Having trained real horses, why are we now training racehorse girls after time-traveling?

"—Is this all there is to it?!"

However, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that perhaps the three goddesses were just there to play a trick on her. After experiencing an unprecedented level of "joint attack" with Ryuji during the Arima Commemoration, her luck plummeted in an awkward way.

For example, right now, they clearly went to draw a blanket dryer, and she even went in herself, but she still drew a special prize. And what's more, this special prize just happened to be a hot spring ticket, for two people, and it would expire if not used today!

Was this really not intentionally designed? Three goddesses! Come out and explain yourselves!

"But we did manage to pull out the comforter in the end." Wada, carrying a rather large box containing the comforter they had been longing for, said to the opera singer beside him:

"We're so lucky! With just one lottery draw, we've secured our food, clothing, shelter, and transportation for today, and we even got what we wanted."

"When I was drawing lots just now, the staff member's jaw almost dropped in surprise. It was hilarious, wasn't it?"

"Ah... well, I guess I was just a little lucky~"

Good Opera was no longer thinking about the blanket dryer; all she felt was panic and a sense of being forced into a corner, so her answers were somewhat absent-minded.

This state of affairs at Good Opera also caught Wada's attention. Wada's pupils twitched slightly. Although he understood why Good Opera was so tense, he still pretended not to understand and asked:

"What's wrong? Is it a good opera? Why do you seem so nervous?"

"Ugh—no, nothing, hahaha! Ryuji, how could I, the Overlord, be nervous?" Good Opera also kept trying to cover up his embarrassment so that Wada wouldn't notice his blushing cheeks.

"I'm just a little bit dizzy from hot water... so I'm worried that I won't be able to soak in the hot spring for very long. It would be a waste of such a good voucher."

"Ah, we've arrived." At this moment, Wada Kazuyo had also arrived at the designated hot spring resort. Without hesitation, Wada stepped forward, opened the gate of the hot spring resort, and entered the very Japanese-style manor.

"Wow, what a magnificent hotel." Good Opera was also slightly surprised by the interior decoration; she hadn't expected to find such a nice hot spring resort in Chiba.

Wada nodded to himself. This place no longer seemed like the hot spring resort he and Naze had stayed at in Kyoto. Of course, he couldn't say that aloud now, or the opera might throw a tantrum.

"Welcome, gentlemen. It's quite rare to see guests at Christmas."

At that moment, a slightly older woman in a kimono approached and asked the two men, "Wada Kazuyoshi, would you like to stay the night?"

"Yes, I don't know if this voucher can be used." Wada put down the quilt dryer in his hand and then took out the hot spring voucher.

"Ah, I see. You were so lucky to win this ticket! Congratulations." The woman nodded knowingly upon seeing the ticket; clearly, the Chiba shopping street event had been coordinated with all the surrounding shops. She then bowed slightly to the Wada Kazuyoshi Opera and said:

"Then, please come in. This voucher allows you to experience all the facilities of our manor for free. Although we are just in the countryside, and may not have the same facilities as hot spring resorts in big cities, we are sure you won't be disappointed."

"Oh, that sounds exciting." Good Opera seemed to relax a bit after hearing this. After all, she was already here, so she should enjoy herself. After Arima Kinen finished running, she felt sore all over and needed to relax.

"Well then, Long Er, I'll go wait for you at the women's bath first. Excuse me, beautiful lady, where is the women's bath? I don't see any curtains here."

"—There is no women's bath."

However, at that moment, the woman smiled slightly and uttered words that sent shivers down the spines of both Good Opera and Khotan.

"Huh? No, no women's bath? What does that mean?" Good Opera's expression froze instantly, as if she thought her ears were deceiving her, and asked, "Madam, please don't joke with us."

"Oh dear, my esteemed guest, I'm not joking. None of the hot spring resorts in Chiba have women's baths."

The woman's expression began to turn serious, her solemn demeanor making even the opera singer feel uneasy. Fortunately, the woman offered an explanation:

"This is not the kind of hot spring resort that is open to the public. It is a hot spring resort specifically for families and couples. Each room has a private hot spring facility, so you can do whatever you want in your room without being disturbed by outsiders."

"Oh, by the way, although our place is not a natural hot spring structure, please rest assured that the hot spring water we provide is all natural hot spring water flowing down from the mountain. Please rest assured that our manor is absolutely honest and fair to its guests, young and old."

"..."

However, the woman's words caused both Good Opera and Wada to fall silent. Finally, Wada's cheek twitched slightly, and he smiled at the woman, saying:

"That's really... thoughtful."

"Then please give us a room. Oh, and could you please bring us dinner a little later?"

“Absolutely no problem.” The woman nodded knowingly (not really), and looked at the man and woman in front of her with a subtle smile on her face. The sly smile on her face deepened, and she bowed slightly before leaving.

