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

"That kind of thing is useless, useless, good opera, you have to believe in yourself, your bottom line."

"You are a tyrant, the tyrant of the end of the century, you wouldn't have fallen to this level—you wouldn't!"

Chapter 220: The two naturally have a happy ending.

After dinner, the atmosphere between Wada and Yoshikazu was awkward. They thought that the atmosphere would ease a bit after relaxing at the hot spring, but unexpectedly, for some reason, their relationship was even more awkward than when they first arrived.

This way of interacting left both Hetian and Haoge Opera feeling physically and mentally exhausted and extremely uncomfortable, so they turned off the lights and lay down to rest early.

But neither of them slept. On the same tatami mat, covered by two different quilts, even though there was almost a person's distance between them, neither of them could fall asleep.

Finally, unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer, Wada sighed softly, turned over to face the opera that had its back to him, and said softly:

"Can't you sleep even with a good opera?"

"Huh?!"

However, Wada's words caused Good Opera to exclaim in surprise. Wada could even see Good Opera's bedding trembling violently—it was probably because its tail had stood up again.

"Dragon, Dragon Two? I, I'm fine, I almost fell asleep just now." Good Opera swallowed hard, not daring to even turn around, curling up in the blankets, and answered tremblingly:

"Yes, is there something you need, Ryuji? I'm really sleepy."

"...I think we should talk."

It's really tense. Wada could certainly see the unease that Good Opera was showing. He knew what Good Opera was thinking. After all, in this kind of atmosphere, it was impossible not to have some thoughts, let alone someone as sensitive as Good Opera.

Hearing Wada say that, Hao Geju became even more nervous. Wada didn't say much at the time, but silently lifted his blanket and moved next to Hao Geju. He watched as she curled herself up like a caterpillar, her whole body trembling with fear.

But this time, Wada was determined. Soon, just as his palm touched the tatami mat, the tatami suddenly sat up and distanced itself from Wada.

"Wait—wait, Ryuji, I'm not mentally prepared yet! Let me think about it a little longer, just a little bit!"

"Even someone as domineering as me needs time to handle this kind of thing, and it's also difficult to explain to our parents. I think we should take it one step at a time!"

All that could be seen was that after Good Opera got out of her blanket, she sat curled up on the edge of the tatami mat, while Wada, after putting down his blanket, still slowly moved towards Good Opera's back.

While she could clearly feel Wada slowly approaching, the opera singer felt as if she were surrounded by tatami mats, no longer moving towards the edge. This conflicted feeling of wanting to welcome but also resisting left her feeling conflicted, and she could only close her eyes with a slight blush.

Soon, Good Opera felt a pair of hands encircle her waist and gently pull her closer. At that moment, she was on the verge of a breakdown.

"I can't do anything, good opera, now, relax a bit."

At that moment, Wada whispered something in the ear of the opera singer. A warm sensation traveled through her ear to her brain, making the opera singer even more nervous. Then, reason helped her understand Wada's words.

"……well?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything. I just think you're too nervous, just like I was before the Chrysanthemum Appreciation. I'm trying to help you relax."

"Now, let's stay here like this for a while. My body may not feel as good as your thighs, but it should be a little better than a tatami mat."

As he said this, Wada hugged Hao Geju a little tighter. Under Wada's encouragement, Hao Geju gradually became less tense, and his body began to adapt to the warmth of the person next to him, slowly relaxing.

But after relaxing, a bellyful of questions finally surfaced, and with a hint of reluctance, Good Opera couldn't help but ask:

"Really...we're not going to do anything?"

"Are you really looking forward to it, Good Opera?" Wada teased, causing Good Opera to blush again. But perhaps because things had come to this point, Good Opera felt relieved and pouted slightly, asking:

"Is it because I, this tyrant, am not in good shape... although I am aware of that myself."

"As expected, men all like bigger ones, right? I'm not as well-built as Nu Tao and the others, and I'm not as good-looking as McQueen and the others..."

"Ryuji, do you really... think I'm beautiful? You really don't mean to favor me?"

When it comes to figure and appearance, Good Opera really isn't that confident in herself. Every horse girl in the Miracle Team is a stunningly beautiful horse girl. Although almost all of the horse girls are pretty, compared to the other horse girls, Good Opera, who is quite good-looking, does pale in comparison.

