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

However, it was too late. The next moment, a familiar pain shot through his abdomen, and Chi Tian was pinned to the ground by the Golden Master!

"Whoa!! An astonishing scene has occurred! The Golden Master actually kicked her trainer to the ground—I've never seen a Triple Crown racehorse girl like this before!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—what's wrong with you again, Orphie!"

"I've wanted to beat you up for ages, Chi Tian! You've put me through months of boring and grueling training! I spend my days training your body and my nights training your mind! Do you even know what I've been living these past few months?!"

"Even though we've won now, I absolutely have to get revenge for these past few months of hellish living, you bastard!!"

"What are you talking about! Do you think I want to work myself to death with you? I'm only doing this to help you win the competition! I've been with you for the past few months!"

However, at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation racecourse, amidst a downpour, the man and the horse bickered and complained to each other. However, unlike the other horse, the man was still pinned to the ground, while the female horse rider didn't actually exert much force, not even a playful fight, simply teaching the other a lesson.

The heavy rain at the stadium was gradually subsiding, the dark clouds were slowly dispersing, and the glimmer of dawn that belonged to the Golden Master seemed to finally begin to brighten...

Chapter 372: Great Shock and the Noblewoman

The Golden Master's classic three-crown journey has come to a complete end. In the end, the Golden Master was tossed high into the air by the group led by the Golden Ship. After enjoying the feeling of a true victory, it seemed that everything had come to a close.

Meanwhile, after watching the race, Da Zhenhan quietly chose to leave. Only after she had left the racecourse a short distance away did she make a phone call.

"...Hello, teacher? Are you looking for me?" A female voice with a hint of coldness and arrogance came from the other end of the phone, but the owner of the voice was obviously very respectful to Da Zhensheng, as her tone was full of respect.

"Hey, lady, isn't it a bit late for me to congratulate you on your victory at the Autumn Flower Awards?" Da Zhenhan said in a relaxed tone, jokingly addressing the girl on the other end.

"...It's just an ordinary victory, teacher, nothing special."

The racehorse girl on the other end of the phone, nicknamed "Lady," sounded a bit rough, as if she had just finished a race and was probably resting in the locker room. After taking a sip of water, she said, "I could have challenged for the classic Triple Crown... just because I'm a mare racehorse..."

"Don't say that. Everyone also hopes to achieve a more secure victory." Upon hearing this, Da Zhenhan smiled gently and said, "Besides, child, I should say now that the choice made by the Shetai side might be very correct."

"...Teacher, are you saying that I can't beat that horse racer girl called Golden Master?"

Over the phone, the lady's tone suddenly became more serious. Although the lady was a mares racehorse, mares, being naturally slightly inferior to Duma racehorses in terms of physical strength, did not need to participate in the classic Triple Crown like Duma racehorses. Instead, there was a special "Mares Triple Crown" competition prepared specifically for mares, and theoretically, upon winning, they would also be Triple Crown racehorses.

However, theory aside, the Japanese people still value the classic Triple Crown more, especially since the idea that mares are not as good as Duma mares is deeply ingrained. Therefore, the mares Triple Crown is not valued as much.

However, the Triple Crown for mares has long since ended. At the same Kyoto Racecourse, the Lady is now a true Triple Crown mares racehorse. Therefore, she pays special attention to another racehorse, the Golden Master, who is also currently competing for the Classic Triple Crown.

If it weren't for the team's management, she should be competing with Golden Master for the classic triple crown. Now, Golden Master has already won two crowns and is about to become the next triple crown horse girl. This makes the lady pay extra attention to her and can't help but compare her with the other.

Therefore, she cared deeply about her teacher's opinion, that is, the Great Shock. And when she heard the Great Shock's tone suggesting that she was inferior to the Gold Master, the noblewoman immediately became alert.

"You really are competitive, lady, but I like that about you." Great Shock knew his disciple's personality quite well, and said...

“It’s not that I don’t think you’re as good as her, but I think if the two of you were to meet... it’s very likely that the victory would go to the other racehorse girls who are not as good as you.”

"Why?" the noblewoman asked, puzzled.

"Because you two are both the type who absolutely have to beat your opponents on the track. And after you two have fought so hard and decided the winner, you might get exhausted and other racehorses could snatch the victory from you."

"..."

Well, the lady had to admit that this possibility did indeed exist. She wasn't exactly known for her good temper, and she was aware of it herself. If she were to encounter a truly formidable opponent on the field, she might become inexplicably excited.

Of course, this possibility is very low. After all, when they are competing fiercely, they have definitely left other obstacles far behind. The probability of being betrayed by an unknown racehorse girl is extremely low.

