Tresen Red Line Domination

Hearing the slightly anxious words of the staff behind him, Te Bie Zhou, who was standing at the entrance, couldn't help but become worried and adjusted the number plate of Aoba Shang No. 1 behind him.

Holy King Halo, are you okay? pppsq~ t7Chapter 652 But you chose Trainer Zhong MingtChttps://contentxs.pysmei.com/BookFiles/Html/651303/3968332/.htmlq~ ?pt( Fujii Izumisuke stood at the entrance of Tokyo Racecourse with an anxious expression. He didn't expect Holy King Halo to be late. An hour ago, the staff of Tokyo Racecourse had called Central Tresen, but she was not in the dormitory.

It would be a shame if not all members could participate, as it wouldn't be a competition that could make headlines.

Fujii Izumisuke was thinking when he suddenly saw a red car speeding towards him. He was stunned for a moment and then thought of Zhong Ming's previous appearance.

No, no, but there shouldn't be any members of the Mingwang Team participating today, right?

Fujii Izumisuke didn't want to make a mess, so he jumped high and waved his hands.

"Here, here, fifteen minutes left, hurry up!!"

Fujii Izumisuke called out loudly, and as he spoke the red car was getting closer and closer. Fujii Izumisuke's expression gradually changed from relief to stiffness, because the car had no intention of slowing down and rushed straight towards him.

Wait,

Although I said it's urgent, you don't have to be so anxious!

Izumisuke Fujii was a little panicked, but he stepped on the brakes and twisted the steering wheel before the red car got close to him. The tires rubbed against the ground and made a sharp sound. The red car spun quickly and moved forward, just bypassing Fujii Izumisuke who was standing stiffly in place, and stopped sideways in front of the entrance of Tokyo Racecourse.

"boom!"

The car door opened before it even stopped. Evil, Zhong Ming pulled up the dizzy Saint King Halo and shouted to Fujii Izumisuke: "Thank you, you should get in too."

Fujii Izumusuke looked back at Zhong Ming, gave a forced smile, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled helplessly: "What a ridiculous trainer who matches Ming Wang."

He looked down at the photo in the camera in his hand. Zhong Ming came out of the red car and ran towards the Tokyo Racecourse with the Holy King Halo.

“Fortunately I managed to capture it…”

Fujii Izumisuke smiled, thinking it was worth it to be scared.

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"Ta-ta..."

Two hurried footsteps.

Zhong Ming ran quickly into the Tokyo Racecourse with the Saint King's aura, and smiled when he saw the alarm clock on the wall: "It looks like everything is going well. There are still fifteen minutes to spare."

"…How can it be considered smooth sailing!"

Saint King Halo covered her stomach with her hands, her face turned blue, and she almost vomited out the bread she had eaten before going out.

"Is there a problem?" Zhong Ming was puzzled. "I was driving very fast to hurry, and I even squeezed into the alleys and drove on the mountain roads..."

It's because of what you said. Saint King Halo adjusted his body, took a breath, and looked at Zhong Ming unhappily.

She had never seen a car driving with the accelerator pedal pressed to the floor before, and when she drove into the alley, she saw that the distance between the wall and the car window was only millimeters, and the car was running close to the walls on both sides...

"But we're here finally, aren't we?" Zhong Ming smiled at her.

Saint King Halo snorted at his smiling face. At this time, the staff next to him saw Saint King Halo and quickly pulled her into the lounge to change into her competition clothes as if she had seen her real father, and pointed her in the direction of the entrance.

Saint King Halo was about to walk over when he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Zhong Ming who was standing there and didn't catch up. He paused and said, "Hey, take me to the entrance."

"Aren't there staff here..." Zhong Ming was surprised.

Saint King Halo frowned, crossed his arms and said, "Because of your rough driving style, I can't recognize people's faces now. Who knows who is the staff? Hurry up and catch up."

Zhong Ming followed the Saint King's aura and said, "Go straight on this road and then turn. The entrance is in front."

He has been here several times and is very familiar with the Tokyo Racecourse.

