Tresen Red Line Domination

"She was just wet by the rain and probably didn't have any spare clothes, so she borrowed your sportswear." Zhong Ming asked them.

None of the three people, Xiaolimao, were overly obsessed with mysophobia, and they all nodded indifferently.

After taking the clothes, Saint King Halo went into the bathroom, washed himself, and sat in the bathtub to soak in the water to get rid of the chill from the rain. After his body was completely warm, he stood up, wiped himself, put on a red and white sportswear, and walked out.

"Thank you for borrowing it." said Saint King Halo.

"Nothing, nothing." Shin Shinkuanghui waved his hand shamelessly and lay on the table watching "Monday Uma Musume" on his mobile phone. Oguruma and Fujimasa were doing flexibility training by doing splits with their feet facing each other, and Zhong Ming was also looking at the computer at the table.

Saint King Halo thought about it and sat down at the table, looking around the room.

This is the base of the Ming Wang team. She thought that the Ming Wang team, as they came from Kasamatsu to the central area, were unstoppable, and with the arrogant existence of the Ming Wang in the team, the style of the room must be that of a "Yoru Shiku" room with fire everywhere and full of murderous aura.

But after walking in, I found that it was just an ordinary room with many signs of life, including redbud flowers and sunflowers on the balcony, shower gel filled with water in the bathroom, a sticker with "one bottle a day" written on the kitchen refrigerator, and piles of notebooks and a huge teddy bear in the corner.

And…the posters on the wall.

The same posters that Ulala posted in the dormitory. Saint King Halo observed the posters on the wall. The posters were all starring Zhong Ming, and the three words "Seventeen Crowns" were bright and prosperous.

The Holy King's Halo stayed for a moment and looked at the calendar again. There were many circles and crosses on it marked with a red pen, and the words "Target G1" were written in mid-May.

It's only been more than three months since I came to the Central Government, and I've already set my sights on GI? Saint King Halo widened her eyes, and at this moment she heard a voice coming from the side, a voice coming from the brand new Glory mobile phone.

"...Ms. Kusagami Hi, the interview with Ming Wang that was released a few days ago has caused a heated discussion on the Japanese Internet. I wonder what you think of Ming Wang?"

"Of course she's a very good player, but it's a pity that I haven't met her in person. And the way she speaks is very interesting. It would be great if she could participate in more competitions."

Holy King Halo watched the conversation between the host and the horse girl Kusanagi Fei on the phone screen, and heard the new glory sigh: "Ming Wang is really amazing."

"After all, she is a horse girl who set a record." Saint King Halo said, "But I will work hard to become a 'first-class' horse girl like her."

Zhong Ming, who was standing next to her, looked up at her curiously and asked, "Are you targeting King Ming?"

"Of course!" Saint King Halo nodded vigorously, his eyes full of determination, but when he thought of his three consecutive defeats, he couldn't help but feel dejected.

Seeing her expression, Zhong Ming and Xin Xin Guang Hui also understood the reason for her distressed expression. Xin Xin Guang Hui patted her shoulder sympathetically and comforted her: "It's okay, I haven't won in GII either, and I'm still doing well."

Zhong Ming looked at her and asked, "How is your training?"

"Of course it was completed 100% according to plan." Saint King Halo muttered.

"I see, but sometimes it's better to indulge yourself a little rather than completing your plan," Zhong Ming suggested.

"Wouldn't that be laziness?" Saint King Guanghui frowned and disagreed.

"There's nothing wrong with being lazy." Zhong Ming smiled indifferently.

A new glow uttered a “huh” and looked at Zhong Ming faintly. This was not what Zhong Ming said when she was training.

Zhong Ming glared back in anger, "You donkey head, don't you know that your foundation is as thin as paper? I've been very kind to you by not asking you to squat when going to the toilet, otherwise you'd be lucky not to come in last in GII."

Shining Glory felt guilty and lowered his head to continue watching the show.

Saint King Guanghui blinked as she watched the two of them communicate silently. She sat there for half an hour and found that the rain was still so heavy. She started a topic with Zhong Ming: "Speaking of which, has Trainer Zhong Ming ever been an athlete before?"

