On the 3,000-meter track.
Admiration for Orihime undoubtedly had the upper hand.
The mid-distance venue is just right for her trained feet.
Even though she was a chasing horse and was not on the front line of the crowd of horse girls, Omer could see that she was in good condition and that she was running with ease.
On the other hand, not far in front of her, there was Miss Naritaji with striking blond hair.
But it looks like the physical strength is unevenly distributed.
The seemingly stable pace exudes a bit of chaos, but it is so clear under the precise capture of mechanical instruments, so clear that even the commentators would mention it with a worried look.
The G2 level Kyoto Cup, because it is the event a few days before the final game of the classic Triple Crown, the Chrysanthemum Festival, is responsible for the warm-up, so it has an audience that is no less than that of the G1 event.
And almost too many eyes were focused on the two people in front and behind.
Narita Road and Aimo Orihime—these two horse racing girls have already competed in the first two races of the classic Triple Crown. It is a certainty that they will sign up for the Chrysanthemum Award. Participating in this G2 event is like being a big shot in a small town.
It will inevitably steal the attention of too many viewers, and any slight mistake will be magnified infinitely.
The Narita Road player is in such a state.
Having won the Jidong Derby, she undoubtedly has more expectations from everyone. There are even many fans who are directly looking forward to her defeating the adoring Orihime again and winning.
When fans see her like this, they will only make the stadium boo in advance.
The route of the event will faithfully reflect this scene, telling the audience watching the game video a cruel fact:
Even though Chairman Akikawa strives to create a healthy, harmonious and friendly college atmosphere, outside the school, especially after entering the competition field, he has to face the often ugly reality.
When they are outside the competition field, they can face it with their trainers and their families.
But in the arena, they usually have to bear the huge wave of people's hearts by themselves.
"But if it were Ai Zhi, he wouldn't be affected by this."
It's like a prophecy that comes true 100% of the time.
As an experienced person who has watched the game records several times, Meteor naturally understood that there was no problem with the child's performance in this game.
"It's true. Those who concentrate on the game can naturally stand firm in the storm." Looking at the screen that fulfilled his words, Omo was not surprised.
After all, when it comes down to it…
"Rather, in an event of this level, even the sharp ears of a racing girl can't accurately capture the words of the audience."
The footsteps trampling on the grass and running as fast as lightning brought about a sound of wind that was too strong, enough to cover their ears that were either protected by earmuffs or facing everything.
When you really have no time to pay attention to the sound on the stage and your eyes are just staring ahead, the pressure from the audience doesn't matter.
The truly unavoidable face of time is always the display before entering the gate and the preparation for the winner's stage.
In comparison, the environment of this game was far from harsh. It was calm before entering the gate, but the undercurrent started to rise after the middle game.
And at the end——
That is the hurricane's long tail, that is the violent end, breaking through the air barrier in the final sprint. While sprinting forward, there is a faint unburned fire flickering in the eyes.
Any audience who witnessed that scene would hold their breath. Even Miss Meteor, who was originally more concerned about Omo's reaction, now looked at the figure on the screen.
That's the rush of Narita Road.
In a protracted battle of three thousand meters, starting from the third corner is a long and steep slope.
It is a road that is difficult to overcome with just the word "hard work", and it is a road that requires the blessing of previous experience to overcome.
Facing such a road, the beating of the heart sounded like a scream, and the rough breathing was exhaled in the burning throat.
Any racing girl should ask herself: Why run with pain?
Why do you have to move your heavy steps forward and forward?
Those who have the answers in their hearts will take further steps.
And the horse racing girl who doesn't care about this problem at all and only runs for atonement will also start chasing her from now on.
I admire Orihime and come with my voice.
The winning pace at Narita Road was highly anticipated, but fans also gathered because of their admiration for Orihime's "independent horse racing girl without a trainer" and her awe-inspiring appearance on the field.
Naturally, they also hope that their admiration for Orihime can avenge their shame.
But their voices are destined to go unheard.
Not only was the sound during the final sprint usually causing the jockey girl to become temporarily deaf, but it was also because they were never in Orihime's eyes.
She didn't even have eyes for the players who were rushing ahead and about to be surpassed by her.
Just locking in the finish line from start to finish.
With the attitude of a first-class star, with the intention of dedicating victory to someone, if you cannot do this, your efforts will be in vain.
In this way, she moved forward at a faster speed.
Like a meteor streaking across the horizon, it actually burns in the atmosphere.
It's as if all the weight is being taken away until the body is completely out of shape.
This was just a G2 event, but the two still tried their best, and even went one step further. In the almost parallel crossing, the machine on the high platform gave a solemn and solemn slight difference.
Admiring Orihime came back.
Countless cheers came to her, and she even raised her hands to hold them in front of her chest, making a prayer-like gesture, as if in response to the cheers, which made the cheers go further and reach the sky.
At this moment, Meteor suddenly turned around and said, "Do you have any insights? Trainer Linton."
"It feels pretty bad."
Omo, who didn't seem to be immersed in the picture, looked at the ending picture paused by the meteor and answered simply.
"The self-impressed martyrs and the audience may even look a bit comical, and they also minimize the value of the losing players."
"Your choice of words is really..."
"Not pleasing, right?" He raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and Omer immediately closed his eyes.
There is no need to tell the other party to go back and replay, his memory itself is allowed to support that function. He can easily freeze the unsatisfactory state of Narita Road at the beginning, and can also lock in the violent posture of his beloved Orihime when she sprints in the end.
A true run at all costs will naturally not have a beautiful ending with 360° without blind spots.
The expressions of most of the horse girls when they cross the finish line...even if it cannot be said to be ferocious, it can be said to be somewhat graceful.
Putting it on a promotional poster has a certain probability that it will need to be re-cut or even re-photographed.
And what the brown-haired horse girl showed was an icy rage.
Just like Bourbon, she seems to be running for nothing but victory. The only difference is that her posture is more like she wants to get rid of all burdens.
For horse girls, what is considered a burden?
Is it the pendant on the clothing, the shoe on the running shoe, or is it a common worry in girlhood?
No, it's none of these.
The answer is the body.
Only the body is the only burden.
When these horse-eared girls step onto the playing field, their souls have reached the finish line, and the burden they can't get rid of is their bodies.
When the body follows the violent trajectory of the soul across the runway, it is considered to be itself.
There is no longer anything missing in my heart.
There is no doubt that he has achieved this ultimate in admiring Orihime.
She overcame that burden, and her spirit was so moving that it made Omo reject her from the bottom of his heart.
He was so repulsed that he couldn't bear to watch, so he sighed, causing Meteor to cast a doubtful look.
Before this, he thought he was calm enough.
But sure enough...
"After all, it is difficult for people to reconcile with the past..."
(End of chapter)