"I understand." Saint King Halo said casually.

There were no more horse girls at the entrance. She was the last one. Akasaka Misato had been talking about the history of horse girls for more than ten minutes. If the Holy King's Halo hadn't appeared yet, she would probably talk about the transformation myth of the three goddesses creating horse girls and the Ming Wang watching from the side...

Saint King Halo looked at the white light outside the entrance, then looked at Zhong Ming beside him and suddenly said, "Um...thank you for coming over these few days."

"I didn't do anything."

"Don't lie, I'm not stupid." Saint King Halo whispered, "Your advice is very useful and has helped me improve a lot. You also came to me on rainy days... To be honest, I feel at ease whenever I think of you behind me."

"But don't get me wrong, I'm the one who works the hardest on myself."

Zhong Ming looked at her strangely and asked, "Isn't this natural?"

Saint King Halo looked straight at his face, then suddenly lowered his head and sighed, saying helplessly: "Sure enough, I can't chat with you."

Akasaka Misato finally heard the notice and quickly ended the mythological story that had just begun and turned to the last horse girl who had just arrived. The people in the audience also understood and the discussion gradually became noisy.

Saint King Halo ran quickly towards the entrance, her brown hair dancing in the air with her brisk steps. She turned around and pointed her index finger at Zhong Ming and said:

"Be sure to watch my game!"

"Next up is the indomitable horse girl, No. 13, the Saint King Halo, who has fought against powerful enemies time and again and never admitted defeat!"

…………

Zhong Ming leaned on the railing of the audience seats, watching the horse racing girls warming up before the race.

He was somewhat surprised to see Te Bie Zhou, a fan of his whom he also saw often with the East Sea Emperor and the others, and he had also investigated him as a possible rival.

Zhong Ming's evaluation of Tebi Zhou is that he is no weaker than Oguruma, and he will definitely be a formidable enemy if he meets him.

"It looks like it will be a tough battle!"

Zhong Ming heard a pretty voice coming from the side, he turned around and saw a pink-haired horse girl standing next to him with her arms crossed and a vibrant smile on her face.

"Good morning, Mr. Ming Wang, you can call me Ulala. I'm Guanghuan's roommate and also your big fan!" Ulala turned and smiled at Zhong Ming.

Ulala?

Zhong Ming was no stranger to this name. He often saw this name under his tweets. He smiled and nodded, "Hello, Ulala, it seems you know Special Week very well."

"Of course." Wulala nodded vigorously, wiped her nose and straightened her chest and said, "After all, I have participated in fifty-seven games from the local level to the central level."

Fives,

Fifty-seven games! ?

Zhong Ming was shocked. This number was unusual. Some horse racing girls had not even reached half of this number since the end of their careers, but Ulala had already participated in fifty-seven races at such a young age, which was awe-inspiring.

"From a local area, Ulala is also a local horse racing girl?" Zhong Ming asked in surprise.

"Of course." Ulala said modestly, "But the results are not very good. In the last race at Kochi Racecourse, I only ranked fifth."

"Fifth place is already pretty good..." Zhong Ming praised, and suddenly saw the news from the search on his mobile phone. There was only one race at the Kochi Racecourse recently, and the number of participants was... five.

Zhong Ming was silent for a moment. When he turned around and saw Ulala's energetic smile, he couldn't help but smile and touched her head.

With Saint King Halo's awkward personality, I think only a simple and hardworking horse girl like her can live with her.

"The race has begun." Zhong Ming said while looking at the racecourse.

…………

"Thump, thump..."

Calm down, my heart!

Saint King Halo stood in the horse gate with her fists clenched. The tension in the narrow horse gate surged from all directions, making her heart beat faster and her eyes dizzy. The scenes of the previous defeats kept flashing before her eyes.

I have tried my best, so there will be no problem this time.

The Holy King's Halo swept his eyes across the surrounding horse girls, and finally his gaze fell on Te Te Zhou who was at the opposite end of the pole from her.

Damn, the tension is coming back.

