Chief Trainer of Jockey Girls

Sighing, Da Huachun looked at Lin Mo with complicated eyes.

You say that this person is good at everything, but you want everything you want as a person.

You can't beat others to rob yourself, can you?but he.

Why the fuck does he only like horse race girls?

Fuck!

Chapter 170 Four My Dream Is Silent Suzuka.

In TeamLord's lounge, everyone in the team except Silent Suzuka and Lin Mo sat on the sofa, watching the TV with nervous expressions.

What they were watching was the Daily Crown's lottery scene. Although it hadn't officially started at this time, the tense atmosphere had already spread to the entire lounge.

You know, the opponent of Silent Suzuka this time is the Condor who has never been defeated since her debut and is known as the strongest horse racing girl of the new generation.

And that Caoshangfei who is the same as Shenying, who is a returned child and whose fracture has just recovered.

Although the other racehorse girls are also very strong, they almost lost their color in front of Silent Suzuka and these two people, but it made fans feel a little bit of pity when they mentioned it.

"Welcome everyone to the scene of the daily crown number draw. I am the commentator Yamada." The young male anchor bowed his head to the screen and said.

"I am the commentator Yamazaki, please take care of me." The young female live broadcaster bowed her head to the screen, letting audiences across the country appreciate her profound career line.

"I'm the commentator Sugimoto." The veteran anchor waved his hand slightly at the screen and smiled.

"Hey, this time we specially invited Mr. Sugimoto, a senior in the live broadcast world, to come to our program to explain the live broadcast that determines the number of the daily crown contestants. Ms. Yamazaki, do you know why? ?” The young male commentator handed over to Sugimoto’s commentator and said.

"What you said, Yamada, who doesn't know now? The century-old showdown between Silent Suzuka, Condor, and Kusakami Fei, Mr. Sugimoto must be excited too, right?" The female commentator laughed at the right time, then passed the topic to Sugimoto commented.

"Well, this is a big event." The commentator Sugimoto nodded and said.

"I can basically see the publicity and promotion of this game as long as I open my eyes now. It's really scary." The commentator Sugimoto said with a little exaggeration. His rich expression not only told the two young commentators in the studio It was funny, and even the horse racing ladies of TeamLord had smiles on their faces.

"Indeed, this kind of overwhelming publicity is rare. Mr. Sugimoto, do you remember when was the last time?" the young male commentator asked.

"Last time...it seemed to be the duel between Oguri Hat and Tamamo Cross...the publicity was overwhelming, and the number of people present was also very spectacular." Commentary Sugimoto exclaimed while recalling.

"Then who will Mr. Sugimoto support in this game?" The young female commentator suddenly asked.

"That's right... If it were me, I would support Silent Suzuka." Commentator Sugimoto replied without hesitation.

"My words are in support of flying on the grass." The young man explained with a smile.

"Then I have no choice but to support Condor." The young female commentator glanced left and right and smiled.

"I can't help it. Silent Suzuka's running style is too entertaining. Not only the audience likes it very much, but even I like it very much." The commentator Sugimoto nodded and said.

"Ah, it's time to draw numbers, let's switch the screen to the scene." The young male commentator said suddenly, and then the screen changed, just in time to see Cao Shangfei walking to the number box.

Cao Shangfei was wearing a Japanese-style long skirt at this time. She looked at the reporters and staff in the audience, took a deep breath, and then reached into the box.

"Contestant Cao Shangfei reached into the box, what exactly will she draw?" The voice of the young male commentary appeared as Cao Shangfei reached into the numbered box, which made the audience watching the live show nervous The heart is raised even more.

"It's No. 6! Grass Flying has drawn No. 6! I'm in Neihua... No, there seem to be only eight horse girls participating this time, so it's probably not Waihua's turn." The young man explained that he was very nervous at the beginning. Excited, but suddenly thinking of this matter is also dumbfounding.

"However, it can be seen from the live performance that Cao Shangfei is also very satisfied with the result of this draw. Let us look forward to the next contestant!"

"Sure enough, Caoshangfei is a child blessed by fate. He won a big prize just after his fracture healed." Sugimoto commented.

"In the final analysis, if the fate is favored, there will be no fractures at all, and the eight racehorse girls will be favored when they draw No. 6?" The young male commentator complained.

"It's possible that all of this is the accumulation of luck, ah, I didn't expect that the second player is Condor!" When the young female commentator was smoothing things over, she suddenly saw that the next contestant to draw a number was Shenying, and quickly reminded .

"Mr. Sugimoto, what number do you think Shenying might draw?" The young male commentator asked with a smile.

"Well, it will probably be between the 5th and the 8th—it's better to say that I hope so." The commentator Sugimoto said with a snort.

"I sincerely hope that Silent Suzuka will win." The young male commentator complained.

"Ah, contestant Condor stretched his hand into the box—it's No. 4! Contestant Condor has drawn No. 4!" The young female commentator pulled back the conversation, and her tone was a little excited.

