The socially anxious girl doesn't want to stick to me!

Waiting for the curtain to open.

PS: The system has been restored to stability and updated for my family members.

I apologize for the previous hiatus - I know it's very unprofessional and I don't really want to do it, but I really don't have much energy every day, like a dead fish, and I don't feel like doing anything when I turn on the computer, playing games or anything.

I simply gave myself a few days off to adjust myself.

Back with an update now.

However, the update chapters in the past few days are also visibly low, or it is because I haven't written much. I will try my best to adjust, and will also try to adjust to a double update mode, and try to complete the update as soon as possible. My typing speed for this book is really the lowest in my career...

I will finish this book, I promise you.

Love you.

——Du Zichun.

Chapter 156: Fish frying, crushing, the ultimate suppression force

At seven o'clock in the evening.

This is the time when most people's nightlife just begins - when they are tired all day and finally get home from get off work, they just want to watch a football game, enjoy delicious food, and comfort their extremely tired souls.

and.

The same is true today.

It is not a monotonous, uneventful daily routine.

Or——twice a year, the Kamakura Amateur Competition begins!!!

Although it is a bit of an exaggeration to call such a competition a "big competition", because it has the word "amateur" in front of it, it has nothing to do with competing in strength or comparing the best.

but.

The destination of this game...is not related to technical aspects.

How to describe it?

It is just a competition that adds icing on the cake for the tourism industry, local economic development, commemorative significance, etc. It does not have too much technicality, but has too many competitions and an extremely good atmosphere.

--This is real.

When night falls, the city enters a period of loneliness, but the stadium is still lit up with stars and fire. There are enough seats to accommodate tens of thousands of people, as well as supporting facilities, snacks and drinks, so that everyone can enjoy the show.

……

The night before the game begins.

“Oh no, oh no…”

The entrance.

Suddenly, a girl carrying large and small bags hurriedly and flexibly walked through the crowd, sweat dripping down her face. She also muttered to herself: "After shopping for a while, I completely forgot about the time!!!!"

The black shooter chased after him: "It's because you kept pulling me and wouldn't let me go!"

And now.

Both men were almost out of the running for the race—or, in other words, almost late.

Ok.

Fortunately, everything turned out fine in the end.

When she walked through the crowd and came to the back of the organizer, the group of guys were anxiously urging something, and when they saw the black shooter coming in, they were stunned for a second, and then showed ecstatic expressions. She supported her knees and panted with big strides: "I should... catch up."

The organizer's staff stepped forward quickly and asked, "Where have you been?"

"You are the most popular... Without you, the Kamakura competition will lose its luster. Even if the competition starts at 7 o'clock, if you are late, it can only be postponed to 7:10. Take a rest, sit for a while, drink some water, and prepare for the competition."

Igarashi Sakuraba, who was standing next to him, wondered why he didn't have such a privilege when he was the most popular person.

Mullet roe.

However, this shows the amateur nature of this game.

It was not originally set up for technical reasons. Its purpose is to create more audiences. Therefore, the black shooter with the support of everyone must participate in the competition, so that the competition can be further expanded.

The organizers are ready to edit tonight into an excellent promotional video.

to this end.

He did not hesitate to set up multiple teams to deal with the problem.

"She is...?" After comforting the Black Shooter, the staff member noticed Igarashi Sakuraba standing on the side and couldn't help but ask, a little cautiously, but the target of the question was the Black Shooter.

The black shooter replied directly: "One of my...friends. Yes, a friend who will participate in the competition."

Igarashi Sakuraba touched his nose.

Some show of weakness.

but.

Can you see that the Black Shooter is the protagonist tonight?

Or he could just withdraw from the competition and not steal her limelight, and let the Black Shooter get all the credit and applause.

……

Igarashi Sakuraba had this idea.

but.

She was still standing on the track - wearing a windbreaker and no longer her iconic sweatshirt.

The idea of ​​withdrawing from the competition did not succeed.

His hesitant attitude earned him some sarcasm from the black shooter: "Are you scared? Now you know who the big boss of this game is? Me!" As he said that, he gave himself a thumbs up.

