Tresen Red Line Domination

right now,

We will win the Yesen Cup!

Three hundred meters to the finish line!

There will be a bend two hundred meters away from the finish line, where we will widen the gap with Fujimasa March!

The three experienced Central Racing Girls in front made the same judgment at the same time and seized the best position the moment they reached the bend.

That's enough, she's blocked now.

Victory will be born among the three of us!

The three horse girls couldn't help but feel happy. Faced with a horse girl who started the race in the same way as Ming Wang, especially one who was on the same team, they were glad that they could eliminate her first.

So...

Wait, that's the wrong number of people!

The three horse girls were startled. They saw three figures out of the corner of their eyes, but there should only be two figures besides themselves.

"Den!"

"Fujimasa March has caught up. She has successfully caught up with the team in the front. She caught up with the front team despite being five lengths behind at the start. Whether she wins or loses is already a miracle. She has a tired look on her face. Of course, she has spent more energy to catch up with the horse girl in front. It is not certain whether she can make it to the finish line!"

Akasaka Misato's words startled the horse girls in the competition.

Yes, Fujimasa March is not a real monster. She had expended almost twice as much energy as them to make up for the five-length gap. Normally, she would have fainted long ago. It was a miracle that she could continue running.

After turning the bend, Fujimasa's march began to slow down and fell two horse lengths behind them.

"As expected...are you exhausted?"

The three horse girls looked at each other with lingering fear. They were really scared just now and thought that Fujimasa March was really going to surpass them.

There are only two hundred meters left to the finish line, and the race can finally begin.

One hundred and eighty meters,

One hundred and sixty meters,

One hundred and forty meters...

"Gulu..."

Some people swallowed nervously. They were the horse racing ladies who were about to reach the finish line. They could still see a green figure biting behind them through their peripheral vision.

How much stamina does she have left... The three horse girls couldn't help but doubt whether they were actually horse girls. Why did Fujimasa March's stamina bar be twice as much as theirs?

"If it was him, he wouldn't lose just because of something like this..."

Fujimasa March murmured, looking up and stomping the ground hard.

If we were to say what was trained the most during Zhong Ming's training, it was not speed or strength, but the simplest physical strength. Under his monstrous training, even the new Glory had twice the physical strength of an ordinary GIII Uma Musume, and Fujimasa March would naturally not be worse.

"Den!"

Breaking through the obstacles of the wet grass, Fujimasa March sprinted towards the finish line with only a hundred meters left!

The pupils of the three horse girls in front suddenly shrank.

"In the sprint to the finish line, Fujimasa March started first, two lengths behind. Can she win before the other three!?"

Akasaka Misako shouted in surprise.

“It’s not that easy!”

Not far from the finish line, the four horse racing girls at the front of the track began to sprint.

"Damn it!!!"

As the three people in front looked unwillingly at each other, Fujimasa who was behind them was gradually catching up with them against the strong wind. They could even hear Fujimasa's heavy breathing.

physical strength,

It’s not enough!

They tried their best but in the end they ran out of energy and could only watch the blue figure cross the finish line. However, what they saw was not her expression of joy because of the victory, but her smile as she turned around and looked at the audience.

"The final battle! Fujimasa March won this incredible challenge by a tiny margin of a quarter of a horse's length. The last person to complete such a challenge was Ming Wang, a horse girl from the Ming Wang team. The miracle happened to the horse girl of the Yesen Cup, and her name is Fujimasa March!"

Not only was Akasaka Misako speaking out excitedly, but the audience at the scene also cheered. Although some other Uma Musume fans were sad, they could only applaud and celebrate the birth of new history while feeling sad.

"That's great!" Xin Xin Guang Hui shouted excitedly while holding Xiao Li Mao, and she quickly grabbed Zhong Ming's arm beside her.

"Drag that, did you already know this result?"

Zhong Ming waved his hands and said, "Don't move. I almost peed myself just now."

Zhong Ming looked at the slim horse racing girl standing at the finish line, panting and sweating, and suddenly remembered a theory mentioned in the sports circle.

At the last moment of the game, strength is no longer important, because the gods have placed their chips on the scales, and only those with a stronger obsession than the gods can win the game.

Nothing mean,

Regardless of effort,

It's not even about strength.

It all depends on whether the stakes you place at the moment before the finish line are heavier than those of God.

Zhong Ming does not believe in this kind of metaphysics. If there really is such metaphysics, then he might as well become a believer of the Three Goddesses. But when he saw Fujimasa March's happy expression, he couldn't help but think - what would Fujimasa March put forward?