"Then according to the arrangement of 6 and 4, Silent Suzuka should have drawn 2." Sugimoto commented.

"Mr. Sugimoto, how can there be such a coincidence in the world." The young man explained with a smile.

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"What, what, what to do! The numbers drawn by Xiaocao sauce and Shenying sauce directly make numbers 1 to 8 within their range of influence! If Ms. Suzuka draws number 8, wouldn't it be like last time? I gave up the lead like my rice bath!" Special Zhou said nervously watching the numbered balls drawn by Condor on TV.

"Cold... calm down Xiaote! Suzuka will definitely not lose to them!" Donghai Diwang panicked and stared at the TV while grabbing McQueen's arm.

"No... Diwang, you should also calm down, student Xiaote is over there." Mubai McQueen sighed.

"Hey, is it?" Donghai Emperor blinked and let go of Mebaro McQueen, then grabbed Te Zhou's arm and said, "Calm down, Te! Suzuka will definitely not lose to them!"

"Student Diwang is right! Ms. Suzuka will definitely not lose to Xiaocao and Shenying!" Special Zhou nodded.

"That's right! Senior Suzuka will definitely not lose to them! *2" Yamato Chiji and Vodka also said.

"That... you guys calm down..." Mi Yu looked at the four people who were cheering on the TV screen in the air, with sweat dripping down his forehead like soybeans.

"Student Suzuka's way of running is to escape, even if Condor or Kusakami deliberately restrained Suzuka, it would be impossible." Mi Yu explained.

"That's right, there's no need to worry about Suzuka's position." Emperor Donghai blinked his eyes.

"It seems to be like this." Special Zhou and the Emperor of the East China Sea looked at each other and said.

"That's okay. *2" Yamato Chiji and Vodka spread their hands and continued to watch TV.

"Really, it's so noisy." Mebaro McQueen sighed, and took a sip of the black tea on the coffee table.

At this time, it happened that Silent Suzuka took out the numbered balls from the box, and excitedly shouted "Number 2! Silent Suzuka got the number 2!" Birch?!" Meshiro McQueen sprayed out the black tea directly.

"Ahem, I'm sorry." Meshiro McQueen quickly took out a few napkins and wiped the table.

"It's No. 2!" Tetsu Zhou said excitedly.

"It's No. 2!" The Emperor of the East China Sea raised his hands high and jumped up.

"It's really No. 2..." Mebaro McQueen said in disbelief.

How could this be possible, as Lin Mozhang said, Silent Suzuka would draw the No. 2 ball.

"What's the matter? McQueen, are you feeling unwell?" Donghai Emperor noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Meshiro McQueen's face, and asked with a hint of worry.

"No, it's nothing, I just didn't expect Suzuka-san to be able to draw No. 2." Meshiro McQueen forced a smile.

In fact, this reluctance was not because Mejiro McQueen had any opinion on Silent Suzuka, but because Lin Mo and Mejiro McQueen made a bet at that time, if Silent Suzuka could draw 2 balls in the daily crown draw No. number ball, then Mebai McQueen must unconditionally agree to Lin Mo's request, otherwise, Lin Mo will agree to Mebai McQueen's request.

With a one-eighth probability, it is impossible for Mebaro McQueen not to gamble. Originally, Mebaro McQueen had planned for Lin Mo to reward him well after he won the Chrysanthemum Appreciation, but it turned out that Lin Mo really guessed it.

One-eighth!This is one eighth!Can this be guessed? !

Meshiro McQueen growled in his heart.

Of course, the one-eighth probability is really not high. If it weren't for Lin Mo's memory of Silent Suzuka's number in his previous life, it would be absolutely impossible for him to make this bet with Mebaro McQueen.

It can only be said that Mejiro McQueen participated in a gamble that was bound to lose from the very beginning.

"That's right! In this way, Suzuka doesn't need to change lanes and go diagonally, which can save a lot of energy!" The Eastern Sea Emperor said happily.

"Well, that's what I mean." Mebai McQueen echoed wanting to cry without tears.

How did he guess right? !I've clearly thought about what conditions I want to put on Lin Mozhang!

Damn!

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As the eight horse race girls drew out all their number balls, the program also came to the final interview session.

It is still a background wall with various sponsor advertisements printed on it, and it is still facing the reporters with long guns and short guns (microphones and cameras). Lin Mo and Silent Suzuka stood here as usual to answer questions.

"Ms. Silent Suzuka, are you satisfied with the lottery result?" A rather young reporter first asked.

"Well, I feel very satisfied." Silent Suzuka answered this meaningless question with a smile.

"Ms. Silent Suzuka, how sure are you of winning this competition?" A reporter with glasses and a beard asked.

As this question was raised, not only the reporters in the audience exclaimed, waiting to record Silent Suzuka's answer, even Lin Mo frowned after listening to the reporter's question, calling him an expert in his heart .

