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

However, this does not prevent him from cherishing the present moment and every second he spends with "good opera".

"I'm sorry, Good Opera... I've imagined so many times what I would say to you if we met again." Wada also said softly, holding "Good Opera":

"But now, when I actually see you, I can't say a word... I just feel that even just watching you and feeling your presence is enough for me."

Are you satisfied...?

However, "Good Opera" smiled gently upon hearing this. She seemed to have recovered, and the sadness had completely dissipated from her. In its place was a gentle emotion that she only felt for Wada.

"...But I'm not satisfied with that, Wada."

"Is there anything else you want to do? Good opera, we still have time." Wada paused slightly, but quickly asked "good opera" with a hint of nervousness.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? I will do my best to help you fulfill them, as long as it is within my power."

“This is very simple, Wada, of course you can do it.”

At that moment, "Good Opera" raised her eyebrows and gave a very mischievous smile. Then, under Wada's slightly nervous gaze, her cherry blossom-colored lips moved slightly as she spoke:

"Can I sleep in the same bed with you tonight?"

"...?"

……

"What are you doing! You pervert! You freak! Don't use my body to do this kind of thing!"

However, in her mind, the true good opera was on the verge of collapse. She desperately tried to regain control of her body and end this absurd and shameful scene completely—something she would never do or say!

Who is she? Good Opera! Although she is always aloof about her beauty, there are still many horse racers who fall at the feet of her unique confidence and captivating charm. Raging Waves is just one of them. In fact, many casual horse racers admire Good Opera's charm to the extreme.

Even so, Good Opera is very self-disciplined. Although she treats her fans very well, she almost never has any physical contact with them, and she rarely even shakes hands. When faced with some more enthusiastic fans of Uma Musume, Good Opera will just use her unique smile to cover it up and then quietly leave.

But what on earth happened? How could she be controlled by another version of herself, lying in bed with her trainer, her most loyal subject?!

"Give me back my body! Quickly! Don't use your will to control my body and make me do things I won't do!"

"...Oh? You mean you don't want to do that?"

And Good Opera didn't know how long she shouted like that before she finally received a soft response from another version of herself, only to hear her say in a calm tone:

“If you really don’t want to do this, I will give my body back to you soon—of course, after the child is asleep and I am satisfied.”

"But before that, don't disturb me, my other self. This is the thing I want to do most before I leave. Don't disturb me."

"...Just consider this a request I'm making to you."

However, the voice of "Good Opera" gradually calmed Good Opera down. For the first time, Good Opera heard a pleading tone in the words of another version of itself.

The tone of her other self also made the opera singer unconsciously feel a bit sad... Perhaps it was because this was another version of herself. The opera singer couldn't imagine what had happened if the other person was really her future self, that would make her even make a plea at this moment.

But that kind of sadness... good opera seems to allow one to empathize.

Good Opera remained unresponsive, but in reality, Good Opera also recovered in a daze. It was already late at night, and just as she had said, she had done just that. At this moment, in the team's room, she was indeed lying on the same bed as Wada—albeit back to back.

Wada was very nervous, his body stiff the entire time, but Hao Opera was very relaxed, saying softly:

"...Can't you sleep?"

"..." Wada did not answer, but in fact, he had been in this position for an hour without moving.

Sleeping in the same bed with Good Opera... To be honest, Wada had never thought of such a thing. Although he had a good relationship with Good Opera, he had never thought of sleeping in the same place with Good Opera. Before this, he had never thought that if Good Opera turned into a girl, he would be lying in the same bed with her.

Now, the most unlikely thing has happened, how could Wada not be nervous? Especially since... he could clearly feel the irrepressible, almost bursting, affection that Good Opera had for him.

He wasn't stupid. Even if it were Chi Tian, ​​if he were lying in bed with the Gold Master like this, he would know what would probably happen next.

At that moment, suddenly, a cool little hand from the opera touched Hetian's forehead, startling him.

"...You're sweating, Wada. It seems you're really not used to having a girl lying next to you."

"In that case, would you like to borrow my thigh?"

The next moment, before Wada could answer, he felt "Good Opera" slowly sit up on the bed. Wada felt his head being lifted slightly, and soon he felt a warm touch against the back of his head.

