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

"But I hope you'll all be a little smarter when you're talking to the people above you, understand?"

“Yes… Mr. Nase… Thank you.”

Those people from the TV station didn't dare to linger. They immediately bowed to Mr. Naise to express their gratitude, and then drove away from the scene without stopping.

After a long while, Mr. Nase watched the car disappear from sight before letting out a sigh of relief and turning to look in the direction of the racetrack, muttering to himself:

"I hope I can still make it... I haven't watched the Chrysanthemum Festival in a long time, maybe I'll be able to see the next Triple Crown Girl live."

"And... Fumino, I hope you can be a little better at judging this time, and not like last time, believing the nonsense of the shaman and almost selling yourself to him."

Chapter 178: Official Opening, Chrysanthemum Appreciation!

"Dear viewers, the long-awaited GI Chrysanthemum Sho is about to begin! We can feel your enthusiasm right now. This is the ultimate showdown for the racehorse girls!"

When Misako Akasaka's excited voice fell silent, the entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.

"McQueen! McQueen! McQueen!" XN

"King of Opera! King of Opera! King of Opera!" XN

“Yes—the whole audience cheered for McQueen and the King of Opera!” Mitsuko Akasaka said to Junko Hosoe beside her, “The enthusiasm of the audience today is truly irresistible.”

“That’s right. As a favorite for the triple crown this time, Good Opera is slightly less popular than Mejiro McQueen, and is only the second most popular.” Junko Hosoe replied very gently. “It’s easy to imagine how much anticipation there is for Mejiro McQueen, a racehorse girl from the Mejiro family who aims for the Emperor’s Prize, in long-distance races.”

"However, the famous troupe member Naoto from the Good Opera has just won the Emperor's Award, which is the goal of the Mejiro family, and even broke the curse of the 'Demon in the Mansion'. I wonder if Mejiro McQueen knows about this."

Misako Akasaka promptly relayed the news to some audience members who might not have known about it, causing another uproar and sparking another wave of excitement.

"Did the renowned Rumble win the Autumn Emperor's Prize? ...Then she might become McQueen's formidable rival in the Spring Emperor's Prize."

In the audience, the Mejiro family, who had also come to watch the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Ceremony, were a very eye-catching sight. A group of beautiful girls with goose feathers sat around an old woman, occupying a small square area.

As for this news, Old Madam Meguro had just learned of it, and she murmured to herself:

"It seems that the new generation of racehorses is truly full of hidden talents... I wonder if Ryan and McQueen can win the Chrysanthemum Award this time by working together."

"Grandmother, you've already tacitly allowed Ryan and McQueen to work hard against the Society, so why are you now worried that they won't win the match?" Meguro Aldan, standing to the side, couldn't help but smile and ask, "Shouldn't this match be proof of their rebellion?"

"Perhaps that's true." At this point, Madam Meguro smiled slightly, shook her head with a touch of melancholy, and said:

"Sigh... I'm getting old. The world should really belong to you young people now..."

……

Unlike the lively atmosphere in the audience, most of the horse girls who were about to participate in the Chrysanthemum Festival were extremely nervous. Especially within the Good Opera team, Fumino Nase paced back and forth in the dressing room, anxiously asking Ikezoe beside her:

"Has Hetian not returned yet? Did something happen to him on the way?"

"I don't know, I can't get through to him on the phone at all." Ikezo waved his hand, his anxiety level was not much lower than that of Naze Fumino. The Golden Master and Makoto had already gone to wait for Wada outside the racetrack, planning to notify them as soon as Wada arrived.

As for the good opera in the lounge... she was unusually calm, her eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought. She had been in this state for some time, which made Naze Fumino and the others very uneasy.

But at that moment, a broadcast suddenly rang out, startling everyone present.

"Please enter the racecourse in an orderly manner, race girls. The GI Chrysanthemum Sho is about to begin. Please enter the field in an orderly manner to warm up and enter the gate."

"It's too late!" Naze Fumino was also a little flustered. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Good Opera, only to find that Good Opera had already silently stood up.

Good Opera remained silent. Dressed in her final outfit, she was quite different from her usual confident, almost narcissistic, demeanor during competitions. Even the crown on her head seemed a bit dimmer than usual.