The reporter's question was actually asking Silent Suzuka if he thought he had a chance of winning, but because he used the word "somewhat sure", the answerer would follow his train of thought, and he couldn't use a simple answer. "Had a chance" prevaricated, and fell directly into his trap-this was so much higher than the young reporter who asked a rubbish question.

"If it's Silent Suzuka, I'd probably say I'm [-]% sure." Lin Mo thought to himself looking at the face of Silent Suzuka who was in deep thought.

Although Silent Suzuka is not very good at communicating with people, she is a very gentle girl in essence. If the odds of winning are too high, Condor and Kusakami will feel unhappy, and feel that Silent Suzuka did not put them in the right place. in the eyes.

But if the odds are too low, it will not only disappoint the fans, but also make Silent Suzuka feel wronged.

So, a compromise, [-]-[-] or ⑥[-]-[-] is the best choice.

"I'm about five points sure." Sure enough, Wu Sheng Suzuka smiled and answered Lin Mo's guess.

"Then how sure is Mr. Lin Mo?" After the rustle of writing ended, the reporters threw questions to Lin Mo again, hoping to get a different answer from Lin Mo.

"Ten." Lin Mo said lightly.

"Eh? Are you sure?" The reporter couldn't believe Lin Mo's answer, and even wondered if he had heard it wrong.

What, why don't you act, don't say seven or eight points, you can give others a little face if you say nine points.

And when the reporter got Lin Mo's accurate reply, everyone immediately exploded.

If Silent Suzuka said that the [-]-[-] split was to take care of Shenying Caoshangfei and the emotions of the fans at the same time, then Lin Mo absolutely could not go along with Silent Suzuka.

After all, fans of Silent Suzuka are fans of Silent Suzuka, not Lin Mo's fans.

Silent Suzuka can be humble, but Lin Mo can't. If Lin Mo says [-]-[-], then fans will definitely attack Lin Moqun.

"Is a guy who doesn't even believe in the racehorse girl he raised with his own hands worthy of being a trainer?!"

"This guy doesn't have his own opinion at all? He will only follow Silent Suzuka's words, so why should he come?!"

Words like this will definitely become the mainstream view of Lin Mo on Yanshang (Internet violence), and it will be very painful at that time.

After all, you can't expect every netizen to be sane, especially in a society like Japan where Internet inflammation is almost equivalent to everyday life.

"Then, Mr. Lin Mo, who do you think is the greatest threat to Silent Suzuka in this match?" Another old reporter asked a sharp question, which caused the audience to exclaim. A few gasps could be heard.

Lin Mo understood it. Now that the daily crown game is so topical, the reporters with a little brain want to get more information, so the questions they ask will basically be a little gunpowder. As long as he and Silent Bell If Lu accidentally said something wrong, it would be big news for them to go back and hype it up.

So since you all like big news, so what if I give you one?

"Of course it is Condor. Cao Shangfei has just recovered from her broken bone. According to my observation, she has not fully recovered." Lin Mo laughed.

"Wow!" As soon as Lin Mo's words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

"Mr. Lin Mo, please explain in detail!" The reporters said excitedly.

"There is nothing to tell." Lin Mo spread his hands.

"Could it be that you discovered it when you were talking to Kusakami just now?! Just like you said in the interview that you can see the silent Suzuka on TV!" In the confusion, a reporter slipped through the crowd shouted to the front.

The content of these words was so explosive that the reporters who wanted to get an answer suddenly fell silent and looked at Lin Mo eagerly.

Not only the reporters, but even Silent Suzuka looked at Lin Mo curiously, as if wondering if Lin Mo had such an ability-even though she wanted to believe it in her heart.

"Yes." Lin Mo smiled.

"last question."

After Lin Mo's question came out, the originally agitated crowd became quiet, and they all raised their hands, hoping that Lin Mo would call their names.

After all, you can catch your breath later, but if you miss the question, you may lose a big news.

"Okay, let's just the chestnut-haired lady, um, yes, it's you." Lin Mo smiled and pointed at a female reporter whose hair color was the same as that of Silent Suzuka and who stood at the back.

The female reporter seemed a little surprised, and even pointed her finger at herself. After getting Lin Mo's answer, she came forward excitedly, just like a child who was named with a certificate.

"Hello, Mr. Lin Mo, do you have anything to say to the fans who have been following this game?" The female reporter's question was not sharp, but it was a very beneficial question for Lin Mo.

As long as Lin Mo speaks a few words to canvass votes, he will definitely win a lot of votes for Silent Suzuka in the fan voting. I thought this female reporter was just trying to get a big news, but I didn't expect Lin Mo to click on her to ask a question. , Simply give Lin Mo a canvassing session along the way.

Therefore, Lin Mo thought for a long time, and under the watchful eyes of reporters and national audiences, he uttered that famous line that countless horse racing fans still love to talk about after many years.

"Is your dream a condor? Or flying on grass?"

"My dream is - Silent Suzuka."

Chapter 170 It's Great That I Can Join Mr. Lin Mo's Team

Unsurprisingly, Lin Mo's speech in the interview ignited the entire Internet in an instant.