Zhong Ming looked up at the poster and nodded, "There was a period of time when the results were pretty good. I was quite proud of it."

But the value of the Uma Musume competition is definitely different. Saint King Halo thought that although she thought Zhong Ming was a good person, other sports should not be that difficult compared to the Uma Musume competition.

Saint King Halo is still a little bit proud of this.

The three people in the room, including Xiao Li Mao, did not speak.

Saint King Halo recalled the dream he had these days and asked Zhong Ming, "Is Trainer Zhong Ming proficient in tennis?"

"Are you interested too? I'm quite confident. We can find some time to play." Zhong Ming said with a smile.

"No, that's not necessary. My father is a professional player, and he often taught me that I'm not suitable to fight with ordinary people." Saint King Halo shook his head.

Brand New Glory looked at her with strange eyes, and Saint King Halo asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Brand New Glory quickly shook his head.

Zhong Ming also said: "That's a pity."

Seeing that the rain could not be stopped for the time being, Saint King Halo began to chat with Xiao Limao and the other two. She had been studying in Central Tresen for two years and knew more than the three transfer students. She was familiar with things like the late-night female ghost in Tresen Garden, the demon's lair in Lidong Dormitory, and the king of eating too much in the restaurant, and the three of them listened with great interest.

After another hour, the rain finally stopped and the sky cleared up. Saint King Halo stood up and said goodbye, "I'll take my leave first. I'll wash the clothes and send them back."

"Let me take you there." Zhong Ming also stood up and said, following the Holy King's Halo into the elevator.

He just checked online and found that the Saint King Halo had been defeated four times in a row. Based on the two hours of contact, he had basically judged the other party's personality, daily routine, sufficient etiquette, strong self-esteem, and of course, beautiful appearance.

Four consecutive defeats must be a big blow to her, Zhong Ming thought as he looked at the beautiful face of the Holy King.

Although Zhong Ming felt sorry for the situation, he did not intend to interfere. In the past three years, he had seen many losers in competitions, both male and female. Where there are winners, there are losers; this is the law of nature.

Saint King Halo was also looking at Zhong Ming at the same time. As expected, after seeing Zhong Ming in person, he found that there was nothing special about him. Although he was a nice person, he was not worthy of Ulala's love. It would be better to let her find someone else to love.

Saint King Halo walked to the door of the apartment, turned around and was about to say goodbye to Zhong Ming, when suddenly a gust of wind passed behind her. She felt her hand lighten and found that the wet emerald green skirt she had just changed was gone. She turned around and found a man on a motorcycle speeding away with her clothes.

Saint King Halo was stunned and his mind went blank.

At this moment, she heard Zhong Ming next to her yelling angrily, "We just beat one away, and yet someone dares to come and steal again."

Saint King Halo saw Zhong Ming pick up a heavy stone the size of a fist from the ground. She was about to stop Zhong Ming and ask him to calm down. Such a big stone could only be thrown about ten meters, and the other party had driven away. Before she could say anything, she saw Zhong Ming step forward with his right foot, making a heavy sound.

"boom!"

The roaring sound reminded Saint King Halo of the thunder during the rainstorm just now. Zhong Ming grabbed the stone and threw it forward with a sharp sound. The stone turned into a black shadow and shot out quickly, instantly piercing the rider's motorcycle, causing the rider to fall on the road. The motorcycle "swish" slid into the distance and then exploded. The rider was lying on the ground in a daze.

Saint King Halo was also dumbfounded.

Eh?

No, wait a minute.

That was a fist-sized stone, right? Why did Zhong Ming throw it and it made a "swish" sound like a gunshot, and the motorcycle even exploded? Is this really something a human can do?

Saint King Halo turned stiffly and saw Zhong Ming with a nonchalant look on his face. Seeing her confused look, he asked curiously, "Is there anything else that was taken away?"

He thought that Saint King Halo's asking him if he had ever played tennis proved that she had seen his game.

