Horse Racing Girl: Please call me sir

"Your Highness, come with me! Return to the capital! I have defeated the evil dragon!"

A horse racing lady dressed in a knight's costume kneels on one knee in front of Mi Yu dressed in a princess costume.

The silver armor covered the gray-stained white dress underneath, looking gentle and elegant.

She stretched out her left hand in front of Mi Yu, her eyes full of clarity.

"Okay...ok!"

Mi Yu, who is dressed in a princess costume, has a white ribbon on her head and a blue rose pinned to it. She is wearing a blue princess dress, white stockings and blue shoes.

She nodded cautiously and carefully put her left hand on it.

"Let's go!"

The horse racing girl in a knight uniform stood up, took Mi Yu's hand, and led her off the stage with a smile on her face.

"Crack...click!"

shouted the desert hero who was a director.

She has been wearing her eyes for a long time, wearing Treson's school uniform, and holding a neatly arranged black and white slate with beveled edges in her hand.

Hearing the sound, the horse racing girl in knight attire let go of Mi Yu's hand, took a breath and looked at Mi Yu.

"Are Mi Yu nervous?"

Mi Yu, who had just relaxed his tense body, replied:

"a little nervous…"

The horse racing girl in knight costume patted Mi Yu on the shoulder.

"Actually, it's just like a competition! Acting in a play is like running. You'll be fine once you finish!"

Listening to the other party's comforting words, Mi Yu nodded and tried hard to treat the performance as running.

"That's right! Just finish the performance!"

Ulala, who was wearing an elf costume, also said from the side.

"Well... Mi Yu will work hard!"

Miura Bourbon, wearing a dragon costume, walked out. Her ponytail was replaced by a dragon's tail, with dragon horns on her head, and a pair of brown wings on her back.

"Mi Yutong's stress index has exceeded the normal range. My suggestion is to take a break to calm down."

Miyu was startled when he suddenly heard Miura Bourbon's voice. Miyu stiffly turned his head to look at Miura Bourbon standing next to him.

"Okay, okay...Okay! Bourbon-san!"

Miura Bourbon spoke doubtfully.

"It has been detected that Mi Yu's stress index has increased again. What happened?"

After hearing this, Mi Yu's face turned red and he waved his hands in panic.

"Mimimi... Miyu, go down and drink some water first!"

After saying this, Mi Yu lifted up her skirt with both hands and ran off the stage as if running away.

Miura Bourbon tilted his head in confusion, doubts filling his heart.

"Mimi still gets nervous when seeing Bourbon!"

Ulala put her hands on her hips and sighed like an adult.

After hearing Urala's words, Miura Bourbon turned back to look at her.

"Ulala-san, I would like to ask, will I make Miyu-san feel nervous?"

Urala turned her head and looked at the confused Miura Bourbon.

"Call me Xiaowu! Mimi was really nervous when she saw Bourbon!"

Miura Bourbon looked at Miyu's expressionless face but her drooping ears expressed her mood.

A week has passed since the last match between Miyu and Ulala.

Now the Teresin Winter Drama Festival is about to be held, which is also one of Teresin's common activities, so horse racing girls of all grades are busy preparing for this event.

There was white snow falling outside the window. Liu Sir, Zhang Xu, Ling Chuanjie and the others were leaning on the cushions and looking at the snow outside the window.

Kiryuin Aoi was dealing with Dahuang Aohan and Bruce. Dahuang was leaning against her, while Aohan kept looking in the direction of Sir Liu and didn't want to talk to her.

The most difficult one is Bruce. He dances crazily back and forth in front of Kiryuin Aoi to attract Kiryuin Aoi's attention.

It is precisely because of this product that Kiryuin Aoi, who is not very good at taking care of pets, gradually became proficient in it.

"Aoi~ help me get the coke~"

Zhang Xu said to Kiryuin Aoi behind him while looking at the mobile phone he held above his head.

"Zhang Xu, take it yourself! Bruce!"

Kiryuin Aoi looked at Bruce who suddenly lay motionless and stood up in a panic.

She quickly squatted in front of Bruce and shook it.

"Bruce Bruce! Sir Zhang Xu and Liu introduced you to come and take a look!"

Just when Kiryuin Aoi turned to look at Zhang Xu and the others, Bruce suddenly stood up and licked her face.

"what!"

Kiryuin Aoi was startled by Bruce. She grabbed it with both hands and licked her face. Bruce pushed it away with all her strength.

"Bruce, stop licking...hahaha...itchy!"

Zhang Xu put down his cell phone and stood up, walked up to Kiryuin Aoi and Bruce and scratched Bruce's belly skillfully.

Sure enough, Bruce, who had been leaning against Kiryuin Aoi just now, instantly softened to the ground. Zhang Xu picked him up and walked to the balcony, put Bruce on the balcony and closed the door.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Zhang Xu smiled and gave Bruce the middle finger, then turned to look at Kiryuin Aoi, who was wiping the saliva on her face with paper.

"Is Aoi okay?"

Ling Chuanjie asked the question that Zhang Xu wanted to ask.

"I'm fine..."

Kiryuin Aoi took out another piece of paper and wiped away the drool left by Bruce on her face.

"Bruce's weak point is his belly. If you scratch his belly, he will wilt."

Kiryuin Aoi pouted her lips, her cheeks bulging like a hamster.

"You didn't tell me earlier..."

"Hey! You didn't ask!"

"I didn't ask you and you didn't know to tell me!"

“You didn’t ask me why I said it???”

Ignoring the daily banter between the two, Ling Chuanjie looked back at Sir Liu who was lying on the cushion reading a book, put his face close to him and read out the words above.

"Asian Copper, Asian Copper

Grandfather died here, father died here, and I will die here too

You are the only place to bury people."

Ling Chuanjie blinked.

"Modern poetry?"

Sir Liu nodded.

"Haizi's "Asian Copper"."

Ryokawasuke put his head to the back of the book and read the title.

"1984, 1989...shine...burn...Haizi's poem?"

Sir Liu looked at him and said with a smile:

"I have three kinds of happiness: poetry, the throne, and the sun."

Zhang Xu's voice came.

"Haizi's "Night", but unfortunately I still like Gu Cheng more than Haizi as a modern poet."

Sir Liu blinked.

"The night gave me a pair of black eyes..."

"I use it to find the light."

Zhang Xu took it without hesitation.

"What modern poet does little Jiezi like best?"

Ling Chuanjie thought for a while.

"Ai Qing..."

"I remember Ai Qing's poems are now required reading in junior high schools, right?"

Sir Liu looked at Ling Chuanjie.

Ling Chuanjie nodded.

"A passionate and melancholy boy..."

"Left his little village." (Zhang)

"I don't like that village—" (Introduction)

"It is as ordinary as a banyan tree and as stupid as a buffalo. I spent my childhood there." (Liu)

"Sir Liu is amazing. He remembers so much."

Zhang Xu sighed.

"Well, I quite like "Young Boys"."

Kiryuin Aoi looked at the three of them and then at the big yellow in her arms and fell silent.

She couldn't understand what the three people were saying at all because they were speaking in Chinese.