Tresen Red Line Domination

"Yes, for the three of us." Zhong Ming nodded.

After hearing this, Excellent Quality also had an expression like "Is it possible to celebrate birthdays earlier or later?", and the New Glory next to her looked at her in agreement.

"Oh no, I didn't bring a birthday present!" Excellent Quality patted his pockets in a panic. Seeing the sweater Zhong Ming was wearing, he quickly grabbed his own burgundy sweater with both hands and lifted it up: "Teacher, this sweater on me is my gift!"

"You don't need the gift anymore, put it down quickly." Zhong Ming was speechless. Your belly is exposed, and if I take your clothes at home, how are you going to get back to the dormitory later?

Besides, if you're going to give something as a gift, at least give something new. The ones you've worn are old!

In the noisy room, Zhong Ming put candles on the cake. Because there were three people celebrating birthdays, he put three candles on. Zhong Ming paused and felt like he was burning incense. A birthday turned into a memorial day?

"Oh, I have to turn off the lights." Zhong Ming suddenly thought, and stood up quickly, and the next moment the lights went out with a "click".

Zhong Ming was stunned for a moment. He remembered that the lights in the apartment did not have voice control function. Once the lights were turned off, the whole room became dark. Only the light from the candle could barely see the figure opposite.

"jingle."

Zhong Ming took out his phone and took a look at it, then looked up and said, "It seems like there is a short circuit. The people in the apartment are repairing it."

"Eh? It's a rare chance to celebrate my birthday." Excellent Quality said regretfully.

Zhong Ming didn't feel any regret. He didn't have the habit of celebrating his birthday. It was already nice enough for him to just sit and eat with them.

Although the room was not big, the horse racing ladies sitting at the table could still be seen through the faint candlelight. Zhong Ming smiled and said, "Make a wish first."

Zhong Ming didn’t even believe in the three goddesses, so naturally he wouldn’t believe that the wish he made to the cream cake would come true. To him, this was not a wish, but the direction of his own efforts.

'I hope we can still sing the victory song together until the end.'

Zhong Ming opened his eyes and found that Xiaolimao and Fujimasa March were looking at him. He couldn't help but smile and asked, "What wish did you make?"

"It won't work if you say it out loud." Brand New Glory waved his hand quickly.

Xiao Li Mao thought for a moment and said, "I think I should have made the same wish as Zhong Ming."

Fujimasa March also said: "I think so."

"Really?" Zhong Ming smiled and blew out the candle. The room became even darker. Only the faint moonlight coming in from the balcony could reveal the expressions on the jockey ladies' faces. They all had smiles on their faces.

Zhong Ming couldn't help but smile and said, "Then eat the cake. Don't waste it!"

"Okay! I want the one with lots of strawberries!"

"Don't be picky. It's so dark, just grab whatever is on the plate and eat it."

"Hey, stingy!"

"..."

……

In the corridor upstairs in the apartment building, Narita Shirahito leaned on the railing and listened quietly to the noisy but happy voices coming from the room below.

"Team Ming Wang?" Narita Bairen murmured. Just now, her sister Pipa Chenguang had just cried and complained that she had got the second move. She cried so miserably that her sticky snot covered most of her body. After returning to the room and taking a shower, the power went out and she heard the sound of Team Ming Wang celebrating their birthday downstairs.

"It seems like a very special training team." Narita Bairen whispered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an application form.

[Application form for GII long-distance championship, applicant: Narita Shirahito]

"Little Chestnut Hat... let me see it."

Narita Shirahito looked up at the moonlight.

Up to now, there are thirteen participants in the long-distance championship, six of whom are GI-level horse girls. A senior GII horse girl withdrew from the competition before it even started.

It is undoubtedly a battlefield for the strong.

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Chapter 264 Spring Horse Racing Festival

At Zhong Ming's home, he fumbled in the dark while cutting the cream cake and eating it with a fork for more than an hour. Looking at the dark room, Zhong Ming complained in his heart that Japan's repair service was too slow. The wires have not been repaired yet. No wonder Japan has entered the modernization era for decades, but the Japanese government is still a group of old men and women who type twenty katakana per minute on average and torture the keyboard with their index fingers using mantis fist.