However, the shocking words still piqued the noblewoman's interest. What her teacher meant was... that she and that horse racer girl called the Golden Master were evenly matched.

That's quite an... interesting conclusion.

"Teacher, I want to attend the Arima Memorial event now—is it too late?"

"Don't worry, kid, you'll face them, but not at the Arima Memorial." But Daijin smiled and replied, "I believe that kid will go to the Japan Cup, where a bigger stage awaits us."

“But I want to compete against her at Arima Kinen, teacher.” The lady’s tone suddenly became serious, and she said calmly, “Let others take the stage at the Japan Cup. I want to have a thrilling match with her in the most watched arena.”

"...This is a bit difficult, child. The Japan Cup venue was designed by the broadcasting company so that you can step out of Japan. They hope that you will be the first racehorse girl to enjoy the benefits of the new era ushered in by the Opera King."

"But I'll find a way, son. No matter what, I'll do my best to let you have a match."

"Thank you, teacher." The lady nodded gently, and the two women's call ended there. As Da Zhenzhen put down her phone, she smiled and murmured to herself:

"Well then, my dear disciple has really given me a difficult problem."

Arima Commemorative. It's understandable that Arima was deeply moved; that was the pinnacle of the GI (Girls' Generation) racing scene for Saima Musume (Girls' Generation), signifying not only recognition of their skill but also of their honor.

Every horse girl who wins at Arima Kinen is a legend, which is why the noblewoman is so eager to compete against the Golden Master at Arima Kinen.

However, the Japan Cup cannot be played without a representative from the team, which is why Dae-shin said that this matter is really difficult to handle.

However, there should always be some way...

……

"So, the master has already won the classic triple crown, right?"

"Yes, Hotan, now we're all waiting for you and the opera! Everyone's hoping you can accomplish what we've all been unable to do and take down the Arc de Triomphe!"

During the video chat, what was evening in Tokyo, about seven hours ahead of Paris, was noon in Paris. At that moment, the group was joyfully celebrating the victory of the Gold Masters, and also sending their encouragement to the last pair of players in the team who were about to embark on the competition.

At this moment, even though they were in a foreign land, they could feel the joy and happiness of the Wada-Kazuyo Opera performance through the screen. Wada also said to Ikezoe:

"Congratulations, Mr. Ikezoe and Senior Imamura. I already know about your affair with McQueen. Your performance at the Autumn Emperor's Award was truly an eye-opener for me."

"Let's not talk about us, Wada-kun. Your competition with the Arc de Triomphe of the Good Opera is coming up soon. How's it going on your end?" Jinlang shook his head and asked with concern.

"How are things going with the opera? Have you had any trouble adjusting to the new environment? I heard from trainer Naze that she introduced you to some experts there?"

"I'm doing very well with Good Opera in Paris. Nothing unexpected happened. I had a little trouble adjusting at first, but thanks to Teacher Su, whom Naise introduced me to, I'm fine now."

Hetian was calm, but definitely not relaxed. The closer he got to the Arc de Triomphe, the more nervous he became.

Now he spends a lot of time every day overcoming his inner tension and fear. What makes Hetian feel most at ease now is that the condition of the opera is still stable. He now spends some time almost every day to check the condition of the opera. The healthy test reports are Hetian's daily boost of confidence.

"That's good, Wada-kun. We're all watching you."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, just do your best, Wada-kun."

"...I will, Senior Jinlang."

Wada's answer was not so certain. By the window, on this day in Paris, thunderstorms lashed the grass, making the already soft European racecourse even more turbulent.

Each clap of thunder seemed to strike Hetian's heart, intensifying his unease...

He always felt that good opera was hiding something from him... but she was always worried about something.

Wada felt that he should probably ask him what the opera was hiding from him.

Chapter 373: An Unbearable Context?

"Huh...huh...huh..."

"It's a truly grueling battleground—but! It's too early to think you can defeat me, the overlord!"

Despite the torrential rain, the fine opera troupe persevered through the training grounds inside the Académie de la Terreux in France. In contrast, the French racehorses were in complete agreement: they would never run in such heavy conditions, even if the upcoming races might involve such conditions.

Racehorse girls don't really need to worry about catching a cold, so they can run in storms without any problems. However, European racehorse girls are also afraid of falling. For racehorse girls, every fall is accompanied by huge risks, especially when they fall at high speeds, which is even more dangerous.

In this environment, European racehorses are remarkably united in their approach. They can overcome challenging conditions as much as possible, but only if it doesn't put them at risk of injury—in short: challenging conditions? They won't even run!

