Tresen Red Line Domination

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He heard the sound of his ribs breaking. The intense pain made his eyes roll back and he fainted in less than two seconds, but he woke up again two seconds later due to the pain.

Zhong Ming pulled him by the back of his collar and threw him to the ground, then kicked the bicycle to make it fall to the side and stop, so as to prevent it from rushing down and hitting someone.

"Help, help..." The rider squeezed out a few words from his throat while lying on the ground. He said painfully: "120, no...Call 110, let me go to jail, quickly!"

If I go through 120, I might get beaten by this guy, but if I go through 110, at least there are police and cells to protect me.

Zhong Ming took Maruzenski's underwear from him, dusted it off, glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, you won't die. Only two ribs were broken, and even your internal organs were not injured. You just need to stay in the hospital for a few months."

The rider did not feel reassured when he heard this, but became even more frightened.

Oh my God, how come this person is so familiar with the human body and so strong? He can’t be a murderer who has not been caught.

I only have the courage to steal things, not the courage to kill people!

"1...110, help." The rider grabbed the phone in his pocket, but in the end he didn't have the strength to make a call, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Zhong Ming looked down at him, holding the underwear and was about to call a policeman to arrest the man, when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"I heard a loud noise, what happened?"

Qicao ran over in a casual outfit wearing a jacket. He was startled when he saw a person lying on the ground with a painful look on his face. He looked up and saw Zhong Ming, then glanced at the pink underwear in his hand.

“You…” Qi Cao’s eyes twitched, and he looked down at the rider and said, “Is this guy a robber?”

"The vice president is very observant." Zhong Ming nodded.

"What are you praising? Is this guy okay? Central trainers don't have extrajudicial immunity. If they kill someone, they will be thrown into jail!" Qi Cao hurriedly walked to the rider to check if there were any blood vessels beating in his neck. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still alive.

"Don't worry, I know the force of killing. This won't kill anyone." Zhong Ming comforted.

"This makes me even more uneasy." She pouted and was about to say something back, but found that she couldn't say anything because Zhong Ming in her dream last night had indeed controlled his strength very accurately. He beat her so hard that she was covered with bruises, but she didn't faint or get seriously injured.

If Zhong Ming could be called the "young swordsman" last time, then this time we can remove the word "young" and directly call him the "swordsman".

Qi Cao raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhong Ming. What is the current strength of this guy? With his personality, he will definitely not stand still. Maybe he will be a level stronger than before.

She saw the pink underwear in Zhong Ming's hand again, her face darkened as she took it from him and said, "Whose is this? Where did this guy on the ground get it from?"

And the model is so big...

Zhong Ming explained truthfully: "I went to the laundry to pick up clothes for Maruzenski. I couldn't free my hands and he took one of the clothes."

It’s Maruzenski’s... Qicao squinted his eyes and pouted as he looked at the underwear in his hand.

"I'll give this thing to Maruzenski, you can go back." Qicao waved his hand and sent him away.

Zhong Ming nodded. After all, Qi Cao was the boss of Tokyo, so there would be no problem letting her handle it. He turned around and saw Maruzenski running over and stopping in front of the two of them.

"He runs so fast. Eh... has he been knocked down?" Maruzenski looked at the unconscious rider on the ground. His expression was as if he had seen something terrifying. His face was full of anxiety and fear.

"I left my clothes at the laundry. Looks like we have to go get them again." Maruzenski smiled at Zhong Ming, then turned to see Qicao and said, "Then I'll leave this to you, Qicao."

"Hmm..." He held his chest with his hands and made a nasal sound without any emotion.

"Hurry up, be careful that someone else takes it away again." Maruzenski led Zhong Ming back and said to him with interest on the way: "Your leg strength is not bad."

“It’s okay. I’m not good at pure running.” Zhong Ming said. He was not being modest. After all, the events he participated in before did not include short-distance running and long-distance running. Running was just a byproduct of what he learned from baseball and football. It was definitely weaker in terms of skills than the horse girl he specialized in.

"Really?" Maruzenski looked at Zhong Ming curiously. "Come to think of it, I heard that you were a contestant before. You must have done very well, right?"

"Well, I only have seventeen championships." Having said this, Zhong Ming stood up a little straighter and said modestly.

Maruzenski noticed his pride and couldn't help but smile. He turned his eyes and said, "By the way, if I'm interested in those sports, can I find you? After all, you seem to be the only one around me who knows more about them."

Zhong Ming thought for a moment and said, "I have to be busy with the work within the Ming Wang team recently. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

"Then let's exchange lines!" Maruzenski said with a happy smile.

(Official data: chest circumference of air tank is B90, Maruzenski B92)

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After Zhong Ming returned home, he went to bed when it was late at night, and his dream about horse racing girls only began now.

"Whoa!"

Saint King Halo opened his eyes, and when he shook his head from side to side, he discovered that he had dreamed the same dream again.

The blue field was outlined with white lines to form a rectangular field, and a 1.07-meter white net was used to divide the middle. Standing opposite her was a young man named Zhong Ming.

"Let me show you what 'first-class' means..." Saint King Halo put aside his doubts, picked up the tennis racket and pointed at Zhong Ming.

