Tresen Red Line Domination

Izumusuke Fujii was holding the camera and looking at the photos he had taken, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"None of the shots were shocking. As expected, the Ming Wang team was the most impressive. Although it is still in the rookie stage, this team can inspire my creative desire the most. Whether it is the high-spirited yet restrained trainer Zhong Ming, or the arrogant yet powerful Ming Wang, the East Sea Overlord Oguruma, the wild running Fujimasa March, the new glory of the four lucky goddesses... every one of them is a topic of discussion."

Do you want to sneak into Tressen and take some pictures to see if there is any news?

Fujii Izumisuke thought about it and felt a little annoyed. Last time, before he could get close to Treson, he was picked up by the legs and thrown to the toilet door by the security guard. Those rude bald guys were definitely not human. They had muscles like in cartoons. Only ghosts and monsters could beat them.

"Senior, you are not going to sneak into Tresen again, are you? I don't want to be thrown out again, and I'm hungry..." complained the junior who followed behind.

"You useless guy, young people should suffer a little!" Fujii Izumi said angrily, but he decided to adopt the advice of his juniors. He didn't want to be thrown into the toilet. Suffering is something that needs to be endured, but it cannot be endured like this.

"It's raining, let's take shelter from the rain, Senior."

Fujii Izumisuke was about to agree when he suddenly saw a figure passing by out of the corner of his eye.

"Ghost!?" The younger generation was so scared that he sat down on the ground.

There are two people, one is Fujiki Rock, and the other is a ghostly figure wearing a white raincoat in the rain.

"Whether it's true or not, it's big news!" Fujii Izumisuke quickly took out his camera and pointed it at the Fuji Rock and the ghost.

"Crack!"

……

Did you hear the sound of taking photos just now?

Zhong Ming thought to himself, he noticed that the rain was getting heavier, the training effect had been achieved, in order to avoid injury it would be better to end it early.

Zhong Ming took a look at the Fuji Stone and stepped on the ground.

"Boom!!"

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Chapter 171 It’s a sin...

The road outside Central Tresen College does not belong to Tresen's land, but fans who are passionate about Uma Musume choose not to get close to and disturb the Uma Musume in Tresen. Therefore, the area within two hundred meters around Central Tresen is full of lush cedar trees. It is usually a quiet and flat road, but if someone stands here now, he will definitely be shocked by the scene in front of him.

There were two people chasing each other in the rain. The gradually heavier rain hitting them could not stop them from moving forward. One was a handsome horse racing girl who was famous in the school of Treson, and the other was a ghost in a white raincoat, floating in the rain like a ghost.

If there were any spectators, they might have thought that the competition had now entered a fever pitch, but Zhong Ming had already planned to end this dangerous race in the rain.

He lifted his foot.

Towards the ground,

step on.

"Boom!!"

It was like the sound of a huge drum that instantly shook the eardrums. The raindrops floating in the air seemed to be startled by the huge sound and stopped in the air, and continued to fall after half a second.

At this moment, Fujikishi felt the momentum of reaching the pinnacle. Her eardrums were buzzing and she was shocked. How much force was needed to make such a huge sound? The moment her pupils contracted, the figure in the white raincoat next to her rushed forward in the blink of an eye. The rain seemed to have no time to react. A long scratch was made on the rain curtain, and it took God several seconds to fill it.

"Crash!"

Raindrops as big as soybeans hit the street. Fujikishi was stunned. How could she be surpassed so easily?

They are not opponents of the same level at all.

If it were a level in a game, then the Fuji Stone would be 'A', and the ghost in front of me would be 'S', right?

"No...I won't give up easily!"

Fuji Kishiki took a deep breath. She would not admit defeat even if she was a ghost. She was about to sprint forward when her feet slipped due to the rain on the street. After all, the venue here was not a racetrack, and racing at full speed was too dangerous.

Fujikishi fell forward, and as he looked at the ground getting closer and closer, the first thing he thought of was not that he might break a bone, but that the ghost in the white raincoat could maintain such a fast speed in such a place. It really was a ghost...

Fuji Stone was actually a little emotional for a moment.

I was a little anxious,

Running at full speed in a place like this.

Being injured is also a punishment for me.

As she was thinking this, a warm hand grabbed her wrist tightly the next second, and she was pulled forward when she was about to fall. The force was so great that Fujikishi staggered for a while, but she quickly used the force to control her body and stood firmly on the ground, supporting her knees with her hands and breathing hard.

"Ha ha……"

Now that she had calmed down, she realized how dangerous the situation had been. If she had fallen hard, she would have had several bruises on her body, and the most critical calves and ankles would probably have been injured as well. The fear made her take a few deep breaths before she calmed down.