They were feeling very down, and even Fumino Nase and Ikezoe were completely powerless in the face of such a wonderful opera.

"A fine opera..."

"...It's alright, I'm ready."

Faced with Naze Fumino's concern, Good Opera promptly interrupted her, simply replying in calm words: "Ahead lies my path to victory, and I have no intention of handing over the triumph to anyone."

“Ryuji… he must be supporting me just as much as I am, and I will live up to his expectations.”

After saying that, Good Opera left the lounge without looking back and strolled towards the racetrack.

She walked very slowly, while many horse girls had already quickly passed by Good Opera. But Good Opera herself continued to walk at her own pace. At this moment, she was like a truly aloof overlord. No matter how many people challenged her, even if she was isolated and helpless, she was not afraid.

"—What a wonderful opera!"

But just as the opera singer was about to leave, a voice from the corridor made her instinctively freeze. Almost without hesitation, she turned around, her previously serious expression instantly transforming into a familiar smile, and called out with a hint of surprise and delight:

"Ryuji? You're here?"

On the other side of the corridor, at this crucial moment, Wada finally arrived at the scene. Nutao did not come with Wada—because when he rushed into the racetrack earlier, Nutao accidentally knocked down two staff members, and now he was probably apologizing to the two staff members who almost fainted, along with the Golden Master and Zhenjiling who were there to meet them.

But Hotan really didn't have time to pay attention to any of that right now. He arrived in front of the opera house, panting, and didn't even have time to care about his disheveled appearance.

"Great opera... I'm coming."

"I'm sorry I'm a little late, but, but..."

Wada rushed here as fast as he could, just to see a good opera one last time before the Chrysanthemum Festival begins. But when he stood before the opera, Wada was suddenly at a loss for words.

How could he encourage her? Encourage her to win this race? He had great faith in Hao Geju's abilities, but at this moment he couldn't fight alongside her; he could only watch her run alone from afar.

But at that moment, a thin finger suddenly covered Wada's mouth. A faint smile appeared on Wada's face as he softly said:

"No need to say more, Ryuji... I understand, both I and my other self understand."

"You don't need to say anything, nor do anything else. The rest is up to you, the most powerful, invincible, and trustworthy overlord."

"And you, Ryuji, my most loyal subject, my favorite... most valued trainer, you will witness the Great King's performance of the century—you will witness the arrival of the true Great King's era."

"I want you to witness all of this, Ryuji. That way, you will be fighting alongside this tyrant."

"Witness, I will surpass, I will win, I will conquer!"

After saying that, Good Opera also tiptoed slightly and gently hugged the big boy in front of her without the slightest hesitation. Just the sight of him in front of her made her feel at ease.

At this moment, Hotan understood that he didn't need to say anything more.

This is the arena for great operas, and he... should just be his most loyal advisor, that's about it.

"—Go win, good opera, go win the whole world."

"Yes, I will definitely win, no matter who my opponent is."

Yes, no matter who the opponent is.

Even if it's another version of myself, I will still defeat her on this field.

For good opera today, the real rivals on this stage are not Orihime, Naritaji, or Mejiro Rayon and Mejiro McQueen.

In this chrysanthemum appreciation competition, her only real opponent is herself.

A "phantom" of oneself who is truly stronger than oneself and at the peak of one's life.

After embracing Wada for a short while, Wada watched as the tyrant silently turned and walked back to the racetrack.

This time, the fine opera's pace remained steady, like a queen marching into her kingdom. But this time, her confident and upright posture, and the crown that shone brightly in the sunlight, all proved that the fine opera had truly returned to its peak.

Beside the "Good Opera," another figure from "Good Opera" slowly emerged, but this time she didn't say anything extra, only calmly stating:

"Want to beat me? Then try it, my other self."

"This time we're going all out. Let's see if we can surpass my peak as the 'King of the End of the Century'!"

Chapter 179: Orihime, the Adorable One Who Tears Through the Encirclement

"Oh! The much-anticipated opera is finally here!" Akasaka Misato, the commentator, immediately noticed the opera and, initially worried something had gone wrong due to the slight delay, excitedly exclaimed.