The only things she could hide were her narcissistic confidence, her domineering aura, and her glamorous attire—all of which enhanced her appearance.

Now, in Wada's arms, stripped of her glamorous makeup and crown, lies an ordinary, unremarkable horse girl with a perfectly normal personality. Now, Good Opera can finally shed all its pretense and ask Wada this question.

"Haven't I answered this question many times? Good opera? When did you become so insecure?"

Wada found it amusing, and gently touched Hao Geju's belly with his hands around her waist, teasing her until Hao Geju's cheeks were flushed.

But good opera neither resists nor dislikes what Wada does.

"I just want to hear what you have to say, Ryuji."

"—Then I'll tell you, Good Opera." Wada chuckled and whispered in Good Opera's ear:

"What I care about is you, good opera. Whether you are heroic, gentle and elegant, or spoiled and willful, these are all you. The focus is on you, not on how you are."

"I can accept you no matter what you are like, as long as it's you, that's enough."

"...Are you confessing to me, Ryuji?"

Sweet words reached Hao Geju's ears. Hao Geju, who had initially been huddled up in nervousness, was no longer shy. Facing the big boy who was holding her, Hao Geju smiled slightly and gently tilted her head back…

"Chirp."

A fleeting, light kiss landed on Hotan's cheek, the heat rising and fading quickly, leaving no time to react. The opera singer, her cheeks flushed, abruptly stopped her movements.

This was certainly not the first kiss in a good opera; her first kiss was given to Wada when she was in another body. But this was an action she took voluntarily with her own personality, so it clearly held a different meaning for her.

She knew she couldn't be like her counterpart, harboring such strong feelings for Wada. There were many things between them that she hadn't experienced, but even so, the emotions in her heart were almost overflowing like rain. It was easy to imagine how much of her heart belonged to Wada.

They didn't need to confess their feelings to each other, nor did they need many words; everything was understood without being spoken.

But at least... some feelings of love may be indescribable in words, but they can be expressed through actions.

“Ryuji… Now, we’ve surpassed the Emperor, right? Perhaps we really can retire now.”

“But you probably don’t want to retire so early, just like a shooting star, right?” Wada, who truly understood the meaning of good opera, smiled slightly and said:

"That's why we're doing nothing. Some things... can only be done after our careers are over."

"That's right." With that, the opera singer was completely relieved. There was no need to say anything more. Perhaps in their hearts, the future they envisioned at that moment was the same.

But now... they don't need to think so much, they just need to snuggle together, and that's enough.

Chapter 221: The Emperor: Weren't the racehorse girls born from the three goddesses?

The entire evening, from awkwardness to eventual honesty between Hao Geju and Wada, didn't take long. Soon, the day was over, and when Wada and Hao Geju said goodbye, the proprietress of the hot spring resort even had a subtle emotion of surprise mixed with a bit of disappointment in her eyes.

The following day, Wada Kazuyo also took a bullet train from Chiba back to Tokyo, and then took a taxi back to Treson College.

However, unexpectedly, the day at Tresson College was unusually quiet, lacking the excitement of when Good Opera won the Triple Crown. Everyone at Tresson College went about their business as usual, as if nothing had happened.

"It's so quiet... The quietness actually makes me feel a little uneasy."

"The way people are looking at me feels a bit strange. Are all the people at Treson Academy usually so friendly?"

Wada also felt increasingly that something was wrong with Treson Academy today. From the moment they stepped into the school gate, the racehorse girls would give them a very gentle smile when they saw them, and then quickly walk away, chattering about something.

Wada is human, and her hearing is not as sharp as that of the horse girl, but she can hear good operas very clearly.

"That's him, isn't it? Ryuji Wada?"

"Yes, he is indeed very handsome! I've finally met him in person!"

"So he and his opera classmates..."

"They definitely jumped over the horse!"

—As expected, that was the conversation. Fortunately, after her heart-to-heart talk with Wada last night, Good Opera wasn't so shy anymore.

This information was actually caused by her brain overheating and leaking it herself. Therefore, the resulting outcome was entirely expected and not surprising.

...And perhaps, if this becomes a public fact at Treson College...it would be a good thing.

Thinking this, Haogeju unconsciously gripped Wada's hand tightly, trying his best to maintain his usual domineering and arrogant posture, so as not to fall behind at this moment.

"Oh my, isn't this my dear opera classmate?"

