Tresen Red Line Domination

"No, wait..." Zhong Ming suddenly frowned, he found a problem.

That is, there is no GI competition in the next two days. The next GI competition will be four days later. And he remembered that the competition was a GI level competition, the NHK Mile Cup!

The previous few times he participated in the competition, he just happened to run into the competition. Now he was a little off the track. There are still four days before the competition, and the name of this competition reminded Zhong Ming of painful memories.

Those bastards at NHK actually sponsored Tresson to earn a competition name. They must have spent all the TV fees on this. They are such beasts!

After Zhong Ming cursed in his heart for a few times, he found the second problem. The time of the competition was not a problem, it was only four days anyway, but the problem was that he did not have a ticket for the GI competition. Before, he either used the props issued by the system or synthesized it with the GII competition ticket. But before, in order to train Oguruma and the others, he used all his Uma Musume achievements to buy "Honey Delicacies" and "Recovery Medicine". Now his pockets were cleaner than his face.

Zhong Ming was stunned for two seconds and asked the system softly, but got a long silence. There was no doubt that the system did not care about this matter.

Zhong Ming almost vomited blood. The competition was just around the corner but he didn't have a ticket to participate. That was more painful than having no hope.

"Drag that down?"

At this time, Brand New Glory opened the balcony door and asked curiously, "Why are you standing outside for so long? Xiaoli is almost done eating, and the march is pulling her along."

"Sorry, sorry, I just thought of something." Zhong Ming shook his head.

Xin Xin Guang Hui is a thoughtful person, and she is also a veteran who has accompanied Zhong Ming in founding the team from Kasamatsu to Central. She can see at a glance that there is a sense of depression on Zhong Ming's face, which is similar to her expression when she steps on dog shit. At the same time, she feels disgusted but also hopes that it can bring bad luck.

Xin Xin Guang Hui pulled Zhong Ming's arm and said with a smile: "Let's eat!"

Yes, if I don't eat, I can't think of a good solution. Zhong Ming put the matter aside for a while, nodded to the new light, walked into the warm room, closed the balcony door to block the cold evening wind outside, and sat down to finish dinner.

"Speaking of which, I have to go get the physical examination report tomorrow." Oguruma said while chewing with his cheeks puffed up.

"Judging from the doctor's expression, there should be nothing wrong," Fujimasa March also said.

Zhong Ming interrupted, "The doctor has just informed me of the situation, so we don't need to go get it. Everything is normal."

"Then let's not go. After all, it's tiring to run such a long distance." Brand New Glory nodded.

I can just tell them in four days. Zhong Ming thought that by then he would have killed Yousheng and they would be full of energy. Maybe when I give them the report, they will think it is fake.

Zhong Ming had just finished dinner when he heard a knock on the door. He hesitated for a moment and was a little afraid. If she knew that he had fasciitis, she would definitely be scared.

"Knock down..."

There was another knock on the door. Zhong Ming felt relieved. Someone with excellent qualities would definitely not just knock twice, but would use the door panel to beat the drum.

"Squeak."

Zhong Ming opened the door and saw Qi Tan standing outside, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qi Trough was still checking whether there was any problem with his instrument, but when he heard Zhong Ming's words, his face suddenly turned cold. The empress narrowed her eyes and said unhappily: "Can't you come if there is nothing wrong?"

"I'm sorry for what I said. I just had a meal and my head was dizzy." Zhong Ming apologized quickly. He was thinking about the competition so much that he spoke too bluntly.

After apologizing, Zhong Ming saw that Qicao's face looked much better. He thought to himself that fortunately I was still a relatively polite person in Qicao's heart, and she would definitely understand. After all, from the time we met until now, the favorability between us was, if not 100 out of 70, at least around 60, which was the level of friends.

Qi Cao stuffed the bag in his hand into Zhong Ming's hand unhappily and said, "You can wear the clothes given by Tresen if you want."

Zhong Ming opened it and took a look. There were two sweaters inside. He asked curiously, "They are as good as the ones you knitted before. Are the benefits of Central Teresen so good?"

Qi Cao's expression eased a little when he heard that, and he crossed his arms over his chest and said, "It's like this now. If you don't want to wear it, just throw it in the closet. I don't care anyway."