"Good opera, now striding with the same confident strides as her title of 'Overlord', has arrived at the arena! As expected of 'Overlord' Good opera, her confidence and charisma make her stand out among all the GI horse girls!"

"Without a doubt, today's opera is as spirited as ever! It will surely bring everyone a wonderful competition befitting the Overlord!"

"We finally made it." Meanwhile, Jin Lang and his group, who were waiting in the audience, knew that Wada must have made it to the venue after seeing the opera finally take the stage. This could be seen from the opera's condition. If Wada hadn't arrived, she definitely wouldn't have been in such good condition.

Not only Jin Naniwa, but also Tojo Hana, Okino, and all the horse girls in the audience breathed a sigh of relief. On stage, Special Week also shouted with all his might, "You must win! Good opera-kun!"

"Spee-chan, you're cheering for Good Opera Girl, huh? She might be your rival later on." Silent Suzuka chuckled beside her, "Is it really okay to cheer for your rival?"

"Huh? Even though we'll be rivals in the future, Good Opera must want everyone to cheer for her right now, right?" Special Zhou scratched his silly head and smiled innocently, "But I won't lose to Good Opera either! Everyone, let's cheer for Good Opera and McQueen!"

"That's right." Kusakami, from Tojo Hana's team, replied with a smile, "Cheering for your opponent, that's typical Spee-chan~"

"Then let's all cheer each other on!" Shenying enthusiastically stepped forward and shouted, "Don't lose! Great opera! We must win! Ouch!"

"You stupid Eagle, you'll be finished if you shout it out!" Amazon quickly punched Eagle on the head and covered her mouth to shut her up.

Although everyone present knew perfectly well that the radio station was involved, shouting it out in public is completely different from knowing it in private!

At this moment, Good Opera's steps were slow, but she still entered the gate very smoothly. At this moment, her gaze was not on the other racehorses on both sides of the gate, but was fixed on the front of her.

And beside Good Opera, at this moment, Good Opera was also silently preparing to run, with only one goal in mind for both of them—the finish line of victory.

On the other side, Megumi McQueen, Aimo Orihime, Naritaji, and Megumi Ryan also entered the gate one after another. When they entered the gate, the four of them exchanged glances. Obviously, they all knew what they should do in this game.

"This time, I won't hold back," Good Opera muttered to its other self beside it, startling the racehorse girl next to it.

She thought the opera was talking to her, that the opera had seen through their scheme, and for a moment, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"Save those words for when you've won, my other self." But "Good Opera" simply smiled faintly and said, "You'll never be able to get rid of me until you surpass me."

"So, let me see how you're going to win."

"—Bang!"

"The race has begun! Oh, number 2 Saima Musume started a little late and was immediately overtaken by Good Opera! Naritaji is right behind! Mejiro McQueen's start was also perfect, but he is still slightly behind."

"Oh, this time Meguro Ryan unexpectedly chose the Chama strategy and is hovering in the middle of the group, while Ai-Akihime, as always, chose her best strategy, Chama, and is conserving her energy at the back of the group. Is she planning to have a final showdown with the good opera?"

"What a perfect start! The opera is really in great form today." Amazon, sitting in the audience, nodded with satisfaction, arms crossed.

"McQueen and Narita performed very well—however, it was quite unexpected that Narita was only slightly behind McQueen in the start."

Meanwhile, the air tanker noticed this as well, his gaze falling on Narita, who was now only slightly behind McQueen in the lead group. He couldn't help but remark with a sigh:

"She clearly didn't even have the strength to compete with Nuotao during the Japanese derby, but I didn't expect her to grow so quickly on the Chrysanthemum Award stage."

"I heard that trainer Fumino Naise gave Naritaji and Orihime a period of special training before the Chrysanthemum Slam competition started." Narita Shirohito, with a blade of grass still in his mouth, said casually, "It seems that Naritaji's growth is inseparable from trainer Fumino Naise."

"Huh? But why would Trainer Naze do that?"

The conversation between the group prompted Special Zhou to ask in confusion, "Trainer Nase is now Trainer Wada's assistant, right? Why is she helping Narita and Orihime?"

"...I think they must have reached some kind of consensus, right?" After a moment of silence, Lu Duo, standing nearby, guessed.