Fujimasa lifted the gray hair beside her fair face, looked in the direction of Zhong Ming and smiled brightly: "Trainer, I run really well, don't I? Am I worthy of your pride?"

Zhong Ming shook his head, shook off the strange idea, gave a thumbs up to Fujimasa March, and smiled: "Of course!"

Chapter 122: Breaking Two Japanese Records

"I actually... won."

At the Tressen Restaurant, the horse racing girls stared in a daze as Fujimasa's march crossed the finish line. This overly bold behavior could be said to have more disadvantages than advantages. For horse racing girls in a competition where the difference between victory and defeat is only a matter of seconds, it could be said to be destroying their own future. What on earth made her so obsessed with doing this?

“I’m unwilling...but you’re so awesome!” The Emperor of the East China Sea waved his arms and shouted unwillingly.

"Yeah." Mebai McQueen also nodded while looking at the TV.

Black Al pursed his lips and watched in silence.

Excellent Quality held his head in panic, oh no, my status as a teacher's disciple is shaky, they are all so powerful, I need to train quickly and become stronger to be worthy of the status of a teacher's disciple.

The three legendary horse girls in the student council room were also deep in thought.

"She has such great perseverance. Fujimasa March... is a horse girl with great potential." Maruzenski said with a smile.

"Trainer Zhong Ming? The horse girls he trains seem to have strong perseverance. I wonder how he trains them..." Qi Cao leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms while thinking.

"It's him after all." Rudolph smiled symbolically.

"Why do you look like you know everything?" Maruzenski asked curiously, looking at Rudolph's somewhat smug expression.

"No... no, I just understood a little bit when I read the information, but I don't know it thoroughly." Rudolph waved her hands hurriedly. She had only read the information that Zhong Ming handed over to Treson. After all, she didn't even know the concentration and quality of JY, ​​and she hadn't even found a suitable candidate for the maternal lineage. It was far from knowing it thoroughly.

Which maternal line is more suitable? As expected, it must be a horse girl with good running results, but they all have different personalities, will they really agree...Rudolph symbolizes distress.

Should we make a list of suitable candidates?

"By the way, Rudolph..." Qi Cao suddenly said to Rudolph, "Didn't you give me a Ming Wang peripheral before? I used it as a prize for the exam and it seemed to be quite effective. You seem to have a whole box there, right? Can you give me a few more?"

"Eh!?" Rudolph's expression changed, and he forced a smile and said, "This kind of thing is not worth much. Why don't we buy a few boxes of high-quality carrots as prizes?"

"I've said that too, but they seem to only want the peripherals. You still have a lot, so you shouldn't mind, right?" asked Qi Cao.

After retiring, Rudolph Symbol's highest goal has always been to train excellent horse girls. Even if she were to spend half of her fortune to buy some training equipment for Treson, it probably wouldn't matter. It's just a box of peripherals, and with Rudolph Symbol's personality, it definitely wouldn't matter.

"Of course I don't mind!" Rudolph symbol said quickly, her eyes turned to the other side, and said: "Are three Mingwang keychains enough... two, no, it turns out to be one, should it be enough?"

"..."

Eh?

……

Fujimasa Marching, who had accomplished such a great feat, was being interviewed at the moment. Her usually cold expression flushed with excitement. She pursed her lips to suppress her joy. Her burgundy eyes could not help but glance at Zhong Ming who was waiting beside her every two seconds, as if she was expecting praise.

A group of reporters holding microphones were jockeying for position. If it weren't for the muscular on-site staff in black suits watching them, they would have wanted to stick the microphones into Fujimasa's eyelids.

"Player Fujimasa, what was the reason for you to give up the five horse lengths at the beginning of the game?" Fujii Izumisuke grabbed a good position with his young physique and physical strength like a tengu, and hurriedly asked Fujimasa.

"He's my trainer, and I want to prove that he's Treson, the best trainer in Japan," Fujimasa marched.

"You and Ming Wang, who is on the same team, are both members of the Ming Wang team. Do you have a lot of contact with each other? Japanese audiences are very concerned about this mysterious horse girl." Fujii Izumisuke asked again. He asked two questions in a row and he already felt that there was a bastard behind him kicking him in the knee because he asked too many questions. What a bunch of bastards, he will definitely kick him back when other people interview him later.

Fujimasa March told the camera: "I haven't met her in person. She interacts more with the trainers and has almost no communication with us."

"Is that so... It hurts. Last question. What did the Fujimasa March player feel after winning the Yesen Cup? Wasn't he worried that he would lose?" Fujii Izumisuke endured the hidden hands of the bastard behind him and quickly asked the last question.