"I must wear such nice clothes." Zhong Ming shook his head. He didn't expect that Central Tresen had such benefits. It felt like hand-woven, soft and warm in the hand. It would probably cost 40,000 or 50,000 yen to buy it in Ginza. It would be a waste if he didn't wear it.

"Whatever you want." Qi Cao curled his lips, and his mood became much better after he saw Zhong Ming put the sweater back in the bag. "Speaking of which, you went for a physical examination today. How was it?"

Qi Cao secretly went to see the doctor for consultation. He couldn't say he was in good health, but he could say he was as strong as an ox.

This guy doesn’t look as fat as the muscular man, but you can tell at a glance that he is strong... Qi Cao muttered, and there was also a strange examination that made Qi Cao blush slightly.

"Nothing serious." Zhong Ming shook his head and suddenly thought of the competition. He said to Qi Cao, "Oh, King Ming is going to participate in the NHK Mile Cup!"

Since the system doesn't work, then just take the formal route. He had been taking shortcuts before and forgot to use the simplest method of participating in the competition.

"Then give me the entry form tomorrow..." he said angrily.

"Now, can we sign up now!?" Zhong Ming asked anxiously, pressing his shoulder.

"You are cold, calm down, I will ask the people in the board of directors now." Zhong Ming's face was a little close, and he took two steps back and said unnaturally. He picked up the phone and made a call for half a minute, then said: "Although Queen Ming's previous participation in the competition was inexplicable, it doesn't matter now, she can participate."

"That's good." Zhong Ming raised his head and let out a long sigh. Now he really saw hope.

Next,

All that remains is to defeat the opponent.

In order to ensure victory in the competition, he has two tasks in the next four days. One is to maintain and improve his physical level, and the other is to skillfully use Uma Musume Myōo's body.

Chapter 297 Dawn Quietly Passes Across the Sky

Zhong Ming's hand was still on Qicao's shoulder. Qicao took two steps back unnoticeably, putting one meter distance between him and Zhong Ming. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhong Ming.

Could this guy like me? Qi Cao thought.

Qi Cao has a gorgeous appearance and acts fiercely. People who like her range from the wealthy in Tokyo to the farmers in Hokkaido. On average, one in ten male adults likes her. It is normal for Zhong Ming to have feelings for her.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhong Ming thanked Qicao.

"It's just the student union's work." Qicao said casually. She stood at the door and waited for a while, but found that Zhong Ming had no intention of inviting her in for a cup of tea.

Zhong Ming also looked at Qi Cao in surprise, wondering what else she wanted to do. After all, Qi Cao and Rudolph were both busy people, and they probably wouldn't like to squeeze into his small room to drink tea, so he didn't invite her. Otherwise, she would have to consider how to refuse without hurting her feelings.

"Then I'll leave." Qi Cao couldn't help but say.

"Okay, goodbye." Zhong Ming said quickly.

Qicao turned away with a dark face, cursing in his heart, "The guys from this place are so rude. Don't you even give me a cup of tea when I, the great Vice President Treson, come here?"

As for the illusion that Zhong Ming liked her or not, she had kicked it to the moon a long time ago. She was determined to keep Zhong Ming under her feet for the rest of her life!

Wait for me!

Zhong Ming looked at Qi Cao's back and said, "It seems that he is really busy. He left without any hesitation."

Zhong Ming turned around and went back to the room, and washed the dishes with the help of Fujimasa March. Xin Guanghui, who had just finished taking a shower, sat cross-legged at the table and watched the "Monday Uma Musume" broadcast tonight while wiping her hair with a towel. On the screen was a Uma Musume that Zhong Ming had rarely seen, but since she was on the show, she must be a very powerful Uma Musume.

The horse girl on the screen wore a white and pink tennis hat, a pink jacket and a short skirt, and looked straightforward and frank.

"Who is this?" Zhong Ming walked over and asked curiously.

"Don't you know that she's a drag?" New Brilliant Vision looked at the horse girl on the screen and said, "Her name is Ennis Wind God, a GI-level horse girl. I heard that she's as fast as the wind. When she first entered the Central, she often worked outside. She's a very approachable horse girl."

Not to mention the new glory, even Zhong Ming felt very close to him after hearing it.

A GI-level horse girl who works part-time, it sounds very touching.