Saint King Halo's eyes moved subconsciously, looking for something that could make him feel at ease. Suddenly, his eyes stopped and he saw Zhong Ming and Ulala at the edge of the field.

Those two people, eating ice cream?

I'm still in the game!

At least leave me one!

The Holy King's aura was extremely powerful, and his deep gaze even caught the attention of Zhong Ming and Ulala, who looked towards her.

Saint King Guanghui turned his head to look forward, closed his eyes and took a breath. Disturbed by this episode, his heart, which had been beating wildly just now, slowly returned to normal.

Be prepared...

She opened her determined eyes.

"boom--"

The gates opened.

Holy King Halo sprinted forward, looking around at the leading horse girls, and the one in first place was indeed Teko Zhou.

"When the opponent is ahead, it is also an opportunity for you."

Saint King Halo suddenly remembered what Zhong Ming wrote on the sticky note, and couldn't help but bowed his head and said, "I know, idiot."

The horse girl running beside her felt aggrieved. Why was she suddenly scolded?

Holy King Halo had made sufficient preparations for this match and had studied it for a very long time, and... he was even taken care of by that guy, even though he was clearly told not to help.

Holy King Halo took a deep breath and followed closely behind Special Zhou. In the 2,400-meter middle-distance Aoba Sho, no one except Ming Wang would think of finishing the race in one breath, and Ming Wang only ran GI, which meant that the racers here were all regular-level horse girls.

The race soon entered the middle stage. Saint King Halo seized the opportunity and started to sprint, running in line with Bian Te Zhou. She saw the surprise on Bian Te Zhou's face.

It's no wonder, she has made great progress in the past few days.

The Holy King's halo suppressed the fatigue in his legs. He bent his knees and looked towards the finish line which was only 300 meters ahead. With a "bang", he left a sprint hole on the ground.

Her emerald green hair fluttered in the air as she gritted her teeth and continued to charge forward.

The distance to the finish line kept shrinking, 300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters...

After briefly surpassing Special Week, she has caught up again and seems to be gradually leaving her behind.

Try harder...

Saint King Halo said to himself, his eyes fixed on the finish line.

The figure of Umamusume crossed the finish line, and the winner of the Aoba Sho was born.

Saint King Halo supported his knees with his hands, gasped and looked up at the big screen.

One move, especially Zhou.

……

Third, the Halo of the Holy King.

This is the fifth consecutive defeat... Saint King Halo lowered his head and sighed deeply.

But for some reason, she didn't feel much frustration.

Saint King Halo wiped the sweat from his forehead, put his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards Zhong Ming.

"Hey……"

Saint King Halo stood at the side of the field and looked at Zhong Ming and said, "Any more ice cream?"

Zhong Ming was thinking about how to comfort her. He was stunned for a moment when he heard her words, and subconsciously said, "I've finished eating."

Saint King Halo puffed up his cheeks unhappily, looked at Zhong Ming unhappily and said, "I usually prepare it, right? Never mind, I'll forgive you this time, but don't forget it next time you come to watch my game, idiot~"

Zhong Ming looked at her eyes which were stained with crystal sweat and flashed with an unyielding look.

"I understand." Zhong Ming said with a smile.

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Central Trason, Student Union Room.

“Why, isn’t my request normal?!” A petite horse racing girl slammed the table angrily, “I just want to compete.”

Rudolph rubbed his forehead with a headache: "If you want to compete with the horse girl, I will be happy to do so, but the object you choose,

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The winner's stage was preparing for the opening. Zhong Ming was standing next to the exit at the back of the auditorium and saw Maruzenski walking towards him with a smile.

"If only victory were that simple." Zhong Ming shrugged.

Maruzenski blinked, tilted his head and recalled his experience of symbolic competition with Rudolph over the years, spread his hands helplessly and said: "You are right."

"Speaking of which, where did you go just now?" Zhong Ming asked in confusion, "I haven't seen you since I entered the Tokyo Racecourse."

Maruzenski opened his fist and shook the car keys in his hand.

"To pay the fine for violating traffic regulations."