“No…” Saint King Halo rubbed his stiff face and said, “No, no.”

After Saint King Halo got the skirt back, he returned to Lidong's dormitory and lay on the bed, still looking at the ceiling in the room with a confused look in his eyes.

"Is that human being?"

…………

"Why do you always have to do it?" Qi Cao crossed his arms and looked at Zhong Mingdao. The rider who snatched the skirt in broad daylight was already under the arm of Treson's burly security guard, waiting for the police to come.

"I didn't want it to be so coincidental." Zhong Ming also sighed. pppsq~ t%Chapter 652 Don't Pity MetChttps://contentxs.pysmei.com/BookFiles/Html/651303/3968327/.htmlq~ ~pt& The muscular guard of Central Tresen put out the burning motorcycle. In order to prevent a second explosion, he used the clothing thief as a training prop to practice tombstone cross and muscle force. These moves that are notorious in the wrestling ring made the thief faint eight times in three minutes, and he was in great pain.

Zhong Ming and Qi Cao sat on the side of the road waiting for the police to come. Qi Cao looked down at his phone without saying a word, while Zhong Ming looked up at the sky.

"Why are there so many thieves these days?" Zhong Ming complained.

"Someone has had bad intentions recently and is planning to steal clothes to sell. This has happened three times before, but we increased patrols for a month and it was no longer a problem." Qi Cao said without raising his head.

"Come to think of it, you've been the one handling it both times. Is that a bit of a hassle for you?" Zhong Ming looked at her and said.

"...It's okay." Qi Cao said casually.

"You don't seem to be in a very good mood?" Zhong Ming looked at Qicao's expressionless face with some confusion. Qicao's mood always seemed unpredictable, and he didn't know what she was angry about.

Is it because I gave her more work that she got angry? Zhong Ming pondered.

“Speaking of which…” Qi Cao suddenly raised his head, looked deeply at Zhong Ming, and said with a twitch of his lips: “You have been a hero and saved the damsel in distress twice recently, which is quite impressive.”

Qi Cao snorted coldly, "You turtle bastard are quite good at trying to please others. I have been dreaming about your face every night for the past two nights, and you would fall down after a few seconds, which made me so angry that I couldn't find a place to vent it. Now I have to see your face again in the morning.

And he is a hero saving the beauty!

Are you setting up a nest here?

Qi Cao narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhong Ming. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. I've been tortured these two nights, and now I have to help you deal with the aftermath in the morning, right? If I couldn't beat you, I would have to punch this guy in the face.

Zhong Ming thought for a moment and said, "I'm not a hero, I just see injustice. If Vice President Qicao encounters the same situation, I will definitely help him. After all, Vice President Qicao has helped me a lot and he is also my friend."

Qi Cao was stunned for a moment, then he jumped up and said in a panic, "When did you become my friend?"

"Isn't it?" Zhong Ming said somewhat embarrassedly. Was he being too sentimental?

Qi Cao crossed his arms and glanced at him casually with an unnatural look, and said, "Well, that's not the case. If you think it is, then it is. You saved me twice, and I can't refute anything you say."

"It's not my style to repay a favor. Besides, if a beautiful girl like Vice President Qi Cao is in danger, everyone will help her." Zhong Ming said with a smile.

When Qicao heard this, he suddenly looked at Zhong Ming's smile and felt that Zhong Ming was a little bit strange.

"……snort."

Qi Cao snorted and sat down again, crossing his long legs, but his tone was much softer, and he whispered: "You are a good person, and you are not bad as a friend."

This guy is quite good at talking.

He seems to be in a better mood. Zhong Ming thought as he looked at the gentle profile of Qicao.

Sure enough, she will be happy if you praise her?

"By the way, why is the Holy King Halo with you?" Qi Cao asked puzzledly.

Zhong Ming briefly described how he encountered the Saint King Halo, nodded and said: "It must be because of the four consecutive losses. She has a high self-esteem. Now that she has lost like this, she must be in a low mood."

"do you know her?"

