Zongman, working as a teaching assistant in Trasen

Chapter 230: What a terrible misfortune...

Once again, the two ponygirls slowed down, panting, and didn't even look up at Fujimasa as she marched past them. Only one of them kept running ahead of her.

......It seems that she still doesn't want to give up a little bit?

Is it pride or the desire to avoid an embarrassing defeat?

It doesn’t matter…I’m the one who will run to the finish line anyway.

What can you do when you are a whole circle behind?

"...Hey, let's drop out of school..."

"...You are the only ones who would retreat..."

After all, he didn't even come to class and had never run a major race.

"Yeah...it's our fault for not learning from our mistakes."

Feeling the footsteps behind her showing signs of moving to the side, the sprinter girl, the only one of the three who did not slow down, suddenly smiled and moved her body to the side.

Then, he burst out with huge sprinting ability again!

"!!?"

The oncoming wind resistance has decreased!? This is!!

"But even someone like me, who doesn't have any bad grades at all, really enjoys student life in this academy!"

The violent beating of her heart even drowned out the sound of the two people's footsteps. This sprinting horse girl, whose name Fujimasa didn't even remember, let go of the restrictions on herself and started sprinting at full speed one kilometer before the finish line!

"So, take it, Fujimasa! This is my last tail stream!!!"

"!!!"

It was as if an invisible sandbag hanging on his body had been removed. Fujimasa March felt that his body instantly became much lighter, and even his breathing became a little easier.

At the same time, a crack seemed to be opened in her blocked heart, and a steady stream of energy surged out, supporting the growth of her nervous system, and echoing the signal of sudden enlightenment over and over again.

Ah, so that’s it.

You want to win no matter what, just like me, right?

Even if your hands and feet are numb, your heart is about to fail, and your joints hurt so much that they feel like they will break at any moment, you still have to run forward.

Are you the same?

...That must be the case.

Sticking close to her, watching the unnatural twitches in her movements and feeling her heartbeat like a drum, Fujimasa Marching smiled. It was the first time he smiled sincerely in front of other outsiders.

At this moment, the onlookers who noticed what the horse girl was doing also became excited. Countless horse girls could not bear their own restlessness and stepped on the grass, wishing they could go to the track themselves and run with the horse girl.

As more and more horse girls joined in, and their footsteps became more consistent with the rhythm of the leading horse girls, this action gradually became more contagious, and evolved into another kind of shocking support that ordinary human audiences could not achieve:

There were no words, no actions, no cheers of excitement, and no uncontrollable tears.

Some are just silent roars that shake the earth and rage like thunder!

win!

Please win!

...Well, it's not something that I'm particularly moved about, but I do understand your feelings.

————My path is not alone!

Six seconds passed;

Seven seconds passed;

Eight seconds passed;

Nine seconds...

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of dirty liquid spurted out of the sprinting horse girl's mouth and splashed onto her level chest in the wind. However, she didn't care about it at all. She just turned her head and yelled at the first moment: "Fujimasa! Go!"

"!"

It was as if flames were burning in her eyes, igniting the passion in her body.

Like a segmented rocket, at the moment when the sprinting horse girl lost speed and changed lanes, Fujimasa March continued to rush forward at the speed of a normal race sprint, or even faster!

The target was Uozuka Saburo, who was less than ten meters ahead! !

Feeling the sharp edge approaching from behind, Uozuka Saburo raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Looking at the 500-meter straight road left in front of him, he began to accelerate again regardless of the vibration in his chest!

Since you have agreed to do it, you must do it to the best of your ability. Since you have engaged in a confrontation, you must give it your all!

Come give it a try, horsegirl! Witness the speed of humans!

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

It's near, it's near!

The running Fujimasa March was two levels faster than the accelerating Uozuka Saburo. In just a few breaths, he closed the gap to less than two horse lengths. It would take only another seven or eight seconds to completely surpass him.

But... the finish line is just around the corner, and I can cross the finish line in five seconds at most!

There was no extra space for Fujimasa to implement strategies at this time, and she had no time to think too much. She just relied on her will to push her legs to run faster.

It’s getting closer. It’s getting closer.

One horse length, half a horse length, side by side!

Ten meters! In less than half a second, she was going to overtake him!

Go beyond your own limits!!!

Beep——————

“““““““!!!””””””””

When the whistle sounded, all the horse girls who were marching stopped, their eyes widened for a moment, and they turned to look at the big screen that suddenly lit up.

That was a snapshot from the only high-speed camera on the scene, placed by Riko Motomoto to the side of the finish line. It faithfully and quietly recorded the final two people crossing the finish line:

In the picture that was 1.7 meters above the ground, at the same height as most people's eyes, Fujimasa's profile was clearly shown, which was half a meter taller than Uozuka Saburo!

"...The winner is decided! This match goes to Kasamatsu Tresen Academy!"

““““““…OO ...

Only now did the arena, which had been suppressed for nearly thirty minutes, regain its vitality. Countless horse girls, who had been panicked by the increasingly outrageous rumors, finally let go of the burden in their hearts and cheered as if to vent after confirming that it was their side's victory.

Especially the Fujimasa March, she was so exhausted that she didn't even have a chance to fall down, she was lifted up firmly by dozens of hands, and moved back and forth among the palms of various horse girls like a hero, which made her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, but she was so tired that she couldn't say a word.