And he might be the opponent in the next game. Zhong Ming wrote down the name and planned to investigate it carefully later.

The moon was high in the sky, and when it was time to go to bed late at night, Xin Xin Guanghui suddenly jumped up from the bed, holding a cell phone in his hand and asked in surprise: "Is the Ming King going to participate in the competition?"

She quickly turned to look at Zhong Ming.

Brand New Glory quickly said: "My classmate in Central Tresen sent me a line. She saw the news on Twitter and asked me if it was true. Although we are teammates on the same team, I don’t know much about it!"

Already on Twitter?

Zhong Ming opened Twitter and found that there were indeed rumors that Ming Wang would participate in the NHK Mile Cup. However, because he had not yet officially submitted his application materials, the Uma Musume Contest Association did not dare to make a formal announcement. They could only spread the news secretly and let netizens stir up the topic online, so that the heat would be even higher when it was officially announced. If Ming Wang did not participate, the association could just cover their ears and say, "I didn't say Ming Wang would participate. Whoever said that should go find him."

This is shamelessness taken to the extreme. The more Zhong Ming thought about it, the more he felt that the people in the Uma Musume Competition Association had not been beaten into pigs because they had given Uma Musume enough benefits, especially the symbolic kowtow to Rudolph who often maintained order online.

Zhong Ming also saw the strange fans of Ming Wang who had begun to pour in from all directions under these tweets, like a large number of soldiers crossing the border and occupying the comment section with strange language.

Ming Wang Believer: [I will continue to tell you some little-known facts about Ming Wang. First, when Ming Wang was studying at Tresen, he missed two consecutive days of classes. Later, these days were called Saturday and Sunday. Second, when Ming Wang was late for Tresen, other students were punished for coming too early. Third, when the three goddesses created the horse girl, they used the secretly taken photos of Ming Wang as the standard. Next time, I will bring more little-known facts about Ming Wang.]

Tresen Encyclopedia: [Next, please name the only true God in the world and explain why she is the Ming Wang.]

OlO who continued from Rei Shifan: [The great Myojin is about to return to her faithful arena. Now everyone is a prophet. Please tell me the name of the winner of the NHK Mile Cup.]

Hate Ming Wang: [Ming Wang, I like you, I like you, I like you! ]

Tereson Art Troupe 1: [From a rational point of view, it is time for Ming Wang to lose.]

New cat owner: [Reply to the above (sweating soybeans).]

Zhong Ming flipped through a few pages. It couldn't be said to be a riot of demons, it could only be said to be in line with imagination. This group of Ming Wang's fans started to go crazy again. However, considering the enthusiasm of Japanese audiences for Uma Musume events, it is not difficult to imagine that if Rudolph symbolized that the number of competitions had suddenly dropped drastically at its peak, the degree of madness of her fans might not be as high as that of Ming Wang's fans.

"You haven't told me whether it's true or not!" Xin Xin Guang Hui asked while shaking Zhong Ming's arm.

Zhong Ming turned his eyes away from his phone and said, "It is indeed true."

"Eh? Why didn't you tell us?" Brand New Glory pouted, "Oguri, March and I all wanted to get in touch with her more, but we never found the opportunity. You should have told us in advance!"

It would be bad for my mental health if I let you guys have more contact.

Zhong Ming said casually: "Then I'll tell you next time. You should stop training for a few days. After all, you have lost two games in a row and you should take a break. I have something to do, uh... I'm going to train with King Ming."

Now not only was there a new glow, but even Oguri Hat and Fujimasa March's eyes were sparkling.

"Don't think about it. I'll take you there next time I have the chance." Zhong Ming waved his hand and said, "It's time to go to bed now."

"Hey, it's much earlier than usual!" Xin Xin Guang Hui was surprised. He usually went to bed between 11 and 12 o'clock, but it was only half past ten now.

"Card wipe."

Zhong Ming turned off the lights.

……

At five o'clock in the morning, even in Japan, which is known as the country of the rising sun, there was no shadow of the sun. Although the moon had gradually set, the sky was still full of stars. The flowers and plants on the roadside encountered the cold morning mist and condensed into dewdrops hanging overhead.

"Den."

Someone passed by the flowers and the wind blew the dewdrops onto the soil.