Fujikishi looked up and found that the white ghost had disappeared. All that was left was heavy rain. She heard two hurried footsteps nearby. Fujii Izumisuke and his juniors hurried over with umbrellas to help Fujikishi block the rain.

Even though they are journalists, they are even more fans of Uma Musume events. If they only care about taking pictures and don't care about the life and death of Uma Musume, they will definitely use dung forks to kick each other up when they go home. Such evil cannot remain in the world for long, so I have no choice but to sacrifice my own life for the sake of justice!

But if you ask whether they took any good photos, of course they did, and they are all saved in the camera. Fujii and Izumisuke swore that they could be hit and killed by a passing car on the street, but the Fuji rock and the camera must survive.

"Mr. Fuji, are you okay?" Izumisuke Fujii asked hurriedly.

Fujikishi just looked down at his palm which still had a little warmth left on it and suddenly smiled.

"What? It's not a ghost, it's a living person."

……

"jingle--"

The elevator reached the third floor, and four people came out, soaked to the skin. Zhong Ming looked at the heavy rain outside the apartment, thinking to himself that it was a good thing that he chose a raincoat, otherwise if he had worn a coat or a hood or something like that, even his underwear would have been soaked by the rain.

However, even though they were wearing raincoats, they still felt uncomfortable from the rain. As soon as Zhong Ming opened the door of the apartment, the three horse girls rushed into the bathroom together.

"This is my room. Shouldn't you ask me if I want to take a shower first?" Zhong Ming said dissatisfiedly.

"Then do you want to take a shower?" Little Chestnut Hat poked his head out of the bathroom and looking at her exposed smooth, white collarbone, he knew without a second thought that she was already naked.

"Eh? Do you want to shower together?" Fujimasa Marching also made a surprised sound from the bathroom, and hurriedly stepped on the water pipe on the floor of the bathroom: "Then change the towel, this one is too short."

"Isn't it too much of a step to take a bath together right away? Especially with four people at the same time. This is unethical." A new and brilliant voice was also heard from the bathroom.

Zhong Ming ignored them and just said, "Remember to leave some hot water for me."

After shaking off the rain water from the wet raincoat at the door, she hung it on the clothes hook behind the door. If the sun didn't come out tomorrow, she would have to go downstairs to borrow the apartment's dryer. A roll of dryer would cost 500 yen, which was just at a price that made Zhong Ming feel a little distressed, but it was necessary. Otherwise, if the rain bred bacteria and got on their bodies, it would be a waste of time.

The balcony door was also closed to prevent the wind from blowing rain in.

"Damn it, please help us get the clothes. We were washing in a hurry just now and didn't have time to get the clothes." A brand new and brilliant voice came from the bathroom.

"Okay." Zhong Ming replied.

He walked to the closet next to him and opened it. Their clothes were neatly folded and then separated, so they were easy to identify. However, although Zhong Ming had lived with them for a while, this was the first time he took their clothes. Although he knew that they were all horse girls and regarded them as his right-hand men, he was also aware that they were young girls full of youth and he would usually be careful not to touch their personal belongings.

He naturally saw the casual clothes of the three horse girls every day. After picking up the clothes of the three people, he looked at the underwear placed next to them. He took it out without changing his expression and placed it at the door of the bathroom, shouting inside: "I put it at the door, you can just reach out and take it."

After Zhong Ming finished speaking, he opened the balcony door and walked onto the balcony. He needed to calm down both physically and mentally. After all, he was a young and strong man, so it would be better for him to cool his body down with rain water as soon as possible to prevent the blood from gushing out.

Have you started wearing lacy underwear?

Still pink,

There are also white ones.

"Calm down, they are the horse girls who trust you." Zhong Ming pinched his brows and talked to himself. He smelled the fragrance coming from his palm, his face stiffened for a moment, and he moved his hand away.

Rub it a few more times with soap later. I'm not a pervert.

Isn't it just their body odor? I smell it all the time.

Half an hour later, Xiaolimao and the other two came out of the bathroom, wiping their hair with towels.

"Zhong Ming, why are you standing on the balcony?" Xiao Limao asked curiously, as the rain would blow on that place.

"I'm looking down on the world." Zhong Ming made up an excuse casually, and hurriedly walked past them into the bathroom to wash his hands with soap. He lay in the bathtub and soaked in the hot water for a while, sighing that it was refreshing to run on a rainy day, but humans still prefer a warm environment.

But after a while, he smelled the same fragrance again. Zhong Ming looked at the hot water in the bathtub. According to Japanese customs, a family usually takes a bath in the same tub of water. Xiao Limao and the others must have taken a bath in this tub of water just now.

