The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 8

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Chihori blinked her eyes under the pumpkin head and said, "Do you want to follow me?"

"Anyway, it's the last bet, I'll try it with you." Toji put one hand in his trouser pocket and raised his eyelids.

The big screen had already begun scrolling through information on the next racehorses, signaling the start of a new round of betting.

Chihori pondered for a moment, then gently patted the Marigold nestled in her arms, "Hey, Wealth-Bringer Little Butler, which number do you think I should bet on next?"

Hearing that Chihori was really communicating with the potted plant in her hand, Toji raised his eyebrows and looked at it with a bit of curiosity and scrutiny.

From the back, the small white flower looked like an ordinary plant. However, when viewed from the front, it had an eerily human-like face. Was it some kind of special cursed tool?

Toji eyed the flower with interest as it stared straight at the big screen, giving a little shake.

Plants could convey their will and words, but only through physical contact. So, Chihori placed her hand gently on the Marigold.

Chihori: "Pick No. 6."

Toji glanced at the big screen and said casually, "No. 6 looks smaller than the others, and its physical fitness doesn't seem to be very good."

"You can't judge a person by their appearance, and the same is true for horses. If you only judge by appearance, you will suffer."

Toji smiled, flipped the money bag in his hand, and glanced at Chihori wearing a pumpkin mask, "Okay, then place this bet."

The two put all their money on horse No. 6. When the game started, people around them began to clench their fists and stamp their feet nervously, cheering for the number they chose— the atmosphere in the field reached a very warm level for a while.

Amid the bustle of the crowd, the casual pumpkin-headed Chihori and Toji seemed out of place.

Toji knew that his gambling luck had always been bad, so he didn't pay much attention to the results, but this time he showed some interest and looked at the field.

"Oh, No. 6 has fallen behind." Toji leaned on the railing and dragged out the tail sound.

"It doesn't matter, it will catch up later. Although it is not as fast as other horses on the straight, it will be good at something."

Chihori was not in a hurry. Anyway, she didn't know these things, and had already handed them over to the little assistant Marigold. At this time, she was watching the small movie played by the system in her mind, talking leisurely.

This race was a circular track with obstacles.

As Chihori said, the No. 6 horse, which was originally behind, unexpectedly showed its heroic spirit in the obstacle area and the curve, and gradually surpassed the horses in front after a few rounds.

"It's caught up." Toji was a little surprised.

A person next to him couldn't help but say a few words, shaking his head and said, "It's only halfway. Although No. 6 is the offspring of an excellent breed horse, it's a pity that it didn't inherit the advantages of its parents. Even if it's ahead for a while, the endurance behind it won't be able to hold up."

"..." Toji casually fiddled with the tassel of the purse in his hand, and didn't answer.

The man continued to analyze proudly, and seemed to be very keen on expressing his superb horse betting skills.

Chihori was still watching the short movie played by the system, and was really distracted by the constant sound in her ears, so she casually said part of the original Marigold evaluation, "Inherited talent is something mysterious, and it's hard to say whether it exists or not, good or bad."

"But sometimes the will to desperately want to achieve a goal is real—No. 6 looks very motivated, at least winning this game is not a problem."

The person who interrupted shrugged, looking unconvinced, but didn't say anything else.

Chihori paused, "And I bet on it. Betting on Sunflower's smiling face, it will definitely win!"

Sunflower who was not present: ??? (Don't cue)

Toji's eyes fell on the field, watching the sprint and jump of horse No. 6.

As the person who interrupted said, horse No. 6 seemed to be a little exhausted, and after the sprint, it slowly fell behind. At this time, the one rushing in the front was horse No. 2.

The person who bet on horse No. 2 smiled.

Toji sighed lightly, glanced at the time displayed on the big screen at the top, and stood up from the railing with his hands, looking a little bored.

The race in the field was still tense, and horse No. 6 was left behind by horse No. 2. However, in the last two laps, horse No. 6 gradually accelerated—

It jumped over obstacles and turned corners at a faster speed, and actually surpassed the horse in front, and opened up a certain distance from the horse behind!

This sudden change made the voices on the scene noisy!

The man who interrupted just now was stunned. The horse he bet on, No. 2, was left behind No. 6.

The man gritted his teeth and slammed the railing, "What's going on!? How could it be possible—" He shouted to the staff on the side, "Did No. 6 take a shortcut illegally?!"

"If you lose money, lose it generously." Toji said leisurely beside him.

The surprised shouts, anxious curses, and increasingly anxious joy reached their peak in the last lap.

Under the attention of the crowd, several horses ushered in the final competition. No. 2 and No. 6 took turns to rush in front, and in the end— Horse No. 6 rushed into the finish line first with a few steps behind!

—They won the bet!!

The big screen displayed the final rankings, and the numbers representing their winnings kept climbing.

Because of Horse No. 6's physical flaw, few people had bet on it, leading to high odds. The money Toji had placed multiplied significantly, while Chihori, having gone all in, reaped an even greater fortune!

Chihori: "Great."

At this time, the short movie played in the system's mind just happened to end. Chihori was in a good mood and took her money, ready to stop here for today and go home to take medicine.

Her intermittent coughing started again, and she had to take out the medicine and drink a few sips. She planned to go home and wait a little longer.

Chihori left the racecourse. At the same time, another group of people followed.

Toji glanced casually, hung the purse around his waist, and also stepped out.

The sun was setting, and the sun was reflected.

The girl was walking on the road, and vaguely a group of people were slowly gathering with bad intentions, like hyenas smelling food, trying to trap the weak and plump prey.

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