Horse Racing Girl: Please call me sir

Introduction: Flying dust, oncoming strong wind, fierce competition with the opponents around you as your target. Whenever the cold wind blows on your cheeks, your love for running becomes more unbearable. This is the horse racing girl. Liu Sir looks at it The running girls took out lighters and lit up the bonus groups in their hands. "...Huh...cough..." "I don't know what you think when you have asthma and smoke..." "There's no way...