"Please don't hesitate to call me if you need anything. Dinner will take a little time to prepare, so please be patient while we wait."

"Ah, this is your room, number 107, at the end of the corridor. There shouldn't be any other guests today, so please don't feel too constrained and do whatever you like~"

Leaving behind a slightly ambiguous remark, the woman quickly walked away as if afraid that the shy opera singer would make things difficult for her, leaving the opera singer and Wada standing there looking at each other, unsure of what to do.

However, Wada also noticed that although the opera singer was trying to appear calm, her ponytail was swaying incessantly, and her clothes were drooping awkwardly. He knew very well that although he was also embarrassed, only he could resolve this awkward situation.

"Um... good opera, it's alright. I've heard of these family-run hot spring resorts before. It's a unique aspect of Japanese culture. Maybe there aren't any hot springs like this in Hokkaido, but it's actually quite normal in Japan."

For a moment, Wada didn't know what to say. Of course, what he said just now was nonsense. You know, although there are such estates in Chiba, which is enough to surprise some young Japanese people, in Hokkaido, these family-run hot spring resorts are everywhere. Even if you haven't been there, you've definitely heard of the good opera singer who was born in Hokkaido.

"It's alright, it's a good opera. You can go take a shower first. You just finished the Arima Kinen race, you must be very tired now. You need to relax, so go and enjoy yourself."

"..."

However, Wada's words only made things worse, causing the tail behind the good opera to wag even more wildly, even showing a tendency to turn into a second-speed electric fan, proving that she was not at peace at the moment.

"At this moment—at this moment, what should we do?!"

Chapter 219: The whole of Treson knows what your relationship is.

"Wow..."

"It really is... quite comfortable. The owner of this place didn't lie to us. Although it's a family-run hot spring resort, the hot spring water really does flow continuously."

At this moment, in the hot spring room, which is only separated from the room by a door, Good Opera, wearing a bath towel, is soaking in the artificial bath. However, the comfort of the natural hot spring is incomparable to that of ordinary hot water. Good Opera quickly relaxes and lies in the water with slightly flushed cheeks.

Slowly, the opera singer's body slid down, eventually immersing half of her face in the hot spring. At that moment, she thought of Wada, who was just a door away from her, watching TV in his room, and she couldn't help but feel troubled.

"Maybe... I'm overthinking it? Ryuji seems no different than usual. He's even watching TV now, so he's probably really treating this as a normal hot spring trip, right? Am I overthinking it?"

However, the thought of this possibility made Good Opera feel a little sorry for herself. She subconsciously looked at her body in the hot spring water, and her mind was filled with images of raging waves and small bays. She was immediately plunged into a feeling of insecurity.

"Could it really be because of my figure? But when my other self was still around, he told me that Ryuji wasn't the type to care about my figure... But he seemed to have a better relationship with Nutao and Trainer Naze..."

"Does Long Er really have no feelings for me... just because my figure isn't as good as Nu Tao's..."

Meanwhile, Good Opera is pondering his own affairs in the hot spring, while is Wada really watching TV?

—No, he was just playing the TV to numb the nerves of the opera enthusiast in the hot spring. In reality, he was extremely nervous, even more so than the opera enthusiast.

"Help! I'm in a hot spring room with my assigned horse girl. What should I do? I need help urgently."

He was even starting to feel anxious and his thoughts were becoming chaotic. Wada forwarded the message to all the trainers he could contact on his phone, except for Ikezoe, Imai-senpai, and Naze Fumino. Soon, Wada received "friendly greetings" from all the trainers.

Tojo Hana: "What?! You and your beloved Uma Musume are at the hot spring resort?! Is it Good Opera or Angry Waves? Or both of them?! This is so shameless!"

Okino: "Wada, you're such an enviable guy! Why is it that everyone else is a trainer while I'm penniless, and you're so rich that you can go to the hot spring resort in Chiba with your team's racehorse girl? Meanwhile, I can only stay overnight at the beach with a few kids from my team, and we're staying in that shabby dorm room at Treson Academy!"

Trainer Narita: "I had a feeling this was going to happen, but I didn't expect you to act so quickly, Wada-kun. Looks like I should work harder too. Oh, and don't let this get out of the picture."

Trainer Ai-Orihime: "Yay! Looks like I won my bet with my Orihime! Now Orihime will have to go on this overseas trip with me. Also, good luck, Wada-kun. But I suggest you solidify your relationship first. Don't do things too early, it's not good for a racehorse girl."

—Not a single one is reliable! At this moment, Hotan almost smashed his phone in anger. At such a critical moment, how come none of these superficial friends are reliable!

Are we really going to let him handle this situation alone? Let him and Good Opera share a tatami mat in this room, even if it's just two quilts, but is it really appropriate for a man and a woman to be in the same room in this atmosphere?

