Horse Racing Girl: Please call me sir

Chapter 237 Before the Game

"Hello everyone, I am the host of this competition..."

The perspective moves from the auditorium to the lounge.

"Come on Mimi!"

The three girls of Urala’s excellent desert heroes are cheering for Miyu. This is Miyu’s first G2 and also the first contest between Miyu and Miura Bourbon.

Sir Liu stood behind them as always, watching quietly.

Miyu nodded in response to Ulala and the others' encouragement, but her heart was neither here nor the competition.

Bourbon classmate, Bourbon classmate…

She straightened her race jersey with her number on it and walked into the arena excitedly.

A bright light flashed, and a huge arena and auditorium appeared in front of Mi Yu.

State-of-the-art big screens are placed all over the stadium, the latest timing devices are set up on the field, and a wind band plays the opening horn beside the field.

The number of people he had never seen before and the attention of thousands of people he had never experienced made Mi Yu tremble a little.

Mi Yu stood stupidly at the entrance, her tail wagging rapidly, an instinctive excitement stimulating her nerves, and she felt her legs were very restless.

"Deng, Deng..."

A figure walked past her, Mi Yu's ears twitched, and she felt an inexplicable pressure.

! Bourbon classmate!

Miura Bourbon, wearing a sportswear that symbolized her number, walked firmly past Mi Yu and entered the arena. Today is her battle of proof, a battle to tell everyone that her limit is not just a mere 1600.

After she slowly walked into the arena, Mi Yu recovered from his daze and quickly followed her into the arena.

This is the first time she has competed in such a large arena in person, and it is also the first time she has been watched by such a large crowd at the same time.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous. The excitement brought to her by the G2 event and Miura Bourbon has completely overshadowed her nervousness.

Northern Act, who entered the arena earlier than all the racing girls, was warming up, her hair flowing with the movements.

Her slender figure and strong calf muscles prove that she is good at running.

Her eyes looked at every horse racing girl entering the venue without changing her expression. In her opinion, there was only one horse racing girl who could be regarded as her opponent in this game.

However, there are rumors that the opponent has a limit of 1600. In this game, I must be the most supported person and win the first place without any surprise.

The Spring Championship title is now firmly within the Northern Act's grasp.

Not there yet? Miura Bourbon.

Northern Behavior, who was confused in his heart, narrowed his eyes when he saw a certain figure at the entrance.

Miura Bourbon walked towards the gate with clean steps.

Northern Behavior looked at Miura Bourbon, who was not far away from him, anticipating what kind of look the other party would show when he looked at him.

Is it hostility? Or looking forward to it?

Beifang Xingxing stared at Miura Bourbon with burning eyes, but what made her embarrassed was that Miura Bourbon never looked at her.

cut…

She gritted her teeth, this feeling of being slighted made her very uncomfortable.

She stopped warming up and twisted her neck. She decided that she would make Miura Bourbon regret for despising her in the competition!

Miura Bourbon was busy warming up, but his mind was not on the court.

"Join my team! Miura Bourbon!"

A strange trainer said to Miura Bourbon who had just finished the competition.

"I will help you shine in the mile race! Help you become the strongest mile race girl!"

Miura Bourbon did not hesitate and shook his head in refusal.

"Sorry, I have no intention of joining any team."

"Eh…"

Seeing the strange man in front of him still wanting to save a few words, Miura Bourbon added:

"I'm going to continue training, please don't disturb me, thank you."

Said Miura Bourbon and left without looking back.

The rejected man stretched out his hand and looked very uncomfortable.

Another trainer tapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't take it to heart, that Miura Bourbon has a bad temper and looks like a robot."

"She rejected all the trainers' attempts to recruit her. I would say she is too arrogant. Her qualifications may be over 1600 and she won't be able to stay ahead."

After listening to the older trainer's comfort, the young trainer nodded obviously feeling much better.

"Put the center on other racehorse girls!"

"it is good!"

Gradually, Miura Bourbon, who was still favored by many stars, became cold and cold, and the number of trainers asking about her decreased day by day.

As for why she refused? Because no trainer impressed her.

A short distance of one mile, a short distance of one mile, a short distance of one mile, a short distance of one mile...

It was the same morning, and Miura Bourbon was running on the path by the river as always.

This is her indispensable daily morning exercise.

Miura Bourbon has extremely strict requirements on himself. Things like getting up at 6 o'clock for a morning run can only be regarded as normal.

Sweat soaked my hair, clothes, and legs were exhausted, but I was still 400 meters away from my goal.

Miura Bourbon exhaled and forced himself to speed up.

350, 300, 250...

50, 20…

Miura Bourbon slowed down until she stood there breathing heavily. She shook the sweat from her long brown hair and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Do you want to break through 2000 meters?"

Miura turned around and saw Ryoshi Miyano standing not far behind her and talking to her.

Miura Bourbon nodded.

"I'm practicing my endurance."

“What’s your ideal distance?”

"3200."

Miyano Ryoshi lowered his head as if thinking about something, but Miura Bourbon was the first to speak.

"Are you Trayson's trainer?"

Miyano Ryoshi nodded.

"What time did you go out for your morning jog?"

"6 o'clock."

"Are there any other training plans?"

Ryoshi Miyano was suddenly startled and then added:

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to reveal it."

Miura Bourbon shook his head, it was not a secret anyway.

"According to the plan, after replenishing energy, go to the gym for 30 minutes of bench press training, followed by 30 minutes of horizontal bar training..."

Miyano Ryoshi frowned slightly as he watched Miura Bonbon tell the morning and afternoon training schedule like he was announcing the names of the dishes.

"What about break time?"

"Thirty minutes after lunch break, watch the game video."

"There is something wrong with your training method. Too much pressure on the muscles will cause hidden injuries."

"It will be better for the muscles if you intersperse rest time and stretching exercises in the morning training. There is no problem with your physical fitness in the afternoon."

"After lunch break, I suggest you watch the video for 10 minutes and rest for 20 minutes to sleep. It will be better for you mentally and you will have more energy to use during training."

Miyano Ryoshi looked at Miura Bourbon.

"Listen, immersing yourself in training will only harm your body. You should quickly find a trainer with sufficient theoretical knowledge and practical experience to help you arrange your training plan."

Miura Bourbon nodded sincerely and thanked:

"Thank you for the suggestion. What is your name?"

"Miyano Ryoshi."

Miura Bourbon was not too surprised when he heard the name Miyano Ryoshi. Instead, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment and asked Miyano Ryoshi.

"Mr. Miyano, do you think I can become a Triple Crown winner?"

"Is this your goal?"

Miyano Ryoshi nodded thoughtfully and did not answer directly.

"Yes."

Miura Bourbon answered in the affirmative.

"It's entirely possible."

Miura Bourbon tilted his head.

"You should know me, don't you think I'm not very good at mid-range?"

Miyano Ryoshi smiled as if he heard a joke.

"You have only participated in a few official middle-distance competitions in total? The trials are all 1000 meters. What do you rely on to prove that your middle-distance performance is not good?"

"And even if you don't have the talent for the middle and long distance, you may not be able to chase the Triple Crown title. The biggest stepping stone on the road to success is hard work..."

"And I have seen you running in this river more than once. This also shows that you have the essence of hard work."

"With this nature alone, no one dares to say that you can't win three crowns."

After listening to Miyano Ryoshi's words, Miura Bourbon was stunned. After a long time, she raised her head and spoke to Miyano Ryoshi.

"Mr. Miyano, I want to join your team!"