"Wouldn't this make you feel more relaxed?"

At this moment, sitting on the bed, "Good Opera" and Wada looked at each other. In the darkness, Wada couldn't even tell whether "Good Opera's" pupils were chestnut or pink.

"Don't be nervous, Hotan, relax. I'm always here for you, I won't leave."

"Good Opera" gently stroked Wada's hair with its palm, helping him relax his tense muscles. This actually had some effect. Slowly, after Wada closed his eyes, feeling the soft whispers and gentle touch from "Good Opera," he truly relaxed.

"Relax...relax...Hotan."

"You've done very well, really well enough, don't be nervous anymore."

“You…don’t need to live in my shadow, Wada…you no longer need to prove anything to me.”

Go out, Hotan, truly go out from the name of "Good Opera".

Only in this way can you be your true self, and only in this way can you become a truly top-notch trainer.

"You...don't need me anymore."

In the darkness, amidst the soft murmurs of fine opera, a single, crystal-clear tear slowly fell onto the sleeping face of Hotan.

The next moment, all that could be seen was the figure of the opera singer gazing at Wada's face. After a long, long time, she gently bent her waist...

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, the shadows of their faces overlapped in that instant. Under the moonlight, she poured out all her love and longing without the young man's knowledge...

Chapter 170: Mr. Nase is coming to see Wada?

For some time afterward, Hotan never saw a "good opera" again.

When Wada woke up that day, he remembered that he was still in the same lap-pillow position with Kogeki. When he woke up and Kogeki opened her eyes again, she had regained her pink eyes. The biggest impact was that her knees, which had been used as a pillow by Wada all night, were temporarily unable to get up.

Unfortunately, Wada had no choice but to give the opera a day off to recuperate, since he couldn't train if his knees were sore.

Moreover... although Wada wasn't quite sure, judging from Hao Geju's expression, she clearly knew what "she" had done yesterday. However, after the night had passed, Hao Geju hadn't been in a good state of mind.

In the days that followed, whenever she noticed Wada's gaze, her cheeks would involuntarily turn bright red, and she would quickly turn her head away, as if she were angry or shy, turning her ear away as if she didn't want to pay attention to Wada.

As for where "Good Opera" has gone... Now, what Wada can confirm is that "Good Opera" still exists, it's just that she simply doesn't really want to see Wada right now.

"...Trainer Wada, what happened between you and Haoge Opera? Why has your relationship been so strained lately?"

Naze Fumino had obviously noticed this as well. A few days later, when she found that the relationship between Wada and Hao Geju had not improved significantly, she finally couldn't help but ask, "The competition is approaching. If a rift develops at this time, it won't be good for Hao Geju's performance."

"...I don't think it's a rift, but rather some minor misunderstandings that occurred when I couldn't see them."

Wada wasn't stupid, of course. He could guess from "Good Opera's" reaction that something "Good Opera" had done while controlling the body had made "Good Opera" feel extremely ashamed, which was why "Good Opera" found it so hard to look Wada in the eye now. He guessed it wasn't just about the lap pillow incident; there might be something else...

Although Hetian didn't know the specifics of what was done, he could roughly guess. Therefore, he felt that the reaction to a good opera was actually quite normal.

"The training of Good Opera during this period... Trainer Hotan, I don't know if you have noticed, but I always feel that Good Opera's training during this period is lacking a very important feeling."

Upon hearing this, Fumino Naze shook her head and said softly to Wada, "It's a feeling of giving your all to surpass a certain goal—I used to observe the training for Good Opera, and this kind of competition was very intense, but in the last few days, that feeling for Good Opera has disappeared."

“This is not a good sign, Trainer Wada, especially at a time like the Chrysanthemum Festival. I think you should probably have a good talk with the opera.”

“…I will, Trainer Naze, thank you for everything you’ve done.”

Naze Fumino's words finally made Wada's expression slightly serious. However, Wada felt that now was not the right time to talk to Good Opera. Right now, Good Opera needed some time to adjust itself.

Watching Wada slowly leave, Naze Fumino seemed much more relaxed after figuring out many things during this time. She regained her competence and spirit as a sophisticated urban woman, and it was clear that her psychological pressure had been greatly reduced.

