Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 299 She got more and more excited
When Shin'yō mentioned Almond, not only the racehorses on the field, but also the spectators in the stands noticed Almond and began to inquire and comment about it.

In one corner of the stands, a group of younger female racehorses were gathered together, their eyes sparkling as they discussed something.

One of the petite racehorse girls asked curiously, "Almond eyes? Which one is it? Senior praised it so highly just now, I didn't even realize it."

Her companion, with her hair in a high ponytail, craned her neck to look and explained, "It's the one running in the middle, probably... seventh or eighth."

"Oh, she's in eighth place now, that's her."

"I saw her physical fitness test results this morning and they were really good. I didn't expect her to perform so well in the competition as well."

The petite racehorse girl suddenly realized, her eyes filled with admiration: "Wow, that's amazing! I want to be like her someday."

Not far away, several older female racehorses were also discussing it.

A senior student wearing a hat pushed up the brim of her hat, her eyes scrutinizing: "This almond-shaped eye is indeed quite skilled. Although she was a bit slow to get out of the gate, she adjusted very quickly. Being able to find her rhythm so quickly in this kind of competition shows great potential."

The senior student next to her, dressed in a smart tracksuit, nodded slightly and added, "Moreover, according to Senior Shenying, she also knows how to observe the situation and choose her position. This kind of keenness on the field is not something that ordinary newcomers can have."

In the front row of the audience, several people who looked like trainers were also talking.

A slightly overweight trainer stroked his chin and said to his colleague, "This almond-shaped guy really has potential. Judging from his current performance, his pacing and positioning are good. The key is that he is also very clear-headed and knows how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses on the field."

Another muscular trainer stared intently at Almond-shaped eyes, his eyes full of admiration: "That's right, her sense of rhythm is also good. If she receives systematic training, her future will be limitless."

Similar comments and praises were also heard around Kita Genko and Yasui Makoto. Kita Genko was very happy for Almond, but Yasui Makoto quickly frowned, somewhat helpless.

He knew very well that as a female racehorse, Shin'taka was outstanding; in fact, there were very few racehorses in the entire history of racing who could surpass her.

But as a commentator, she... like Grasshopper, was indeed just making a cameo appearance and wasn't really that professional.

Because the Shining Series has an idol-like nature, the commentators during the matches need to engage the entire audience and will not deliberately avoid the participating players.

However, they will never deliberately mention how good or bad a particular player is, and the same goes for the commentary. Therefore, the live broadcast and commentary are generally neutral and unbiased.

No matter how focused you are, some comments will inevitably reach the contestants' ears, and if they become biased, it will inevitably affect their performance.

For example, the praise just now was certainly well-intentioned, but it will definitely draw the attention of other test takers to Xingmu, putting pressure on Xingmu intentionally or unintentionally and targeting her.

He had already discovered this within the competition teams.

The contestants who were originally near Xingmu had a strange look in their eyes. They began to gradually approach Xingmu, their steps seemingly carrying a kind of probing and pressure.

However, after feeling helpless, he secretly harbored some hope.

This kind of attention, pressure, and targeting is definitely not a good thing for other female racehorses, as it will affect the implementation of established tactics and limit their performance on the field.

However, Almond is a very competitive racehorse girl.

What these female racehorses fear is not the absence of anyone targeting them, as such races would lack enjoyment and instead lower their fighting spirit.

On the contrary, the more people target her, the more...

The more enthusiastic they become.

Yasui's expectations were not unfounded, but stemmed from his observation and understanding of Almond. He knew that Almond had shown remarkable talent in terms of speed and final sprint ability, even subtly surpassing his predecessor, Kita Genko.

When Almond Eyes sprints at full speed while running alongside, each step is filled with powerful explosive force, which can even greatly shorten the distance between him and the Northern Black Horse in a short period of time.

However, in terms of endurance, Almond is indeed slightly inferior to the experienced Northern Black Horse.

The longer the distance she runs or does in other training exercises, the more obvious her physical exertion will be, her breathing will gradually become more rapid, and the stability of her stride will be affected to some extent.

Often, even before the training sessions reached half of what Northern Black Horse usually did, Almond already looked somewhat tired.

But almond-shaped eyes can completely make up for this.

No matter how tired she was, as long as her side didn't say the training was over, she would grit her teeth and persevere, and would never give up.

This perseverance comes from the spirit of never giving up until the goal is achieved.

Therefore, Yasui Makoto firmly believes that the current situation against Akimoto on the field, which seems to be a lot of pressure, will actually become a powerful fuel for her to move forward bravely.

The pressure exerted by her opponents, whether intentional or unintentional, was, in Xingmu's eyes, nothing more than a source of motivation to break through her limitations and create miracles.

He seemed to foresee that, stimulated by this external force, almond-shaped eyes would shine even brighter, writing their own glorious chapter on the field.

On the track, Almond Eyes, like a keen cheetah, gradually became alert to all changes around it as it sped along.

She keenly and quickly noticed the unusual behavior of her surrounding opponents.

In her perception, the competitors who were originally scattered throughout the track were now like a pack of wolves that had caught the scent of their prey, gradually closing in on her, their steps carrying a clear sense of probing and pressure.

Noticing this, she turned her head slightly, her gaze instantly becoming sharp as torches, like two beams of light that could pierce through the air, scrutinizing each of the approaching figures, quickly scanning their expressions and eyes.

Some eyes gleamed with jealousy, while others held a hint of resentment and stubbornness. These complex emotions, like clear signals, made her even more certain that she had become the target of everyone's criticism.

In that split second, an irrepressible excitement surged up from the depths of Xingmu's heart like a raging tide.

This excitement, as if it had a life of its own, quickly spread throughout her body.

Wherever it goes, every cell is activated and every nerve is ignited.

Her breathing became rapid and forceful, each inhalation seeming to draw all the surrounding air into her lungs, while her exhalations were accompanied by faint, low growls.

At the same time, her heart was pounding violently in her chest, the powerful rhythm seemingly about to break free of the constraints of her chest, emitting rapid and forceful "thump-thump" sounds, like the booming of war drums, setting the stage for her impending counterattack.

"Just in time!"

With a low growl in her heart and a smile that had somehow crept onto her lips, she suddenly quickened her pace.

Like a rocket that has been ignited, Almond Eyes sprinted forward with all its might.

The originally smooth and steady rhythm instantly switched to a fast-paced and intense mode.

The horseshoes crashed violently against the grass, scattering fine grass clippings, as if leaving a vivid mark of her courageous advance on the earth.

(End of this chapter)