"Of course, she is a symbol of hard work in the Central Government." Qi Cao shrugged. Seeing the police coming over, he stood up, patted his butt, turned around and looked at Zhong Ming and said, "But don't feel sorry for her. She doesn't need anyone's pitiful help. This will only stimulate her self-esteem."

"of course."

…………

The Holy King's halo formed a "big" shape as he lay on the bed, constantly thinking about Zhong Ming's actions just now.

Throw a rock and blow up the motorcycle?

She looked at the ceiling a little confused, and even raised her arm and clenched her fist to try, but even with the strength of a horse girl, she probably couldn't do it, and Zhong Ming didn't even hurt the rider, he just damaged the motorcycle.

Strength, accuracy, and speed are all indispensable...

"But it's really a bit too much, that performance..." Saint King Halo Frustration sat up and crossed her legs, her elbows on her thighs, her face supported by her palms, frowning and thinking. She saw the poster on the head of Ulala's bed, which was a poster of Zhong Ming.

The posters that I used to ignore now seem a bit mysterious.

Saint King Halo was just thinking about it when he suddenly heard the door open with a click. Ulala walked in energetically, her mood showing on her face as usual, sunny and cheerful.

"Ulala, can I take a look at Trainer Zhong Ming's previous competition videos?" Saint King Halo asked Ulala. She remembered that Ulala's computer had many competition videos related to Zhong Ming stored in it.

"Of course!" Wulala nodded without hesitation, crossed her arms and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that Guanghuan would finally be interested in Mr. Ming Wang."

"It's just because of a little accident." Saint King Halo whispered, opened Ulala's computer, hesitated among the seventeen file items, and chose the sport he cared about most recently, tennis.

"Trainer Zhong Ming seems to be quite good, but the quality of the opponents ahead is not strong, so let's just jump directly to the final..."

Saint King Halo muttered to herself and clicked on the last video in the "Tennis" folder. Seeing Zhong Ming, who was a little younger than he is now, going on court and starting the match with his opponent, Saint King Halo prepared to study it from a professional perspective. After all, she had also learned a lot of tennis knowledge from her father, so it would be no problem for her to comment on it.

But as the game progressed, her expression gradually became stiff and blank.

"……Eh?"

Why would a black hole suddenly appear when playing tennis? Why did that smash just now give me the illusion of a meteorite destroying dinosaurs? Why would a typhoon appear on the court but the players and referees looked normal?

Countless things impacted Saint King Halo's worldview, and she was stunned for a moment as if the knowledge of the universe was stuffed into her head.

The most important thing is...why was the opponent sent to the hospital with a comminuted fracture directly after the tennis game?

At this time, Ulala poked her head over and said, "This is also a relatively difficult match in Mr. Ming Wang's game. I suggest that as a novice, Halo should watch the previous matches first to adapt."

Saint King Halo really wants to complain, usually it's the players who adapt to the intensity of the game, why is it that here the audience has to adapt instead?

But then again, she did feel a little excited watching the game. Winning such an intense competition in the end made her full of longing fantasies. No wonder there were so many horse racing girls promoting it on Treson's forum.

"No, that's enough. I should go to class. These videos will be my entertainment for the next few months." Saint King Halo closed the computer and stood up and said, "Although it's quite interesting, as a horse girl, I must control myself."

"Halo is really self-disciplined." Ulala sighed.

The next morning, when Saint King Guanghuan got up, her eyes were a little dark. She stayed up late the night before to watch the video of Zhong Ming's tennis match. She just wanted to watch one more game, and one more game, but she didn't expect that it would be dawn, and she didn't even have room for regret.

Saint King Halo turned around and saw Ulala soundly sleeping. He got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, then took the clean sportswear and went out to return it to Zhong Ming.

"Knock Knock-"

"Thank you for lending me the clothes. There are four cakes I made myself inside. Please try them if you don't mind." Saint King Halo said to Zhong Ming who opened the door.

Such thoughtful etiquette... It was the first time that Zhong Ming met such a respectable horse racing girl. He nodded helplessly and amusedly: "I got it. The three of them should be very happy."

"besides……"