Uma Musume is not Kamen Rider

Seeing Golden Ship rolling on the ground with his legs hugged after his instep was stepped on hard by Excellent Quality, the gloom in my mood suddenly faded a lot.

A smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the girl herself didn't even notice it.

“Senior——! Kagami-san is running really well——!”

A familiar voice came from a corner of the audience, and when she looked through the mirror, she saw the figure waving at her.

It was my silly schoolmate...

"Golden Ship, you are really handsome after being overtaken--!"

"Wait until you come back and get trained by the trainer--!"

Especially around him, Vodka and Yamato Akagi launched a ruthless criticism of the Golden Ship.

"Long-winded."

The Golden Ship curled its lips, looking as if its defenses were broken.

It's so annoying. I used the best belt pairing! I didn't expect that I would still be criticized after doing this.

Damn it, I’m so unwilling!

“Nice run.”

While she was staring at the jokes of the crowd in a daze, the horse girl with short green hair walked in front of her and said.

"Nebula Sky, make friends."

"...Oh, copying the mirror light..."

He subconsciously held the hand that Xingyun Tiankong was holding, and Lin Mo Jingguang, who had a social phobia, started to not know what to say next.

"I won't let you catch up easily next time."

The deep blue eyes were filled with determination, and Nebula Sky looked straight into the girl's eyes.

"..."

Looking at these eyes that were the same deep blue as the Emperor's, the copy mirror light saw a familiar color in them.

That is the desire to win the game...

It was a useless thing that she had discarded when she became the "Disqualified Horse Girl".

But why do I think this thing is so beautiful now?

The girl looked at the horse racing ladies who were applauding her from behind.

Although they experienced failure, there was no fear in their eyes, only the desire to win the next game.

It was exactly the same as when she was competing with Sakura Shinou. The parasitic shadow broke away from Sakura Shinou, but she had to rely on her own will to drag her body that was on the verge of limit forward. The look in Sakura Shinou's eyes at that time was exactly the same as the look between them.

“Really… I lost to you guys…”

Lin Mojingguang smiled and walked towards them.

Good night, Makkabaka

78. Probably sent

"This way, this way..."

"Is the backstage sound system tuned up?"

"Lighting test, lighting test..."

At this moment, in front of the copy mirror, the sound of the staff was busy.

The hard-working staff are preparing carefully for the winner's stage to be held in the evening.

The large team of hundreds of people was demonstrating superb efficiency at this time, and everything on the scene was managed in an orderly manner by the staff.

"……Amazing."

"really……."

Lin Mo Jingguang stood beside the stage, watching the staff members slowly perfecting the stage with quick movements, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The destroyer floated beside the copying mirror light and was also shocked by its efficiency.

Can we only say that this is a professional team? The efficiency of setting up the winner's stage is too fast.

The venue for the winner's stage is a stadium that has been decided in advance, but the stage, lighting, sound and other facilities require a professional team to personally debug and install them.

"Are they always like this...?"

"After all, they are a professional team hired to build the stage for us. It would be strange if they were not so efficient."

In response to the question raised by Lin Mo Jing Guang, Nei Qia, who had two red ponytails, shook her tails and answered.

"I always feel like I'm a little sorry for these hard-working staff..."

A trace of shame appeared on Lin Mo Jingguang's face.

It’s embarrassing to say that she was unable to participate in the winner’s stage in almost all of the competitions since her debut due to physical reasons. When I think about how so many people worked hard to build the stage and was wasted by her...

Damn, I want to die...

"What's there to be upset about? Anyway, the stage won't stop turning because of one missing center. Without you, we still have those second and third guys to support us, right? It won't collapse."

The saboteur's reaction was not as big as the copyist's. He just made a few comments and passed the matter over.

"But holding a concert after the competition is over, it seems a bit unreasonable."

"That's the rule, we should follow it, right?"

“That’s right…”

He looked at his feet in the mirror. The destroyer used two additions, and he used the superposition technique. In fact, his legs were already very sore at this time.

Now, whenever someone touches the girl's thigh, the extremely sour and painful feeling will hit her brain directly.

Is it really possible to sing and dance on the stage with legs in this condition?

Did the former president also endure this kind of pain and dance for the audience on the stage?

In the office of Tresen College, a chestnut-haired horse girl suddenly sneezed.

The blush on Uma Musume's face after her performance on the winner's stage may not be due to exercise, it may also be due to the unbearable pain in her feet!