"The Japanese are so perverted..." Zhong Ming couldn't help but say, he sighed and just continued to soak in the water.

Anyway, we have a harmonious relationship between trainer and horse girl.

When Zhong Ming smelled the fragrance, he couldn't help but think of the sizes he had seen when he got clothes for the three people just now. They were all in good shape.

and,

Sure enough, the bathroom was filled with fragrance.

"…You'd better finish washing and go out early."

What a sin...

……

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I couldn't catch up with the other person. If he hadn't pulled me back, I would have fallen." Fuji Qishi scratched his head and laughed.

Tojo Hana's expression relaxed only after the school doctor checked and confirmed that Fujikishi was fine.

"Why are you so anxious? We are not the police." Tojo Hua said angrily.

"I got carried away without realizing it. However, the other party was not a ghost, but a human with body temperature." Fuji Kiseki said with a smile.

Chapter 172 We're in Trouble

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment, one could see the lead-gray sky outside. Rain was blown into the balcony by the wind, soaking the three pots of Bauhinia flowers on the balcony. When one tried to break into the room, he was blocked by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Zhong Ming quickly finished his shower and put aside the random thoughts in his head. When he came out, he saw three people playing poker in the room.

"The left side, no, it's still the right side..."

Fujimasa March hesitated for a moment, pulled out a playing card from the grinning Shin Shinkyokuei, turned the card over with a twist of his wrist, and it was a joker.

"Eh!?"

"I won." Shining Glory took the playing cards from Fujimasa March's hand, put them in a pair, and threw them on the kotatsu table, laughing.

Because it is raining outside and they cannot continue training, the three of them are now gathered on the kotatsu to play joker cards. Now New Glory has won three games in a row and can be called the little gambling god of the Mingwang team.

"Is Zhong Ming coming to play too?" Xiao Limao asked Zhong Ming. There was a turtle drawn on her forehead and the word 'meat' written on her cheek. If nothing unexpected happened, it would be the price of losing.

"No need, I'll continue to look at the information of my opponent."

Zhong Ming waved his hand, sat in the kotatsu and used his computer to look through the video of Uma Musume's next race. Compared with the small screen of a mobile phone, the computer could show more details.

Two hours later, the rain was still falling, and Zhong Ming had 20 to 30 more pages of notes. At this time, his cell phone rang - it was Aunt Takahashi.

Zhong Ming deliberately left the call alone for a minute, making sure that she wasn't calling out of boredom before answering the call.

"Sorry, I was taking a shower just now and just saw it now." Zhong Ming said.

"It's okay. I put it aside to work after I made the call. I'll pick it up when you answer."

Insidious and cunning bastard... Zhong Ming curled his lips and asked, "What's the matter?"

Every time she calls me, it seems like there's something bad going on. She's simply a jinx.

Just as Director Takahashi on the other end of the phone was about to speak, another call seemed to ring over there, and he said to Zhong Ming: "There is something a little strange... Wait, wait for me for a moment."

"I'm very busy. I'll hang up if you waste my time." Zhong Ming began to blame.

"In terms of relationship, the rent-free house you live in now is still paid by the board of directors of the Uma Musume Contest Association."

"Do you think I'm someone who is coerced by money? I'm giving you face because of our past friendship."

"..."

The other party stopped talking, but the conversation could be vaguely heard. After two or three minutes, Director Takahashi said to Zhong Ming, "I wanted to ask you something, but now it seems unnecessary. Take a look at the local news homepage in Tokyo."

What a mess.

Zhong Ming frowned and typed the news domain name of Tokyo on the browser with one hand. The news that popped up on the homepage were nothing more than "The Prime Minister is going to be replaced again", "Which horse racing girl won the championship", "Tokyo's customs and practices" and so on.

No, something seems very wrong.

'A ghost suddenly appeared in Central Tresen, and started a fierce competition with Fujiki and other three horse girls! '

On the usually deserted Tokyo News website, this piece of news was ten times more popular than other trivial news like "Tokyo customs and people". There were also several photos attached to it, one of which was a picture of the Fuji rock and a ghost in a white raincoat running in a very ghostly manner.

Don't Want a Basement: [Really? I'm from Central Tresen, too. Why haven't I encountered any ghosts?]

My fiancée who is far away in Hokkaido: [Even if it is a ghost, it must be a Umamusume ghost, and a very powerful one, at least GII, no, GI.]

Target escapes from Tresen: [I looked carefully. In these photos, Fujikishi's postures are all full of strength, and his ankles have reached the limit of strength, but the ghost in the white raincoat is still running in a way that wastes energy, which means that this ghost can easily deal with a horse girl of GI level.]

Cocooning oneself: [Well, I took a look and it seems to be true. Let's study it.]