It was not until she felt her body suddenly lighten and landed steadily in a pair of strong arms, and saw the familiar face of Oguruma, that she finally felt relieved.

"Fujimasa, are you okay?"

"No cough cough cough... Well, maybe there is still something..."

Feeling the twitching of muscles all over his body and the pain in his internal organs, he recalled the inexplicable experience of the previous half hour. Fujimasa, being held by Princess Oguruma, didn't care about being shy. He just felt that he was really unlucky to have been so excited to organize such a competition...

Chapter 231 A Look of Advancement

The contestants were selected by drawing lots, so why did I force myself to join just because I was worried that Uozuka Saburo would fail?

This has turned into a complete civil war!? Both what I promised to do and what that guy wanted to do, I'm afraid, have completely gone to waste...

"Well, this time we won thanks to you. Have a good rest for the next few days."

"...I won, isn't that a bad thing?"

Fujimasa glanced at the crowd around him and belatedly whispered, "According to that guy...Mr. Uozuka's plan, he should completely outrun our academy and then give us some kind of moral lecture, right? In that case..."

"No, huh? The original plan was for you to win."

"Eh?"

Feeling a pair of plump fruits pressing against his head, Fujimasa March instantly realized the identity of the visitor. Looking up, he was unsurprisingly met Mejiro's eyes. He heard her grinning, "The original script called for a few horsegirls to be randomly drawn, and for Uozuka-sensei to improvise a 'narrow defeat' scene. Who knew you could actually use your willpower to make him bring out his full strength, fully demonstrating his formidable strength before being defeated by you? This performance far exceeded all expectations. It was a real and effective performance, you know?"

“…Shit!”

So, is all of this still in your plan, Uozuka!?

What the hell am I doing this for...

"Fujimasa!!"

"Ugh...don't touch me, you guys."

Mejiro Guangming quietly retreated, and the three Noren Ace players followed one after another, surrounding Fujimasa March again like a sandwich, making her taste the pain again.

Fortunately, thanks to Oguruma's recent handling, the onlookers who were unaware of the truth kept a certain distance away and looked at this "famous alumnus" with vigilance and complicated thoughts, which allowed Fujimasa's March to find a place to stay and avoid dying of overwork just after becoming a hero.

————Considering that she had previously stood with the "Black Devil" and was so close to the "Devil's lackeys", even though Oguruma has an almost god-like reputation in Kasamatsu Tresen, these horse girls have decided to wait and see her attitude for the time being and are skeptical about her position.

However, these doubtful looks were soon eliminated with the help of the school's big sisters, led by Noren Ace, and the great joy after the victory. They reunited with Oguruma, Mejiro Komune, and Maki and celebrated happily.

Well, all the mistakes are the fault of that big black man. How could our school’s most proud alumnus, Oguruma, and two famous horse girls be wrong?

You must have been deceived!

In this regard, except for Zhenqi who secretly complained and was then surrounded by overly enthusiastic fans, the other two horse girls accepted the situation very calmly, without any embarrassment at all.

This actually made Fujimasa March, who had finally "escaped" from the crowd and was quietly walking out with the support of Noren Ace, curious.

"Noren... Tell me, what exactly did that guy plan..."

“…I don’t know either.”

Unlike Fujimasa's March, from the beginning to the end of this incident, Noren Ace's attention was always firmly on Kashimoto Riko. However, he was a little confused and said, "I can understand the scene in the cafeteria earlier. It should be to attract attention to Agent Kashimoto, but this competition... It seems that he just wants to test his limits?"

"...Maybe. I can sense that he does have some similar ideas." Fujimasa March said tiredly, "But he's not the kind of guy who would do anything for his own selfish desires. There must be some purpose, or at least some kind of plan behind it..."

"How is that possible? A person is just... well."

After a pause, recalling the tour yesterday morning, Ace Noren couldn't help but feel that "that guy might really do this". He didn't know what to say for a long time and could only sigh silently.

"By the way, I always feel like I've forgotten something."

"Hmm? Forgot something?"

"I forgot something...I think."

Fujimasa frowned, rubbed his still sore temple and said, "It's been there for the past few days, but it seems that I haven't seen it from beginning to end today. What should have appeared...?"

"...Now that you mention it, I seem to feel the same way."

As they walked and thought, they walked into the path leading to the school grounds. Suddenly, they saw a group of people talking together. Suddenly, they realized what they had forgotten:

Kitahara Jang was standing among the crowd at this time, chatting and laughing with them, and occasionally he would loudly flatter each other with a fawning look like an old PR department leader - at least it was fawning in the eyes of most horse girls.

Okay, I was just saying that something felt off, and it turns out it was you?!

He didn't participate in the debate, didn't watch the competition, and simply abandoned his "employer" and "former horsegirl" and disappeared. What kind of people is he trying to fool around with here?!

What are you doing?

"Oh? You two..."

"what?"

"..."

Hearing the sound, the two horse girls turned around at the same time and saw Uozuka Saburo wiping his arm with a napkin.

At this time, the burly man in black had taken off the sportswear he had just worn for the competition and put on his usual large-size white shirt and black suit. He was now walking out with both pieces of clothing draped over his shoulders, wandering around in only a vest.