Lin Mo Jingguang clenched his fists, feeling that he had grasped the truth, while the excellent quality standing next to Lin Mo Jingguang looked at him strangely.

"I always feel like you're thinking of something rude..."

“No, no way~ Ahahaha…”

He immediately dispelled the wild thoughts in his mind and put on a serious expression while copying the mirror light.

"By the way, Necha, you actually have time to chat with me here. Where's the Golden Ship? Why can't I see her?"

Excellent quality. He glanced at the copy mirror and started to speak.

"I just feel more comfortable standing here. I didn't decide to stay here because I saw you so pitiful all alone. As for the Golden Ship, she just said she had something to do and ran away."

"Is that so? Thank you so much, Necha."

"I've already said that I didn't stay here just for you. I would treat anyone else the same way."

"Necha is a good man, I understand."

"No, this has nothing to do with whether I'm a good person or not!"

Lin Mojingguang couldn't help laughing when he saw Excellent Suzhi's red face.

"Is this guy a tsundere? Tsunderes have been out of fashion now, and this kind of personality is not popular."

The destroyer seemed to have become the one responsible for making comments, and launched an astonishing offensive of comments.

"It's obvious that the character setting of the complaining role is not popular." Lin Mo Jingguang muttered softly.

"If I wasn't here to make fun of you, you would be bored to death just from the training before the games these days."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

After perfunctorily saying a few words to the saboteur, Lin Mojingguang turned around and looked at the horse racing girl standing next to him.

Since the end of the competition, Lin Mo Jingguang could clearly feel that the distance between himself and Excellent Suzhi had narrowed a lot. Excellent Suzhi seemed to be indifferent when he talked to her before, but now they can joke with each other like good friends.

Could it be that the plot in the comics really exists?

It turns out that making friends through running is real?

Although the ideas of copying the mirror light are just wild thoughts, the distance between it and excellent quality has been actually narrowed a lot.

It is not so much that Linmi Jingguang did something to approach the excellent quality, but rather that the excellent quality began to actively approach Linmi Jingguang after the competition.

Lin Mo Jingguang didn't care about it, because she suddenly found that her social phobia seemed to be useless in the face of excellent qualities.

Although his face still looked expressionless, there were no major problems in communication.

The girl is already very satisfied that the excellent qualities are willing to wait here with her for the stage to be set for the winner.

If Nei Qia hadn't been there, she would probably have just sat there watching the staff busying around.

It’s so boring just thinking about it.

Eh……?

What did you just say about excellent quality?

Copying Jingguang, who was busy daydreaming, obviously forgot what Excellent Quality had just said, so he had to ask Neiqia again what he had just said.

"Should we practice choreography together?" Excellent Quality sighed unhappily and could only repeat his words again.

It’s over, it ...!

I forgot to practice dancing!

The Emperor of the East China Sea had promised her to give him special dance training, but he was busy training in competition skills, and she didn't learn anything about dancing!

"Destroyer, save me-!"

There are still two hours until the concert starts. It is probably too late to learn dancing from now on, but Linmi Jingguang has not given up hope. As long as there are saboteurs, no difficulty will be a problem...

The destroyer returned to his inner space and materialized a piece of paper with Chinese characters written on it in his hand.

There was only one word written on the white paper.

"send!"

79. Let’s go learn to dance

"You don't know how to do that..."

Lin Mojingguang had a worried look on his face. Seeing how hard the staff were working, he felt ashamed to say that he couldn't go on stage.

"How about we go up and transform everyone completely?"

As expected of a disruptor, his ideas are truly novel.

"Transform..."

I lowered my head and imagined the scene a little bit...

Holding a microphone, she walked on the stage while singing. When the rhythm of the song reached its climax, she suddenly transformed! The belt shone brightly, various light pollution special effects appeared around her, and the gorgeous armored suit covered her body when the atmosphere reached its peak...

Sounds pretty good.

When I think about it carefully, it feels pretty good... What the hell!

The audience couldn't see the armored suit, and if she really shouted out that she had transformed on the stage, the audience would just think that this was some kind of middle school girl attack, leaving her alone on the stage laughing awkwardly.

Turtle, what kind of new-age torture is this? You might as well just kill me with one knife, that would be quicker.

I have dug out a three-bedroom and one-living room with my toes on the floor, thank you.

"Can you come up with a more serious approach?"