents of different colors, and some even brought Brand new barbecue grills, obviously intending to fight here for a long time.

"..." Looking at the group of people next to him, as well as the expressionless Shengjiweng and the one-legged person, McQueen finally opened the canned fruit honestly and chose not to complain about this matter anymore. , Honestly fill your stomach or something.

Well, this canned fruit is quite sweet, I don’t know if I can eat more, maybe I can use this instead of pastry or something?

McQueen happily ate this new type of sweet canned fruit, and Sheng Jiweng finally raised his head after reading the newspapers, and looked at McQueen who was still eating next to him.

"...Oh, don't eat too much of that thing. The big forklift group I love adds too much sugar to this thing. If you eat too much, you will get fat and cause cardiovascular disease by the way."

"..." Hearing these words, McQueen gradually stopped moving, and then looked at the bewildered Sheng Jiweng with astonishment, as if the other party had just dropped a grenade suddenly .

........................

After a day of waiting, McQueen found that there were too many tents next to her to a frightening point. Now that she got out of their tent, she could see a bunch of colorful tents outside, which had blocked the road.

The entire arena is surrounded by these enthusiastic spectators, and even the staff need to carefully find the way, or take a special helicopter of Ai's Big Forklift Group to enter the arena.

Regarding this point, McQueen really couldn't complain anymore. She just wanted to finish watching the game quickly, and then go back to exercise hard to evaporate all the calories provided to her by the canned fruit she ate.

otherwise……

McQueen pinched her stomach worriedly. She could only say that having this kind of physique was a pain in her life. All the nutrition didn't go where it should go, but went where it shouldn't go.

At this time, the one-footed person also started to pick up the coal stove, intending to put this big object elsewhere: "Hurry up, close the stall, McQueen, you can also help, we can't let the disabled and the old woman go all out." Are you done?"

"I said that I am not too old, and I only worked for a few years when I picked you up. If you say that again, be careful, I will tie you to the bed for experiments." Sheng Jiweng also packed up three people. The sleeping bag, while packing it, can still complain to the one-footed person, but the two of them are talking harshly, but the tone is exactly the same as calm.

Just when I felt that I saw a few familiar figures and heard two people talking, I hurriedly turned around and started to help pack things together.

Soon, the road to the arena was given up by this group of people. This was not because of their conscience, but because they knew that another group of people would come soon, but because they still had to give way to the racehorse girl they supported. .

In a blink of an eye, the large number of tents that were almost occupying the main piece of land disappeared, leaving only a large group of people and a passage in the middle for each player.

Soon, some racehorse girls arrived. Although they were not nobles or tyrants, the crowd burst into cheers when they saw the contestants finally arrive.

"Ah... I was frightened just by looking at her..." Sheng Jiweng held a binoculars in his hand, looked at the horse race girl who was startled by the cheers, and felt that being a horse race girl in the future might be more difficult. Practice your mental skills.

"I can't help it. I have never seen such an enthusiastic and huge audience..." McQueen also narrowed her eyes slightly. Even if she saw such a large audience, she would feel nervous if she saw it, let alone from this group of enthusiastic audiences. Walking through the audience or something.

Just like that, against the warm cheers of the crowd, this contestant ran into the arena unnaturally in all aspects. Judging by her appearance, she probably had to prepare for a while.

"Oh! It's the famous family! The lady from the famous family is here!" Within a few minutes, the crowd cheered again. Accompanied by the cheers of the crowd, she was wearing the blue winning suit and was taller than most of the people. The Gao family waved to the crowd and walked towards the arena with a smile on his face.

She looked very calm, as if she had rehearsed it more than once. Facing the enthusiastic audience who made people feel nervous, she just smiled slightly and didn't seem to have any adverse reactions.

"Miss Noble Family, you are definitely the strongest!"

"Show all that French racing has to offer!"

"You must be the best! It is impossible to lose!"

"Wait to be defeated by the tyrant!"

"Is this the strongest in France? It looks really good..." Being able to look at the famous family without looking at the screen, McQueen can see that this famous family is definitely not a vain name, she is definitely really powerful , and is much more powerful than himself.

"She is doing high-intensity exercise every day in her own country, from running with weights to chasing swimming, to eating habits, she is much better than you, but she needs me to go for a full-body checkup every year. "Sheng Jiweng pushed his glasses and told McQueen about the relationship between his template and the famous family. It has to be said that Sheng Jiweng, a genius doctor, has good interpersonal relationships, and he can easily know anyone.

The famous family walked forward, and soon saw the holy man and the one-legged man looking at him from the side of the road. After a moment of stunned, he smiled at them, but that smile was very public, as if he was facing Shengji Weng told something.

As for McQueen... It's a pity that our Miss McQueen was ignored. Obviously, compared to Shengjiweng and the others, McQueen is not an important figure in the eyes of the noble family.