He looked very arrogant.

He also wants to drag Igarashi Sakuraba to participate in the competition.

talking.

"You can participate in the competition to make yourself familiar with the crowd, and then follow me in the future. I will take you to local competitions and train with you. From now on, we will be the champions of the local competitions!" - Igarashi Sakuraba just smiled and nodded to the black shooter.

She was already the champion of the Japanese derby, the top of the country... Now, how could she become the champion of the local competition? The more she mixed up, the more she deteriorated? But the black shooter was kind-hearted, so he didn't say much.

There was no other way... In the end, all I could do was stand on the green grass.

The venue is so simple that it makes people's scalps tingle.

Forget it.

Back to the game itself.

After Igarashi Sakuraba struck his signature starting pose, he took a slow, deep breath, inhaling and exhaling. The turbidity in his lungs turned clear, and even the thoughts in his mind did the same. His whole mind calmed down.

Focus.

One hundred percent focus.

A state called flow.

After seeing this starting motion, many viewers were thinking how come this starting posture is so similar to Igarashi Sakuraba? The Derby champion... And, not only the starting posture, but also the figure and appearance, vaguely with some imagination.

Because the audience seats are still some distance away from the venue.

They couldn't see the face under the hood of the jacket.

just.

From the aura, I sensed a mysterious similarity - but soon, this idea was dispelled. The popular Igarashi Sakuraba would probably take some endorsement and promotional photos, or at worst, sharpen his knife while the heat is hot and rush to enjoy the chrysanthemums.

Why would you come to participate in such a small competition?

Just an imitator.

For example, countless people like to use Bolt's starting posture.

It's as focused as if a god is possessing you.

After their thoughts cleared, they relaxed into their seats.

……

however.

The horse racing ladies...

No such luck, and, no matter what, I couldn't feel relaxed.

The audience was relaxed, but the horse racing girls in the field were under a lot of pressure.

She could only feel a heat, desires and restlessness rising from her heart, and she was in a state of anxiety. Even though Igarashi Sakuraba had restrained herself a lot and understood that her flow would have a terrifying suppressive effect on others, the level of competition in this game was such that she only needed to release a little bit of it...

They are all extremely suppressive.

absolute--

Absolute lead.

Even the Black Shooter couldn't help but take a deep breath and try to adjust his mentality.

What's happening here?

She couldn't help but think about it, however, she had no time to find out the reason.

The gate in front of me suddenly opened.

——The champion of the local competition, the Black Shooter, was the first to adjust his mindset, and with the confidence and strength gained from training, he rushed towards the future!!!

Even if it's good enough.

but.

The moment the black shooter stepped out.

I still felt it... as if a gust of wind passed by me.

A gust of...wind???

I had no clue of what was going on and couldn't help but look forward.

It was Igarashi Sakuraba who was already leading the whole game!!!

What kind of speed is that! ?????? Black Shooter almost screamed, it's too fast! What kind of posture is that? Please, can he really run without falling down with that posture? It's just like a monster!

straightforward.

Shocked...completely shattered.

Chapter 157: The moon is half waxing, and the shooting stars are far away!

The black shooter originally held the idea of ​​winning.

Come and participate in the [Kamakura Amateur Competition] - because, no matter what, this competition is just like its name, very amateur, and even the contestants are not completely professional horse racing girls. There are horse racing girls who have not even run in their debut competition and have already integrated into their lives.

Such intensity...

Obviously.

It's not even close to being a good enough match against the champion of the local competition.

The reason for participating in this competition is that the organizer impressed me with the commission.

It is said that after winning the game, a very eye-catching promotional video will be produced, which will not only promote the game, but also help increase the popularity of the Black Shooter, so that one day they can go to Tokyo and go to the central area.

The holy land of horse girls.

just.

The scene cuts back to the present.

These, those, all need to be...broken.

And we have only just started.

The Black Shooter was so shocked that he was dumbfounded.

What kind of speed is this? What kind of start is this? Whether it is skills or physical fitness, they have reached the peak! ! ! Because in an instant, I was far away! ! ! If you are not an extremely strong person, you will never be able to do this...