Zhong Ming jabbed the air while running, fully exercising every muscle in his body. This match was different from the previous ones. Even if they lost the previous matches, Zhong Ming and the horse racing girls of Mingwang team would just carry their packages and return to Kasamatsu to farm. But if they couldn't win this one, both Ogurimao and Excellent Suzhi would be tormented by ligament inflammation forever, casting a shadow on the best time of their lives.

So there can be no accidents in this game.

Normally, Zhong Ming would ask Xiao Limao and others to do morning exercises at around eight o'clock, but in fact, Zhong Ming's morning training in high school started at around four o'clock. Although he had never seen Los Angeles at four in the morning, Zhong Ming had indeed seen Hokkaido at four in the morning - it was so cold that the snot froze into ice.

Zhong Ming was running towards Quanming Temple. His training plan was the same as the one he gave to Oguruma and the others, except that he had increased his training plan by one level.

If Xin Xin Guang Hui was watching here, she would definitely spit out blood. When they ran to Quanming Temple, they were already very fast compared to others, but compared to Zhong Ming, they were like a tortoise and a rabbit. He was still much more conservative when training with them.

After arriving at the foot of Quanming Temple, Zhong Ming ran up and down the stone steps thirty laps to warm up. He then picked up a real sword from the temple and performed a series of sword moves, successfully activating the muscles of his entire body, officially awakening his body as a contestant.

At this time, the night has gradually dissipated and the dawn is gradually rising.

Zhong Ming was still training. His clothes were soaked with sweat. He simply took off his shirt to reveal his muscular body. There was no one here anyway. After a while, Zhong Ming suddenly heard strange noises coming from the foot of the mountain, and it seemed to be noisy voices.

Zhong Ming was puzzled. Normally there shouldn't be many people here. Where did these monsters come from?

Zhong Ming put on his clothes and ran to the foot of the mountain. As soon as he saw a figure, he heard a voice coming from his ear.

"Ming Wang is my mother!"

Okay, this must be a fan of Ming Wang. Zhong Ming was silent.

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Chapter 298 Whose figure travels through the reincarnation world?

Zhong Ming sat on the stone steps under the torii of Senmyoji Temple, drinking salt water to replenish his water while watching a group of Myō's fans and soldiers passing by on the road. It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that they were soldiers passing by, but at a glance there were about two to three hundred of them, and the leader was carrying a large flag with the word 'Ming' written on it, which could be changed to 'Cheng' and could be seamlessly used by the Shinsengumi in the Edo period, which shows how domineering they were.

Is this the Japanese? Zhong Ming sighed.

He had also heard about the various strange behaviors of the Japanese. For example, when he was on Earth, Akihabara in Japan often held awards for special behaviors of otakus. Even among the Z generation, there would still be a group of otaku believers who traveled long distances to migrate at every comic convention. So Zhong Ming was not surprised to see the situation in front of him, he just accepted it calmly.

——What the hell is there to accept?

Zhong Ming looked at the flag embroidered with the word "Ming" in shock. Are you guys going to fight? Who are you going to fight? Why doesn't King Ming himself know who you are going to fight?

This isn't about the stupid bad students of Japanese high schools dominating Japan. We, Uma Musume, are the father of the Japanese government, the friendly ambassador of the United Nations, and the final form of the universe. What are you doing here with your flags and making such a fuss?

"Hey, are you okay, little guy over there?"

In the Ming flag team, a fat boy wearing a plaid shirt, a schoolbag and glasses trotted over to Zhong Ming, who was sitting on the stone steps with his head buried in pain, and expressed his concern.

"Ah, I'm fine... I guess." Zhong Ming said after choking.

"There's no one around here. Are you lost? Do you need to come with us?" asked the little fat man.

"No, what are you doing?"

"As you can see, we are on the way to support Ming Wang." The fat man said with his chest puffed out proudly.

"But... isn't this noise too weird?" Zhong Ming asked tactfully. Aren't you afraid of being caught by the police with such a big noise?

The fat guy showed an embarrassed expression and said, "You are right. It is indeed a bit stingy to have only 300 people. We originally planned to organize a team of 2,000 people. Unfortunately, the schedule does not match. However, there will definitely be more comrades on the day of the competition."