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far away. Hao Geju and Wada turned their heads to look and found Megumi McQueen and Tokai Emperor standing together, each holding a crepe in their hands, as if they had just bought them and were passing by.

“McQueen, Emperor.” Wada smiled and waved to the two women. His clasped hands with the opera singer quickly attracted the attention of McQueen and Emperor.

"Hehe—Trainer Hetian, you've gotten along really well with your opera classmates." The East Sea Emperor seemed to have recovered from the disappointment of Lu Duo's defeat yesterday. It was hard to tell if it was because she was still a child at heart, with emotions coming and going quickly, or if she had been drawn to an even bigger juicy story.

At least, both Donghai Diwang and McQueen were well aware of the discussions on the school forum during this period. As participants and witnesses who had consistently created opportunities for Hao Geju and Hetian to be alone, they were also very concerned about how their relationship ultimately went.

But it seems to be going very smoothly now. After a brief exchange of glances, McQueen and the Emperor confirmed this point by looking into each other's eyes.

“Then we won’t disturb you any longer.” McQueen smiled and said to Wada, “By the way, Trainer Wada, the trainer and Mr. Ikezoe are in the chairman’s office right now. They must be discussing something important. It would be best to go and see them.”

"Chairman's office? I understand, thank you."

Upon hearing this, Wada immediately nodded. He roughly knew that this was probably about the handover of the student council president and some decisions made by the central government after the Arima Memorial. Wada had anticipated this after witnessing Good Opera triumph over Rudolf Symbol.

But the worst outcome can't be much worse. Rudolf has already publicly expressed his support for good operas, so the central government's attitude is unlikely to be very tough; it will probably just be some blame and criticism.

As Wada led Good Opera toward the chairman's office, McQueen and Emperor watched them walk away before lowering their heads and whispering amongst themselves.

"McQueen, you see, I told you so, didn't I? Good opera student and Hotan trainer!"

"It's true... I didn't think the comments on the school forum were very real at first, but I didn't expect that there would actually be such great progress."

The rather innocent McQueen was quite envious of the scene where He Tian and Good Opera walked hand in hand just now, and felt a little ashamed, but he quickly regained his composure and said: "However, judging from Good Opera's state just now, it seems that we have not yet reached the final step."

"Huh? Didn't Trainer Wada confess to the opera student? Why?" The Emperor tilted his head, somewhat puzzled. McQueen immediately corrected him:

"This is not a matter of confession, Your Majesty... this is something else entirely."

"The other one? What is that?" The Emperor of the East Sea still couldn't understand McQueen's words.

"It's that kind of—" McQueen didn't know how to explain for a moment. She suddenly realized that the Emperor of the East Sea seemed to be much more innocent than she had imagined. Others her age had seen pigs run even if they hadn't eaten pork, but she had never been in a relationship and didn't even know what to do in a relationship.

This is also related to the Emperor's upbringing. The Emperor's parents had a very good relationship with her, and after the Emperor showed her potential as a racehorse girl when she was young, her loving parents spared no effort to send her to Treson Academy so that she could receive the best racehorse girl education.

After joining Treson Academy, she was quickly noticed by Rudo Symbol. The East Sea Emperor was very attached to Rudo Symbol, and under her tutelage, the East Sea Emperor lived in competition and training. His greatest pleasure was being with Rudo Symbol and the others.

Lu Duoxiang definitely knew this, and she actually had quite a few of those little books in private, but in order to maintain the emperor's dignity, and also not to corrupt the Emperor of Donghai, Lu Duoxiang never revealed this.

Therefore, the East Sea Emperor's upbringing has always been very healthy. Not to mention horse jumping, she doesn't even know what it feels like to be in love. Like her roommate Chongpao, they are known as the "two purest horse girls in Treson Academy".

"It's... the steps before childbirth, Your Majesty. Do you understand now that I've described it this way?"

"Huh? Giving birth... But, wasn't Mother Horse blessed by the three goddesses? Does she still need to work hard as an adult?"

The Emperor of the East Sea was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, as it was somewhat beyond her comprehension. McQueen, upon hearing this, slapped her forehead; she now realized that the Emperor's knowledge was far more limited than she had imagined.

Should I ask the trainer to give Emperor some background knowledge on this? The thought crossed McQueen's mind, but she quickly dismissed it after only a second.