Soon, the famous family put away their expressions and walked quickly to the aisle of the arena. Obviously, this French horse racing lady couldn't wait any longer. She had been waiting for this day for many years.

"Is she good?" McQueen looked at Sheng Jiweng.

"It's okay, but I think it's not close. In short, it's enough for you to understand the current situation as the Anglo-French horse racing war. Now various explosions and server crashes have begun on the Internet. The two factions that support the noble family and support the tyrant are now close Network cables are stabbing each other."

Sheng Jiweng shrugged his shoulders. Now Lord Wurong can only look at the 404 website page and sigh. The templates for Internet companies report that the server can now go to French fries. It can only be said to be at the network level. Anglo-French war.

"Oh oh oh! The tyrant! The lord tyrant is here!"

"The main event is coming." The one-footed man pointed to the sky, only to see that the sky that was still clear just now was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and thunder appeared again. Everything was exactly the same as that day, except that there was a little bit of wind and cold in the air, which made people feel uncomfortable. It feels like winter is coming at this moment.

There is no sound of footsteps accompanied by heavy metal hitting the ground, there is no sound of armor clattering, and there are no entourages back and forth.

This time, the black king was only wearing a decisive suit made of cloth. Although it was only cloth, the golden pattern and the cloak that moved in the wind made the king not angry.

She walked slowly on the path that the crowd gave way to her, and her calm gaze slightly scanned the audience of different heights, sizes, fats and thins.

The crowd is different from the treatment of the nobles. When facing the king, the only thing they can do is to watch quietly, as if they must be serious and not joking when facing the king.

The black Supreme King walked slowly through the crowd, the sky began to drizzle, and the heavy air made McQueen almost out of breath, especially the sight of the tyrant quickly shifted from other places to her body, and then it seems to be fixed.

"Hey..." McQueen could only feel it at this moment, the sight was like a real iceberg, smashing towards him, and she was not some indomitable giant, just an ordinary racehorse Mother only.

How did those people bear this feeling?Thinking back to Blade and the White Knight, McQueen couldn't understand how anyone could bear such a terrifying sense of oppression?It's almost like being swallowed and crushed...

"It's a good exercise, and the future seems to be promising..." When passing by McQueen, Tyrant Weiwei left such a sentence. Although the voice was not loud, it was louder than thunder in McQueen's ears.

What is this?Affirmation from a tyrant?Affirmation from such a powerful being?

McQueen didn't know why, and before she had time to figure it out, the tyrant had disappeared from the arena, leaving only the gloomy sky that represented her arrival.

Now, the stage of this competition has completely kicked off...

216. The game is about to start

"Hmm..." In the preparation room, the tyrant gently moved her limbs. After a period of adaptation, she finally got used to the feeling that she was so light that she was about to fly.

It can only be said that taking off the armor is still very troublesome. It is not that it is difficult to put on or something, but after taking off the armor, the tyrant needs a period of time to adapt to his real situation.

"Lightness is not always a good thing..." The tyrant looked at his skill table, and sure enough, all his skills have changed at this moment, and the [Punishment] that was used to rebound the opponent's ability has completely disappeared. , and was replaced by a supermodel who can be said to be very, very strong.

What's more, even his own "this is, my country" has become the "ultimate, proud but lonely throne" that fits the theory of the tyrant very much.

It can be said that the tyrant at this moment is a brand new existence with a new skill panel compared to the so-called second stage. Even the attributes have been pulled to a very exaggerated situation. In addition to running skills, the tyrant Almost everything that can be ordered is full, and the whole person is almost about to take off, so perfect that it is really short of a fantasy seed factor, and then take off on the spot.

It's hard to imagine, if the tyrant didn't release the water at the beginning, maybe the soul now doesn't even have a BOSS. After all, even if this attribute is a fantasy species, it probably can't stand it, right?

"Pa-ta" Just when the tyrant lamented that this template was simply too powerful, the door of the preparation room dedicated to the tyrant was slowly opened. Even if he didn't look back, the tyrant already knew who was coming by the sound of footsteps.

"What? Are you scared now?" The tyrant straightened his sleeves and adjusted his makeup. Although he estimated that the wind would still make him look ugly later, the tyrant still planned to tidy up his makeup.

"Afraid?" Hearing what the tyrant said, the noble family who had just entered the door let out a burst of laughter, as if they were being scratched with joy, but it was a bit like a mocking laugh.

"I will be afraid? What are you kidding? Rather, I am so excited that I am about to tremble! It feels like the blood is boiling all over my body! How can I have anything to do with fear?"

Not only was the noble family not afraid, she also walked into the tyrant's preparation room, intending to face the tyrant face to face, as if she was not afraid of the biting and terrifying aura in this room like the winter wind.