"Don't eat too much cream, or you'll gain fat. It would be a waste of time to lose weight then." Zhong Ming said to them. With the current amount of exercise, they don't have to worry about not being able to lose weight, but the time spent on losing one or two kilograms of fat is better than exercising endurance.

"Good~"

There was an insincere answer in his ears, and then Zhong Ming heard a "click" and the light came on, and the wires returned to normal.

He saw that several horse racing girls in front of him were chewing a big piece of cream in their mouths. They looked at him innocently with their cheeks bulging. Looking to the side, he saw that Chestnut Hat probably couldn't see the position of the cream cake clearly in the dark, and her whole face was slapped on the cream cake, covered with cream, with only her eyes and mouth exposed, and a lot of cream was splashed on the table.

"Wipe the table after eating." Zhong Ming said after a moment of silence.

"Okay." They nodded obediently.

After half an hour, he wiped the cream off the table, and Xiao Limao also wiped the cream off his face with a towel. They sat on the floor and chatted while digesting their food.

Zhong Ming was doing his business, flipping through the competition calendar on the official website of Central Treson on his computer. It was filled with the competitions and competition dates that Uma Musume participated in. The website's daily pageviews ranked among the top five in Japan. And because it was the most important competition for Central Uma Musume, the page was clean and tidy, and the Uma Musume Competition Association did not use advertising to make money, otherwise Secretary Fujimoto's dark circles would probably have become twice as dark as before.

Zhong Ming flipped through it and suddenly found something strange. There was no game on April 2nd tomorrow. It was clear that Treson's game schedule was to have a game every day, so why did it seem like this day was left out?

Zhong Ming called Mi Yu, who was wiping the cream splashed on the floor, over and asked him.

"Mr. Zhong Ming, don't you know?" Mi Yu looked at Zhong Ming in confusion.

"Should I know?" Zhong Ming was confused. Was this day the anniversary of my seventeenth championship? That's not right. It's not this time.

"Tomorrow is the Spring Horse Racing Festival in Central Tresen, just like the school festivals of other schools. The student union will hold many competitions. If you can win, you may get a lot of good prizes. However, because it is a lottery system, you may also draw some strange prizes. Last year, I won chocolate with liqueur by playing whack-a-mole, but I can't drink alcohol yet." Mi Yu said.

"I see, school festival?" Zhong Ming pondered.

I didn’t expect that Tresen has such a thing like ordinary schools, and it’s called the Spring Horse Racing Festival?

"Oh, by the way, there will be competitions for horse girls and trainers, so trainers have to participate as well." Mi Yu said. She thought for a moment and said, "Last year, the best prize seemed to be the winning suit that the president won. It seemed to be more exquisite than the ordinary winning suit. And there will probably be a lot of reporters coming because it is the traditional festival of Central Tresen every year."

Zhong Ming originally thought it was just an ordinary school festival, but when Mi Yu mentioned the winning uniform, he immediately sat up straight.

To be honest, the Mingwang team's financial problems have plummeted since the Hanshin Cup, from being well-off to being in poverty. Zhong Ming only has 2.3 million yen left in his pocket, which seems like a lot at first glance, but he can't even afford two bottles of recovery medicine, let alone a winning suit worth 3 million yen. It is very necessary to participate in this spring horse racing festival!

“But since it’s a relaxing school activity, Mr. Zhong Ming, just have fun.” Mi Yu smiled at Zhong Ming.

"Okay, by the way, will Mi Yu participate then?" Zhong Ming asked Mi Yu.

Mi Yu nodded quickly with a happy smile on his face: "My roommate Desert Hero said he wanted to play with me, maybe I'll meet Mr. Zhong Ming then."

At 11:00 p.m., Mi Yu and Excellent Quality returned to Central Tresen first. It was the first time for Oguruma and the other two to participate in an activity like the school festival. They were very excited before going to bed. Before going to bed, Shining Glory performed a series of combos on the big bear doll in the corner before he calmed down and lay down in bed to sleep. He also chatted with Oguruma and Fujimasa for half an hour before all three horse girls fell asleep.

Zhong Ming walked to the balcony and looked through the text messages on his phone, only to find that he had ignored the text message sent by Central Treson. At that time, he was preparing for the Hanshin Cup with Mi Yu, so naturally he had no time to read these messages.

"jingle."

Rudolph sent a message on Line.

