Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 150 Trainer, Don’t Look Back

The competition just now was obviously intense, and some staff members have already run to the stadium to check the situation.

After hearing what An Jingzhen said and seeing the situation on the track, the horse racing girls looked at each other, and the Emperor of the East China Sea, who had been silent before, spoke.

"Trainer Yasui, please go ahead, we'll be there shortly.

"Maybe I'm worrying too much, but I think if we go to see Xiaobei together now... she must be under a lot of pressure."

Yasui Zhen nodded, said nothing more, turned and walked towards the back corridor.

Looking at his back, Mubai McQueen tilted his head towards the East China Sea Emperor and whispered:

"The Emperor, what on earth is he...?"

The Emperor of the East China Sea was silent for a moment.

“I can’t guess what he’s thinking.

“There are examples of horsegirls who can coach G1-level racehorses right after their debut, but their rude attitude towards failing to win at the last minute... is like they have run many races like us.

"To be honest, I've never met a trainer like this."

"I haven't encountered that either," Mebai McQueen recalled, "but... this shouldn't be a bad thing for Xiaobei."

“Of course it’s not a bad thing,” the East Sea Emperor said in high spirits, “Rather, I can now be completely convinced that he is a good match for Xiaobei.

"McQueen, I think it's time to discuss overseas competitions with him and Xiaobei, what do you think?"

……

Before he even got close to the infirmary, An Jingzhen saw Kita no Xuanju who had just walked out.

Also seeing An Jingzhen, Kitaguchi smiled instinctively and took a step towards him.

However, her face soon froze, her eyes turned away, and her steps stopped.

Noticing the girl's expression, Yasui Makoto walked over and spoke in a low voice.

"How is it? Is there anything wrong with the inspection?"

The moment the familiar voice sounded above his head, Beibu Xuanju's ears twitched.

After a long moment, she lowered her head, nodded silently, and entangled her fingers in front of her.

As if not noticing these little movements, Yasui Makoto looked towards the other end of the corridor casually.

"If everything is alright, take a good rest. There's a winner's stage later... I'll go with you?"

After a long period of silence with his head down, Northern Xuanju nodded slightly.

Walking towards the lounge, An Jingzhen deliberately slowed down his pace and only continued walking as usual when he heard someone following him.

The people walking towards the lounge were all the contestants who had just participated in the competition. After occasionally greeting a few of them briefly, the corridor gradually became deserted.

After a corner.

"Trainer..."

"Huh? How..."

"Wait, wait a minute, don't look back..."

Just as he was about to turn around, An Jingzhen paused and faced forward as he was told.

I couldn't see the girl's expression, I could only hear her voice which was much lower and calmer than usual.

"I…I don't know what to say."

“I also thought about what the trainer would say to me…

"But... when I think about it, this seems like what a trainer would do..."

…So what does this mean?
As soon as this doubt arose in his mind, An Jingzhen suddenly felt something approaching from behind.

Then, a tight and warm body pressed against his back, and a pair of arms passed through his armpits, hugging him gently.

Like a deflated ball or melted caramel, the tense body quickly drooped down little by little, becoming soft and sticky.

At the same time, a long, warm breath reached him from just below the back of his neck. As if contagious, feeling the touch and warmth on his back, Yasui felt his entire body stiffen.

...So, what does this mean...?
Before he could figure it out, a gentle voice, completely different from the usual one, like the soft and sticky touch, came from behind him.

"I do not know how to put it……"

After repeating these words, the voice behind him continued:
"Comfort, encouragement, blame, or scold me...

“I can accept and think of all this…

"But that's probably what a trainer is like, they never say things like that...

"No, I did offer consolation and encouragement, but that was during training...

"What happens if we lose the match... This should be the first time a trainer has encountered such a situation...?"

Subconsciously, Yasui Zhen moved.

He wanted to say that he had experienced losing a game before, but before he could open his mouth, his body, which was about to move, was stubbornly fixed by the arms through his armpits.

"I've already told you... Trainer, don't look back..."

The pressure from both sides became stronger, the temperature on the back became hotter, and the touch became softer, as if soaking in a hot spring.

Then the voice was silent for a while before it sounded again with a whisper-like tone.

"I still don't know what to say or how to say it..."

He repeated similar words for the third time, as if afraid that someone would run away. He clamped his arms even tighter, and for a moment he even made people feel as if they couldn't breathe.

"But... Trainer, we still have a game later, right?
"I won't let anyone take the trainer away, so... the trainer will still guide me later, right?

"I have always listened to the trainer, have always worked hard, and have never forgotten what I promised the trainer...

"So, in future competitions, trainer...we'll still be together, right?"

"...Well, that's right."

Feeling that he could finally understand the words coming from behind him, Yasui Makoto nodded without hesitation.

“Comfort or something… I really don’t know how to say it.

“I tried my best, the results are already very good… such words are meaningless to me.

“It’s not like I haven’t lost games, except for the Shining Series, of course.

“After the loss, all I could think about was one thing.

“Win it back next time.

“It’s just about winning and winning it back.

“Don’t worry, you said you would make me a G1 trainer, and you’ve already done it.

"So you don't have to feel sorry or worry. If anyone has to apologize, it should be me, your trainer..."

The arms around his chest suddenly exerted force, and An Jingzhen almost got a stitch in the side, and swallowed back the rest of his words.

"Who should be sorry... Isn't this also one of those meaningless things a trainer says?"

The voice behind me suddenly muttered something, and in an instant, all the touch sensations suddenly disappeared, and a familiar figure flashed before my eyes.

"You've been saying a lot of incomprehensible things all of a sudden. Anyway... please give me your guidance from now on, Trainer!"

There was a faint crystal hanging on the tip of the girl's eyelashes, but her red eyes reflected the sharpness of a knife.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was still lively and energetic, but the arc seemed to be a little lower than before.

Looking at this smile that was between vitality and calmness, Yasui couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple and look away.

After a moment, looking into those red eyes, he slowly raised his arm and lifted a few strands of wet hair from the girl's forehead.

"Please give me your guidance, Xiaobei."

(End of this chapter)