Yu Le transmigrated to Season 9 and became RNG's substitute top laner, and awakened the 'Valley Rebel System'.

By selecting a hero that is not popular in the current version, you can get a bonus of 100 to all attributes, and as the opponent's frustration level increases, the entire team's status will also be improved.

From then on, there was a freakish player on the field who specialized in playing unpopular heroes and was incredibly annoying to play against.

Old Man of Time: "Want to eat soldiers? Eating soldiers will get you blown up. Just kidding. Actually, you'll get blown up even if you don't eat soldiers."

Suicide Sion: "I'm not going to survive this wave. It's okay if there are zombies, one hit, two hits, three hits!"

Skateboard Shoes: "Don't eat it! Don't eat it!"

Clown: "You're the target of my prank!"

(The King of Ten Thousand Females + Big Wheel + Cool Story + Sticky Post. The writing is a little off, so don't read if you don't like it.) After waking up, I found myself transformed into a pink and white gradient pony girl named Jingtao Polang, entering the world of horse racing girls. I thought I was blessed with the opportunity to show off my skills and become famous in the racing arena. But reality is always cruel, and I was rejected by Central Tresen Academy. The reason was that I lacked the qualifications. Fortunately, fate showed me that my amazing cooking skills were hired as the academy's chef. Through my own hard work and the help of my grandfather who took me in, I successfully debuted. With the help of the unknown wheel, I successfully caught the attention of Rudolph during the subsequent Jingtao Polang competition. But as the saying goes: You ignored me before, but now I'm out of your reach. Braised tofu! You can search for me everywhere, hahaha, but you'll never know I'm the chef at Tresen Cafeteria. However, as the saying goes, if you walk by the river often, you'll get your feet wet. Our lovely protagonist was finally discovered. Seeing the group of horse girls with strange looks blocking her at the back door of the cafeteria, Jing Tao Po Lang panicked.

Many people believe that F1 is a motorsport for white Europeans.

[I don't agree with it, but objectively speaking, this statement is correct.]

The warriors who battled death with engines and tires took decades to compose a glorious epic of technology and blood. As newcomers, we seem more like greedy latecomers trying to share their glory and profits.

Arrogance permeates the champagne-scented wind of the racetrack. On this roaring battlefield of asphalt, the breath of 1.4 billion people is as light as a speck of dust.

[But who among those who dare to bet their lives on the racetrack, regardless of their status, does not have the determination to reach the top of the mountain? ]

【As for me?】

Some say I'm an icebreaker, a shining calling card for our nation to the outside world.

But I know I'm just a gambler fueled by adrenaline, using madness as a bet.

Why should the rise of a great power depend on the success or failure of four tires? When fuel seeps into your bones and even your dreams are stained with the scorch marks of burnt rubber, patriotism becomes the most pale excuse.

I simply poured all my passion into this, and at the same time, tried to pave a way out for those who came after me. Perhaps this is just the obligation bestowed upon me by fate when it bestows talent.

......

"Say—who wrote this? This is so corny! Even if it's just an inner monologue, it's embarrassing!"

[Look at you, you're still reluctant to turn the page? What serious person would read the introduction...]

"Elegance" was once the most fashionable compliment in the football world, like blue and white porcelain after a clear rain... exuding an air of "classical" and "artistic" beauty. It was Zidane's composure during the Marseille turn, Riquelme's elegant "Cruyff turn," Berbatov's seemingly lazy shot... those moments that made fans willingly hold their breath... the ball at their feet seemed to come alive, each touch like a brushstroke on a canvas, carrying a graceful, unhurried beauty. Until Makelele's meteoric rise, elegance gradually became synonymous with "sluggishness," silently swept into the corners of history. James Rodriguez's meteoric rise followed by a decline in his career in 2014 further proved that elegance was dead! From then on, elegance became a cursed possession for coaches. In 2015... a Chinese teenager, deemed "unworthy" by experts, walked into Fiorentina with unwavering determination...

The black-haired ponygirl raced across the track. With ease, she glanced over her shoulder at the many ponygirls following behind her, trying to overtake her, and winked at them playfully. "Everyone's really enthusiastic, but... I won't lose, okay?" "Before you cross the finish line, keep an eye on me, okay?" (You can start reading this from Chapter 35, where she meets Aldan.)

Unexpectedly, Meng Hao, laid off from his job and dumped by his girlfriend, is reborn after a tennis match. He wakes up to find himself back in his high school days. Thanks to a magical green tennis ball, Meng Hao experiences championship journeys from a "legendary perspective." His once ordinary life takes him on a completely different path. His once unattainable dreams begin their journey at the beautiful age of 17! ...

With neat, short silver hair and eyes that sparkled like stars, she always ran with everything she had on the track.

No lineage. No talent. No one held any hope for her.

“Honestly, as a trainer, I see no future for this girl as an Umamusume. For her own good, I hope she gives up soon.”

The seasoned trainer delivered an ultimatum: if she couldn’t produce results, she would have to drop out.

However, in the world of Umamusume, nothing is absolute.

“I never thought an Umamusume like her could win a G1.”

“How is that possible? She shouldn’t have any talent at all!”

“Run! Let us witness this dream!”

Some called her “The Successor of the Grey Legend.” Others called her “The Trickster Who Soars Through the Night Sky.” But the name by which she was most known and sung about was “The King Slayer.”

Taking back thrones, toppling champions—she transcended bloodline and aptitude to stand at the pinnacle of all Umamusume. The world would shine brilliantly because of her.

Reporter: "How do you feel about becoming the world's number one horse racing girl?"

Xianli Xingguang: "Ahem, let's be low-key about this."

"Hey, Mi Yu! Stop pulling at me, my pants are going to fall off."

The reporter looked at the two men playing around and the many horse girls behind them. "So, how do you manage such a harmonious and friendly school life?"

Xianli Xingguang: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, Shura Field, stay away from me."

Nakatsururu Aya died. But she was soon resurrected and turned into a white-haired horse girl. "You said that you would recognize me no matter what I become, so I want to see when you can recognize that I am your trainer." With this idea in mind, Blessing Moment began to contact the horse girls in his previous life's team. Little Benny, Beautiful Posture, Adoring Orihime... Wait! Is there something wrong? Blessing Moment, who finally realized that he was the prey, wanted to escape, but it was too late. "Quack! Don't come over here!"