[Emperor: Are you ready for tomorrow's Spring Horse Racing Festival? The prizes are very generous this time, and there will probably be a lot of horse racing girls participating.]

[Zhong Ming: To be honest, I just learned about this festival. Will you participate?]

[Emperor: I will not be attending this year because I have to maintain order at the venue, but I will attend if you invite me (laughs).]

[Zhong Ming: I don’t dare walk with Rudolph. People will wonder where that man next to me came from.]

Zhong Ming didn't dare to take Rudolf's joke seriously, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

For some reason, Rudolph's reply was a little slow.

[Emperor: Really? Then if you have fun tomorrow, my work will be worth it.]

Rudolph is indeed a good woman, no, a good horse racing girl... Zhong Ming sighed, such a responsible and capable horse racing girl, I'm afraid the people chasing after her will line up from Tokyo to Hokkaido, right?

Central Trason, in the Student Union Room.

"Rudolph, these are some security arrangements for tomorrow. I've checked them. Please take another look..." When Qichou pushed the door open and saw Rudolph, who was burying his head in the table and sighing deeply, he immediately became worried. Could it be that he had too much work recently?

"Rudolph, are you okay? How about I do your job?" Qi Cao said worriedly.

"No, it's not that." Rudolph sighed, scratched his head in distress, turned to look out the window at the apartment four hundred meters away. Wasn't it obvious what she said?

"Alas." Rudolph sighed again.

Qi Cao looked at the Rudolph symbol strangely, put the document in his hand on the table and said, "Regarding the issue of prizes, I think adding these things may arouse the interest of some students."

Qi Cao pointed at Rudolph Symbol's hand holding a pen with Zhong Ming printed on it. She remembered that there seemed to be a big box there, and a little bit of it would be enough.

"Well..." Rudolph showed a hesitant expression on his face.

to be frank,

I really want to refuse.

There was one more thing that made Rudolph sigh tonight.

Chapter 265 Zhong Ming: Isn’t this prize a bit strange?

The alarm clock rang at eight in the morning. The Mingwang team got up later than usual today because they had just returned from Osaka after the Hanshin Cup and were ready to take a day off. In addition, today happened to be the Spring Horse Racing Festival in Central Tresen, so it was a good time to sleep in. At eight o'clock in April, the sun was already slanting in the cloudless blue sky, shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony into the room, making the room golden.

Zhong Ming woke up the three horse girls, changed their clothes and prepared to go out. Although the Mingwang team came here to dominate Tresen, life is not just about competitions. The three of them are teenage girls. It would be Zhong Ming's fault if they were not allowed to participate in such an interesting school activity. The process of dominating Japan should not be just boring training and competitions. Tresen is a school, and even if they are horse girls, students should live the life they should.

“There look to be so many people outside?” Brand New Glory walked to the balcony and looked at the entrance of Central Tressen not far away with amazement on his face. There was a group of reporters holding cameras and pointing their guns at the school gate. He didn’t expect that this school activity would be so popular. It’s not inferior to GI, right?

"It seems that only a small number of reporters are allowed into Central Tresen." Zhong Ming said that the text message sent by Tresen specifically stated that the number of reporters would not disturb the participation of the horse girls and trainers.

"Well, let's go!" New Glory raised his arms and shouted.

The security guards at the entrance of Central Trasen stood in a row with their arms folded like an iron wall. Even if they didn't take action, with an average height of 1.9 meters and arms strong enough to run a horse, no one who was not a martial artist would dare to approach them. A real martial artist would know that if they went there, they would have to kneel down on the spot. Therefore, the reporters at the entrance and the fans of the horse racing girl who came here because of her reputation stood outside the school gate in an orderly manner, just holding their cameras high and trying to take some pictures of the scenery inside.

Zhong Ming, Xiao Li Mao and the other two squeezed into the school gate. Just when he took a breath and looked up, he saw Shunchuan Tezuna in a green uniform looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Trainer Zhong Ming, you guys are here too?" Tsuna Sumikawa said with a smile, handing a brochure to Zhong Ming. "This is about the Spring Horse Racing Festival. Since this is your first time participating, you probably don't know much about it. Just treat it as a normal sports meet and school festival, except that the participants are all horse girls and trainers."