Of course, if this situation actually occurs during a race, there's nothing that can be done. However, in regular training, most European racehorses still try their best to avoid this situation. This isn't necessarily a wrong choice, as from a racehorse safety perspective, avoiding dangerous training before a race to prevent accidents before the race is a safe option.

Unfortunately, this choice didn't lead to any great operas. She had to overcome numerous obstacles to achieve success. Among them, securing major European venues was a hurdle she had to overcome.

If the weather in Paris is unpredictable, with storms coming one after another, and if things go as expected, lasting for several days, then good operas must be prepared to compete with Europe's racehorses in the midst of the storm.

This is certainly a disadvantage for Good Opera. She is not a master of high-speed riding, but European racehorses are undoubtedly trained in high-speed riding environments. Good Opera does not think that a noble family, as the student council president of Tresson College, would be trained in good riding conditions for all races.

Instead of hoping for something that's almost impossible, it's better to improve yourself now and adapt to the European horse racing scene—this process is a little easier than good opera imagines, perhaps thanks to the genes of that racehorse girl named "Saddler's Well" whom I've never met.

Even so, her experience was far from sufficient. The Arc de Triomphe was just a few days away, and if the storm continued unabated, even the organizers would be powerless to stop it and the event would have to proceed as planned.

The Arc de Triomphe has been delayed for several days due to the storm, and everyone is waiting for the situation at the racecourse to be as safe as possible... but it seems that the possibility is now very small.

"She's really going all out, my sister."

At the edge of the deserted training ground, Wangzu, holding an umbrella, watched as a bystander observe the great opera singer's efforts under such heavy conditions. At this moment, even someone as proud as her had to admit the resilience and perseverance of her sister.

“I’ve learned that the racehorse girls from the Anjou-i system are all very stubborn.” Doromi, who was also holding an umbrella, had come with the Nobunaga family. As the vice president, she looked at the figure of the opera singer and asked the Nobunaga family, “President, should we try to persuade him? It’s dangerous for the opera king to be like this.”

“If it were me, I wouldn’t make that choice, because as you just said, the racehorse girls from the Anjiang Well lineage are all very stubborn.” Upon hearing this, Wangzu shook her head, but after a long pause, she said calmly:

"...Five more minutes. In five minutes, even if our sister doesn't listen to our advice, we'll carry her back on our backs."

"People will say our Treson Academy is affiliated with the mafia, please don't do that..." Dorothy said helplessly from the side, thinking to herself that her student council president's personality was as domineering as ever...

"I wonder if the student council president of Treson Academy in Japan wouldn't be as tough as my own?" Doromi couldn't help but think. However, if she knew more about Rudolf's symbolism, perhaps she wouldn't have said such a thing. Instead, she would have wondered if all student council presidents of Treson Academy around the world were aiming to be tyrants.

"Hmm? President, look over there." Duromi seemed to have noticed something and asked, pointing to a figure running towards them.

"This is... oh, that minister of the Overlord." The nobleman recognized Wada at a glance and said with a smile:

"Then we shouldn't need to worry about this. With the most loyal ministers here, this overlord will surely listen to our advice."

"Ah... really, I also want such a loyal subject. I'm starting to get a little jealous of my sister."

……

"Great opera! That's it for today's practice. We need to head back now!"

"Hahahaha! Ryuji! Such a raging storm! It's a challenge to me, the Overlord! Returning to a warm cottage amidst such cruel beauty is not the style of an Overlord!"

However, the opera singer noticed the figure of Wada holding the raincoat and heard what he said, but the overlord remained unmoved, continuing to move forward in the torrential rain while shouting loudly:

"I am like the petrel in the storm! Let the storm rage on!"

"We will overcome all obstacles and difficulties—all for the sake of singing our grand opera on the world's stage—"

"brush!"

However, at that very moment, before the opera had even finished, she suddenly felt a loss of weight. Her feet seemed to have landed on an exceptionally soft patch of soil, and she slipped, falling forward.

With a dull thud, Hotan, the distant noble family, and Doremi were all startled by this sudden scene. For a moment, their hearts seemed to stop beating.

"Good opera?!" It was Wada who was the first to react. He dropped the raincoat he was holding and immediately went forward to pick up the opera. In the process, he almost lost his footing and fell flat on his face.

Fortunately, he steadied himself and hugged the tyrant's slightly thin body. At that moment, Good Opera also raised its head and looked at Hetian.

However, I don't know if it was because of the pain from the fall, or because the torrential rain made my vision blurry.

At that moment, Wada vaguely saw a tear slowly sliding down from the eyes of the opera singer…

"Good Opera?! Are you in pain?!" When Wada noticed Good Opera's tears, his heart skipped a beat. He immediately picked her up in his arms and rushed towards the infirmary.