Although I didn't say it,

But my dad is a professional player!

Swimsuit at the beach.jpgpppsq~ t.Chapter 652: Saint King Halo is WatchingtChttps://contentxs.pysmei.com/BookFiles/Html/651303/3968321/.htmlq~ fpt ? Saint King Halo swallowed hard. If this wasn't a dream, she would definitely be sweating profusely and her limbs would ache. It would be better to say that it was because of the dream that she could play until now. She stared at the figure opposite who was serving the ball, and her pretty and tender face showed an expression of not admitting defeat.

come on!

Saint King Halo gritted her teeth. She saw the person opposite her holding a tennis ball, spinning it in the air, and hitting it into her court with a "pop". The tennis ball kept moving strangely in the air and disappeared from Saint King Halo's sight at some point, making her clench her fists unwillingly.

"boom!"

The tennis ball landed in her court and embedded itself firmly in the wire fence behind her.

"The disappearing serve."

This is how the Holy King Halo describes it. This was already the seventh ball she missed, and this was not the only skill of the opponent she encountered. Before this, she had faced several other skills, such as the "wave ball" that was like a laser cannon, the "zero-type slice" that miraculously did not bounce when it fell to the ground, and the most outrageous one was the "tightrope walking" that fell along the net into her court.

Holy King Halo often hears Uma Musume being called the darling of the three goddesses, who is just like Superman except that she has no superpowers. But now she feels that the one on the other side is the real Superman.

Does he really have super powers?!

Saint King Halo felt like his worldview was about to be shattered.

Who is this guy?

The Holy King Halo stared at Zhong Ming, who had a dull expression on his face and was wearing a tennis cap as he continued to prepare to serve.

"Damn it, I'm 'first-rate'..." Saint King Halo bit his lip and spoke in a low voice.

…………

"boom!"

The aluminum bat of Fujimasa March was finally pierced. She looked at the aluminum bat in her hand, with only a trace of it stubbornly connecting the two parts, and fell into deep thought. This was not a problem with the quality of the aluminum bat, because she saw that Zhong Ming's opponent was able to hit Zhong Ming's ball with a wooden baseball bat, which meant that the bat was not the most critical.

"Skills?" Fujimasa murmured as she changed to a new bat on the sidelines. She reached out for the aluminum bat, her fingers paused for a moment, and finally reached for the wooden bat next to her.

"This is the topic for this time." Fujimasa stood at the hitting point and exhaled slowly, then looked up at Zhong Ming who was already prepared on the opposite side.

"Then I'll do my best..."

Fujimasa gripped the bat tightly and swung hard at the incoming baseball!

"boom!"

The baseball flew high into the blue sky, higher than the white birds flying in the sky.

Xiaolimao sat in the audience, supporting her head with her hands, watching the game in a daze. Even though she didn't know the rules of baseball, she knew that this was a home run. She sat in the audience and watched Zhong Ming officially step into his first field. His opponent was a very strong team from Tokyo. At the last moment, Zhong Ming successfully reversed the score.

How can she enter the field?

Did Zhong Ming enter intentionally?

What is Zhong Ming thinking at this moment? Xiao Limao looked at Zhong Ming sideways and thought.

"I want to eat ice cream..."

Xin Xin Guanghui was trudging through the rainforest. In front of her was Zhong Ming, who was walking through the complex environment of the rainforest as if it were flat ground. She sighed deeply, wondering why there was a rainforest after she came out of the sea.

"hiss……"

Xin Xin Guanghui saw a python as big as a bowl crawling slowly at her feet. Its cold body approaching her skin gave her goose bumps. She was about to shout "Stop dragging me" out of habit, but suddenly she saw the python suddenly turn its head to look at her, and its erect pupils shrank slightly before it bit her.

With a scream, the new radiant light quickly jumped back and rolled over, then fell to the ground in a mess. Her reaction was so quick that even the python was startled. Although its posture was as ugly as a dog's, it managed to avoid it. This was the result of her training!

It opened its mouth and was about to chase, and the new light said inwardly that its life was over. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of it, and the python was caught in Zhong Ming's hand. Before it could react, he smashed it against the tree twice. Its eyes rolled back, and it was neatly put into the backpack as a reserve food. He turned around and continued to move forward.

"Wait for me..." Xin Xin Guanghui quickly used all his limbs to get up from the ground and catch up with Zhong Ming.

Swimming, climbing, rainforest walking… Why do I feel like I’m doing a triathlon? Brand New Glory scratched his hair.

I'm too balanced...

…………

It was a sunny morning in Tokyo with no clouds in the sky, which was suitable for traveling.

Master Miyazaki's day starts with a half-hour in the toilet. After solving the problem, he walks to the dojo to make a cup of tea to officially start the morning. But as soon as he approaches the dojo, he coughs a few times, covers his mouth and nose to block the dust, and asks Yae Invincible in the dojo:

"What are you doing?"

The chaotic voices in the dojo stopped, and Yae Wudi, wearing a white cleaning scarf on his head, poked his head out and said, "The Kongo Yae-gaki-ryu boxing manual."