Something's definitely going to happen, right? It's just not right if something doesn't happen!

"Wow..."

"...Ryuji? What's wrong?"

While Wada was anxiously scratching his head, Hao Geju had already finished soaking in the hot spring and came out wearing a loose kimono that had been prepared by the shop. Hao Geju noticed Wada's mood and couldn't help but ask.

"—No, it's nothing." Wada quickly regained his composure upon seeing the opera, nodding casually and saying to the opera, "Are you done washing up? I'll head over now."

"Mmm, enjoy it, it feels very comfortable."

Good Opera and Wada exchanged a few words, and just as Wada took the clothes he had prepared in advance and walked into the hot spring and closed the door, Good Opera quickly turned around, grabbed his casual clothes hanging to the side, and took out his mobile phone.

"Urgent! Crisis from Overlord Opera! I'm currently in a room at a hot spring resort with my trainer! What should we do? Please tell me quickly!"

Soon, Good Opera also lost her mind due to overheating. After editing this message, she selected all of them. Then, she quickly crossed out the names of the famous general Nu Tao and several racehorse girls in the team before sending the message.

Soon, Good Opera received warm greetings from her racehorse friends, and even more frequently than from the trainers she knew in Wada. Those racehorse girls who were relaxing because of Christmas Eve immediately understood when they saw the message from Good Opera that a huge bombshell had dropped from the sky!

In no time, Good Opera received 99+ messages, and among them were all kinds of Uma Musume girls with different attitudes. But without a doubt, none of them were reliable, but they came to ask with a gossipy mindset.

"With the trainer? Is it Trainer Wada? That handsome trainer still ended up being taken by his own racehorse girl!"

"I'm so envious! My trainer is such a blockhead, he never invites me out. If there were an opportunity like this, I would have already made my move!"

"The most important thing at times like this is not to back down. Good opera, you've already achieved great success. The position of the Hall of Fame's 'Horse Girl' is a sure thing, and you'll be the next student council president. It's time for you to start thinking about your retirement life."

"Hurry up and snuggle up to the man you love most, and enjoy your retirement life in peace. You'll become the most enviable racehorse girl in the entire Treson Academy!"

"Ughhh, not a single one is reliable!"

Finally, realizing the foolish thing she had done, Good Opera immediately turned off her phone. The messages were popping up too fast for her to reply to, and the constant ringing from her phone made her panic, so she finally chose to turn it off.

But just as she turned off her phone, she suddenly realized something...

"Wait a minute, doesn't this mean that by sending this to them, I essentially announced it all over Treson Academy, and now everyone knows?!"

Suddenly, she realized that her gossipy horse racing friends loved eating melons so much that if she waited until the day after she returned, the news that "Good Opera and Trainer Wada spent the whole night on a hot spring trip" would have already spread throughout Treson Academy, and she would have even admitted it herself!

What will everyone think of her when she gets back?! A "tyrant" who just finished the Arima Festival and then went on a hot spring trip with her trainer? What is this? Isn't this a racehorse girl who has finally achieved her goal and, to thank her trainer, has decided to dedicate herself to repaying his kindness?

But she's a great opera singer! She really didn't mean it that way, but now that she's confessed herself, even if she goes back to Tresson College to clarify, how many people will believe her?

“They definitely skipped the horse!”—that’s what these racehorse girls would definitely say.

"What am I going to do, what am I going to do... How am I going to get back to Treson Academy now... By tomorrow the whole school will know about this, ahhh, am I out of my mind? Has my brain been ruined by the soup?"

Finally, the opera, which had made a series of mistakes, had completely driven itself into a desperate situation. Now, even though the opera had just finished a hot spring bath and had not gone to a sauna, it was sweating profusely from tension all over its body.

"Da da da".

"Sorry to keep you waiting~ Are you two ready? I've brought dinner over." The woman's gentle laughter came from outside the door, and then, seemingly because the opera hadn't answered immediately, she spoke again:

"Then I'll leave it outside the door for now. Oh, if you need anything, you can find it in the drawer on the side. Please feel free to use it."

"Things? What things?"

Good Opera was also slightly taken aback. After the woman's footsteps gradually faded away, she did not immediately go to get the food. Instead, she fixed her gaze on the only cabinet on the side, walked over, and pulled out the drawer.

When the opera singer saw the only "thing" in that drawer, she didn't say a word and silently returned the drawer.

"—A fine opera? Was that lady just here?"

"Oh? Yes! She brought dinner! Ryuji, hurry up and finish washing up and come eat!"

Wada's voice made Good Opera's tail stand on end in a tense moment, and he answered rather awkwardly.

However, at this moment, Good Opera's mind was completely occupied by what she had just seen. As a normal middle school racehorse girl, a healthy racehorse girl who had never eaten pork but had seen pigs run, Good Opera immediately shook her head and forced herself to forget these things.