"Ms. Junchuan is not going to participate?" Zhong Ming asked curiously after taking the manual.

He believed in his own judgment. Junchuan Tetsuga, a man with a gentle smile on his face, must be very powerful in GI. There was also Eclipse, whom he had never met but only heard of from Akasaka Misato. Although he only felt the opponent's aura slightly, he knew that the man was extremely dangerous. He had never even met him, but he had jumped to the top five of Zhong Ming's "Dangerous Opponents Ranking".

"I won't participate, but I will participate in the awarding of prizes." Junchuan Tezuna smiled with her hands covering her mouth, and pointed her jade-like finger at a board standing next to her. There were prizes from number one to one thousand on it. The winning suit that Zhong Mingxin had been thinking about was at number one, and his eyes moved downwards...

Ok?

Zhong Ming blinked in confusion. Could it be that he saw it wrong?

Why is there his photo on prize number two? And it is a training photo he took at the request of the Japan Sports Competition Association, and it is for swimming. From number two to ten are his training photos for swimming, which makes Zhong Ming a little confused.

Could it be that he was wrong? Aren’t the prize numbers assigned randomly instead of having higher values ​​as the numbers increase?

wrong,

The question is why is there his photo on the prize?

Would anyone really want something like this?

Zhong Ming was a little embarrassed. Could it be that Rudolph forgot to prepare exactly one thousand prizes for the symbol, so he just stuck the things he gave him on?

As expected, Rudolph the symbol had no interest in those things of his.

"Wow, something related to dragging is also a prize!" Brand New Glory exclaimed as he looked at the prize numbers, and pointed at the wooden sword wrapped with iron sheets on number 11 and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Zhong Ming looked at it and pondered, "This seems to be the wooden sword I used in the Yulong Cup. It was broken when I was fighting my opponent in the semi-finals. It seems that Aunt Gaoqiao took it back and repaired it with a piece of iron, intending to sell it as a fan economy."

At that time, there were so many symbolic things given to Rudolph that he didn't pay much attention to it. It turns out that there was this thing in it?

"Oh!" Shining Glory was surprised. Could it be that after Zhong Ming dies a hundred years later, he could use this thing as a holy relic to summon Zhong Ming again? Even if he summoned Zhong Ming's opponent at that time, he could probably use him as Miyamoto Musashi, right?

Junchuan Tezuna looked at the curious expressions of Zhong Ming and the others and smiled slightly, saying: "Then the members of the Mingwang team should enjoy the Spring Horse Racing Festival. If you win a prize, you can come to me to exchange it."

Zhong Ming quickly came back to his senses and nodded to Junchuan Tezuna. He watched her leave and then looked at other places in Central Tresen. As Junchuan Tezuna said, it was full of horse girls and trainers. At first glance, they were all people who often appeared in competitions. There were also many tents for activities with various decorations hung on them, and many people were making a lot of noise there.

Zhong Ming took a look at the manual and it seemed that there were stalls set up over there at the tent, just like at ordinary horse racing festivals. It seemed that he could start there.

……

"The ghost of the horse racing festival? Wasn't that a rumor from a long time ago? And wasn't that a rumor spread by the stall owners outside to attract business?" Sakura Jinwang sat in the tent, crossed his legs and said speechlessly while listening to the words of Beautiful Sunday.

"Really? Even if it's perfect, I have to admit that ghosts might exist." Meili Sunday grabbed her own ponytails and said in distress. As a roommate with excellent qualities, although she was used to seeing handprints on the window and footprints at the door every morning when she woke up, she was still very scared in her heart. Over time, she also felt that ghosts might exist.

“Didn’t Uma Musume’s ghost compete with Biwa Chenguang and Fuji Kiseki before?” Beautiful Sunday said in a sonorous voice.

Sakura Shin-oh held his face and muttered: "If we talk about ghosts, they are not as scary as Ming-oh. Anyway, ghosts of the horse racing festival do not exist!"

Sakura Jinwang's stall sells air guns. Whoever breaks more balloons gets a higher score. However, because the difficulty is too high, people started avoiding her place within half an hour, making her proudly puff out her chin. At this time, someone else came over.

"Hi, I want to try it."

He is really not afraid of death. Sakura Jinwang puffed out his chest and thought to himself, then looked up and saw.

Eh?