"Don't worry, because... the trainer said it's okay!" Fujimasa March couldn't help but smile brightly, causing the reporter's camera to quickly point at her.

After the interview, the reporters on the scene all gave this evaluation - a team of trainers with a strong team atmosphere and no fear of failure.

"That's great. The last time I saw a team like this was the newly-started Rigil team led by trainer Tojo Hana." Fujii Izumisuke sighed, then turned around and went to look for the guy who had just done the dirty work.

If I don’t beat you up ten times with my wooden sword today, don’t even think about escaping!

The winner's stage of the Yesen Cup this year was fully attended, and only 0.4% of the live audience of the Umamusume competition refunded their tickets due to work reasons, setting the best record of the year; the number of online viewers reached 90, with a peak of 130 million, making it the winner's stage of the GIII-level competition with the most viewers in history.

Fujimasa March broke two Japanese records in this competition, in the competition and winner's stage, becoming the focus of the Umamusume event.

But at this moment, Zhong Ming heard a piece of shocking news.

"Say it again!?" Zhong Ming said in disbelief.

"Well... because Fujimasa March stopped before the game and showed a tendency to compete passively, we will penalize 30% of the prize money, a total of yen." Akasaka Misako said.

"We set a record!" Zhong Ming knocked on the table in dissatisfaction.

"I know, that's why Nakayama Racecourse is willing to hire Fujimasa March as the spokesperson for its activities at a price of 50 million yen per year. This is already the status of a GII-level horse girl." said Akasaka Misako.

Zhong Ming was helpless. He heard that the Zhongshan Racecourse had to deduct the 300,000 yen prize money only because of the rules. They didn't care about such a small prize money at all. Instead, they spent a lot of money to show goodwill to him.

This is also a competition between the four major racecourses. Who doesn’t want to break the historical record at home?

Brother, you take this endorsement. If you have such good things in the future, come to me again... This is roughly what Zhongshan Racecourse means.

"Forget it." Zhong Ming waved his hand: "We don't have time to earn endorsement fees. We even complain that the training time can't be divided into 30 hours."

"It's strange that you are so concerned about 300,000 yen but don't care about tens of millions." Akasaka Misako spread her hands.

"Nonsense, that's our bonus, we should have gotten it." Zhong Ming rolled his eyes.

"But this is also your fault." Akasaka Misato shrugged.

"The villain complains first!?"

“Don’t be impatient…” Akasaka Misato stretched out her hand. “Do you remember that your horse Ming Wang also ran the same way in that race? It was because she was worried that some less capable horse girls would imitate her after that race that she came up with this rule. The one who made the rule was Director Takahashi.”

Aunt Takahashi... Zhong Ming was so angry that his teeth were itching. The 300,000 yen in his pocket just flew away like that. That was a week's food allowance for the Mingwang team!

"Stop dragging that, we can go back now!" There was a knock on the door outside the room.

Zhong Ming could only accept this result, and stood up and waved to Akasaka Misato: "I'm leaving, see you in the next game."

Anyway, no matter which game it is, Miss Akasaka Misako, who is from Konoha Village, will be there.

"Goodbye... By the way, you seem to have a good relationship with the horse girls in the team. Didn't you expect that something would develop into it?" Akasaka Misako just said goodbye and then remembered something and teased.

“Of course, we are not just a trainer and a horse girl, we are also friends,” Zhong Ming said as a matter of course.

This guy doesn't understand at all... Akasaka Misato sighed, watching Zhong Ming open the door and leave the Nakayama Racecourse through the passage while chatting and laughing with the three horse racing girls.

The images of the three young and active horse girls were reflected in Akasaka Misato's eyes, which made her smile and she was looking forward to the future scenes.

Zhong Ming, you guy, I'll let you see what distress is when the time comes!

As soon as Zhong Ming and his three horse racing girls returned to Chiba-ya Main Building, they heard the voice of the system, and began to calculate the rewards for the three days of competition!

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Chapter 123 Victory Settlement

Zhong Ming's current financial situation cannot be said to be penniless, but it can be said to be extremely poor, so he can see clearly where he can make some money. Part of the prize money of the competition is given to the three horse racing girls, and this part cannot be touched. Zhong Ming cannot afford to lose face by competing for the prize money of his own horse racing girls, so he can only turn to another direction - the system.

Zhong Ming accepted all the money given by the system without hesitation. It was not that he wanted to use it for his own enjoyment, but that most of the money he earned would be put into the horse racing girls' shop to buy food and drinks for the horse racing girls in his team. In terms of treatment, it was basically the same as if they were his ancestors.