"Haven't you seen it many times when you were a child?" Master Miyazaki asked curiously, waving away the dust in the air and walking closer.

Yae Wudi was silent for a moment and then said, "Because I found that I haven't trained well enough, both my skills and strength are far from enough."

That’s enough… Master Miyazaki couldn’t help but look at this expressionless disciple and niece.

Yaye Wudi recalled another miserable defeat in her dream last night and clenched her fists. She was still far from mastering the training and was not even strong enough to let Zhong Ming use his true strength. The most she had been knocked down before ten rounds, while in the match videos she had watched, Zhong Ming's matches would last twenty rounds on average.

"Well...if you really want to practice, wouldn't it be better to ask Zhong Ming?" Master Miyazaki said.

Yaezun Wudi was stunned for a moment, as if he had not expected this method and was temporarily tempted.

"Wait... wait a little longer." Yaezun Wudi replied in a low voice.

Wait until I have made some progress and won't make a fool of myself in Zhong Ming's eyes before inviting him over.

"Although practicing boxing to improve your physical fitness is good, don't forget the upcoming competition," Master Miyazaki reminded.

Yae Wudi nodded heavily.

Of course she didn't forget.

Because the next event is the chrysanthemum viewing.

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When Saint King Halo got up, she found herself sweating again. She rubbed her dizzy head and turned to look at the other side of the dormitory. Ulala was sleeping peacefully, like a baby, which was completely different from her energetic appearance when she woke up. Saint King Halo, who had been dreaming all night, also smiled a little.

Although she was a little frustrated mentally, Saint King Halo still got up to brush her teeth. While brushing her teeth with a green toothbrush, she opened the window of the dormitory to welcome the morning breeze. There was no one on the training field yet, and she was used to being the first one.

Saint King Halo suddenly saw the poster on the head of Ulala's bed, which was of Trainer Zhong Ming.

Saint King Halo frowned slightly, because she had a nightmare last night. She didn't think it was real. After all, reality was not so outrageous. She must have heard Ulala's strange words and had nightmares for two nights in a row.

Holy King Halo speeds up brushing teeth and washing face. After changing into sportswear, I circle another day on the calendar. There is still half a month until the next GII game, so I need to work harder!

There was no one in the training field yet. When Saint King Halo was halfway through running, he remembered that the Ming King team seemed to have gone out for training at this time before. After thinking about it, he walked to the door of Treson and looked out. Sure enough, he saw four figures at the entrance of Dasugi Park, and Zhong Ming was also inside.

It looks like nothing special, just ordinary... Saint King Halo thought. She was about to turn around to continue training, but suddenly her feet paused. She turned back and pursed her pink lips, remembering the violent killings in her dreams for two consecutive days. She turned around and continued to look at Zhong Ming not far away, frowning hard.

I couldn't sleep well for two days in a row. I want to see what those seventeen crowns that Ulala mentioned are capable of.

Don’t think that just because you’re great in dreams you’ll be great in real life too. In real life I’m a “first-rate” horse racing girl!

Holy King Halo was peering in from the door of Tresen.

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I can think of a good analogy. Although they are both based on the same worldview, Umamusume is like Let's Get Fit! Sweat Girl, making friends in a relaxed and happy way, while Zhong Ming is like participating in the Kengan Ashura competition. It would be wrong if you don't vomit a few pounds of blood every day. The events of the competition are completely different.

Of course, it's just an analogy, don't take it seriously. pppsq~ t1Chapter 652: We can't let King Ming be misunderstood againtChttps://contentxs.pysmei.com/BookFiles/Html/651303/3968322/.htmlq~ jpt ? Saint King Halo poked half of his head out of the door of Tresen and observed Zhong Ming, who was squatting and stretching his legs to warm up. He squinted his eyes slightly. It didn't look like there was anything special about him. I don't understand why Wu Lala likes him so much. If he doesn't have any ability, it's better to let Wu Lala change to someone she likes as soon as possible, such as Vice President Qi Trough.

That way the goal is at least more ambitious.

Seeing that the Ming Wang team would not start training for a while, Saint King Halo turned to the guard next to him and asked, "Has that trainer Zhong Ming ever played tennis before?"

The moves in the dream were too outrageous no matter how she thought about it. She thought that she was probably influenced by what Ulala said all day long, and she admired her father who was a tennis player, so she was confused in her dream and had that strange dream.

But I heard that not many people play tennis, and even fewer in the central government, so Zhong Ming probably has never played it.

"We're not really sure about that." The guards at Tresen looked at each other and hesitated with their arms folded. They only knew that Zhong Ming was very powerful and seemed to have won many championships. They didn't know what projects he had. After all, they all came to work in Tresen, and they must prefer the Uma Musume competition rather than other competitions.

"I understand, thank you." Saint King Halo nodded and pursed his lips, which were as soft and elastic as jelly.

I knew it couldn't be such a coincidence.

Saint King Halo was thinking with her head down when she suddenly heard a startling "bang" sound next to her ear, like a cannonball exploding. She was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the backs of Oguruma and the other two starting to run for training, but Zhong Ming didn't see anything at all.

Saint King Halo frowned his beautiful eyebrows and muttered something.