Just then, Naze Fumino's phone rang. When she answered, she heard a familiar middle-aged male voice slowly come from the other end:

"Fumino, how have you been lately? Are you still feeling energetic?"

"...Father, you've been calling a bit too frequently lately."

Upon hearing her father's voice, Fumino Naze's expression visibly relaxed a little, and she replied with a hint of helplessness, "So what's the matter this time? I'm fine. If that's all you're asking, I'll hang up now."

"Isn't that trainer named Ryuji Wada by your side?" At this moment, Mr. Nase suddenly asked this question, which made Fumino Nase slightly surprised.

However, she quickly realized what her father meant and immediately retorted, "Father, what are you thinking? Haven't I already explained it to you?"

"If you make that joke again, I won't be coming back to see you this Christmas!"

"Stop, stop, calm down, Fumino." Mr. Nase on the other end of the phone seemed to be barely able to contain his laughter, and teased, "This is the first time I've seen you so flustered, Fumino. Maybe my guess is right?"

"Do you have anything else to say?" Fumino's tone was starting to sound impatient.

"Wait! Fumino, is this really the right way to treat your father?"

"I'm sorry, but I really can't feel much sympathy for a divorced man. Please explain your purpose as soon as possible." There was still some resentment towards her father in Naze Fumino's words, but she still tried her best to ask respectfully.

Mr. Nase on the other end of the phone paused for a moment upon hearing this, but quickly regained his usual serious tone and said calmly:

"...I'm planning to come to Kyoto. I heard that you and that horse racer from Wada's company, who's known for her opera, are about to go for the final title of the Triple Crown? I plan to come to the event."

"What?" For a moment, Fumino Nase even thought she had misheard. It took her a while to react before she asked with slight surprise, "You want to come see the chrysanthemum viewing? Why?"

Others might not know, but Fumino Nase knew very well that her father was a retired legendary trainer. If Ms. Hana Tojo of Treson Academy was currently the only active "S"-rank trainer in the Central Training Center, then Fumino Nase's father was already an "S"-rank trainer when Hana Tojo was still struggling to pass her certification exams.

Moreover, there weren't as many GI races in the early years, so both the racehorses and trainers were much more prestigious back then.

Such a senior figure can be said to be a person of considerable status in the central government. Even people from the TV station would tremble in front of him. It is only because Mr. Nase has rarely appeared in public since he retired, and coupled with his low-key personality, that people easily overlook his existence.

Naise Fumino knew very well that since her father retired, he had rarely paid attention to domestic races. He had always been training Fumino as a top trainer to break out of Japan, and didn't care about domestic races—after all, there was nothing to pay attention to about the tracks that he could run with his eyes closed.

Although later on, there were other shows like Triple Crown Horse Girl, but in Fumino's memory, her father would just say "Oh" when he heard about them, and then add something like "It's pretty good," and that was it.

But this time, he actually came to Kyoto to personally watch the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Ceremony, a famous opera performance.

Although Fumino Naze also thinks that Naze has quite a good talent for opera, she is not yet absolutely confident that she can make it to a bigger stage abroad.

Why would his own father care about this? Could it be that he already thinks a good opera is worth seeing in person, like the horse races?

"It's for no reason. I just made this decision without consulting you, Fumino."

Mr. Naze, however, displayed a strong sense of fatherly authority in this matter, calmly saying to Fumino, "During this time, make sure you are in good condition for the opera. I hope that when I arrive at the venue, I will see the birth of another Triple Crown racehorse girl under the guidance of my daughter and her partner trainer, rather than any other result."

"Alright, I need to pack my things. See you at Kyoto Racecourse, my daughter."

After saying that, Mr. Nase hung up the phone, and Nase Fumino stared at her phone, puzzled, muttering to herself:

"What the hell are you doing... Father..."

Chapter 171: The Opening of the Autumn Emperor's Gift, Who Was the One Who Reminded?

Mr. Naze's words left Fumino quite confused, but Wada was completely unaware of them. Soon, as time slowly passed, the time for the Autumn Emperor's Celebration arrived first.