Uma Musume is not Kamen Rider

But the old butler just pushed his eyes away, slowly left the room with a smile, and closed the door.

"?!"

Mejiro McQueen was stunned as he didn't expect his butler to betray him like this.

Being in a weak state, she was naturally no match for the strange reed-haired horse Huang Jinchuan. After a few moves, she was pulled down on the sofa in the guest room.

"You guy..."

The perspective shifted, and she felt a soft touch on her face. Mebai McQueen was stunned for a moment. She turned her head and just saw the gentle expression on Huang Jinchuan's face as he rubbed her hair.

Her white hair hung down like willow branches, her purple gem-like eyes sparkled with a different color, and her delicate cheeks exuded a different color when she was silent.

This guy is also a beautiful girl...

"Why did you suddenly remember that you are here? Don't you still have the winner's stage to go to?"

Mejiro McQueen looked away from Golden Ship's face with a guilty look on his face, his cheeks slightly red.

"Well... it's okay to skip the winner's stage once in a while..."

"Didn't you win?"

As if sensing the Golden Ship's emotions, he leaned on the Golden Ship's legs and asked this.

"Yeah, that guy Linmu Jingguang is really strong, really strong..."

There was a look of reminiscence in Huang Jinchuan's eyes. Although he responded to her with a cheerful smile in front of the copying mirror, he still lost in the end. It was impossible for him to say that he didn't mind.

"I always feel a little unwilling..."

"Win it back next time."

"It can only be the……"

Snapped!

The sudden noise made Golden Ship tremble all over, and the gloomy mood just now was suddenly swept away.

A white palm appeared in front of her, and Mejiro McQueen, who had just high-fived her, slowly withdrew his hand.

"It's really unlike you to look so depressed."

Mejiro McQueen said so.

"You didn't even go to the winner's stage, and you came here to seek comfort from me?"

"I'm worried about you. You're so lonely here alone, so I came to keep you company~"

“Stop lying!”

Mejiro McQueen straightened up and climbed up from Golden Ship's legs. His purple eyes were also full of determination as he looked into Golden Ship's eyes.

"Lying...? How could that be? I really wanted to come and visit you."

"The reason why you didn't go to the winner's stage shouldn't just be because you wanted to see me."

"..."

"Because you don't want to see her, right?"

"..."

"What a shame! The golden ship!"

Looking at the silent Golden Ship, Mubai McQueen felt his head hurt even more. He shouted loudly, causing its body to tremble.

"Where is your usual cheerful self? Just because you lost this game, you become so depressed? Is this reasonable, Golden Ship? Is this reasonable!"

"If you're not willing to give up, then go and train hard! Beat her next time! Beat that copy mirror light! What's the point of being an autistic kid here? Are you a child who hasn't been weaned?!"

"Your evasive look is really annoying."

She was panting and her body was a little overwhelmed by the continuous loud yelling. She felt dizzy and the feeling of lack of oxygen in her chest could not stop her anger at this moment.

"I……"

Huang Jinchuan was stunned. She didn't expect Mejiro McQueen to scold her like this, nor did she expect Mejiro McQueen to be able to guess what she was thinking.

To be honest, she did want to get some comfort from McQueen.

In the team, Zhou Yi's mind is too simple, and this kind of thing is obviously not suitable for her to confide her inner thoughts. The trainer is already very busy, so she won't cause him more trouble. Yamato Akagi and Vodka are also ruled out. If she looks for them, Tie will be laughed at for several weeks. The Emperor is still preparing for the war recently, and obviously cannot affect her condition.

Although she, Golden Ship, usually looks heartless, she actually knows everything in her heart.

Thinking of this, it seemed that only Mejiro McQueen could talk to her, but she didn't expect to be scolded like this in return.

Escape? Am I escaping from the mirror light?

I recalled the last moment of the race in my mind, imitating the way Jing Guang flew with a sword and cut through the clouds at the finish line...

At that moment, I must have felt fear in my heart, and I didn't dare to stand on the same field with her again...

The overwhelming gap in power made Golden Ship feel fear, and he subconsciously avoided performing on the winner's stage with Copy Mirror Light.

Really, you got it exactly right...

The Golden Ship took a deep breath.

Just as Mejiro McQueen had just said, his current appearance was really ugly.

Escaping cannot solve the problem. Isn’t this something I have understood before?

What I should do now is not to feel sorry for myself, but to prepare to defeat the mirror light next time.

A determined look reappeared in the Golden Ship's eyes, and a smile that Mejiro McQueen was familiar with appeared on his face.

"Thank you."

The Golden Ship said casually.

"Humph, I'm not saying this specifically for you. I just don't want to see someone with a stinky face hanging around in front of me."

"? Are you too proud of your reed-hair rice cake?"

“Hey! A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists! You bastard?! That’s my armpit…! Huh, huh, huh, hahahahahahahaha~~~~~”

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84. No Winner

The golden ship in the Mejiro family and Mejiro McQueen stickers did not know at this time that unprecedented changes were taking place on the winner's stage without her.

“Where are the fucking dance crew? Didn’t those idiots ever check if Lin Mo Jing Guang can dance?!”

"Report to the team leader! The people in the dance group ran out to eat pig's trotters! The person in charge they left behind said that generally the horse girls who can participate in the G1 competition are all good at dancing, so they are not needed..."

"Eating pig's trotters? Eating pig's trotters here! If the performance tonight fails, I will buy twenty toilet lids tomorrow and stuff them into the mouths of these good-for-nothings! Where's the band backstage? Match the rhythm of those two people up there! You must not let the audience see that we are in an accident now! Do you understand?"

"Team leader! The live band backstage said that their boxing routine is too hard to master! They can't keep up with the rhythm at all!"

"Even if you can't keep up, just grit your teeth and follow! As long as they make it through this wave tonight, all the pig's trotters in the dance group will be theirs tomorrow! Go now!"

The backstage of the winner's stage was already operating at a high intensity. They were racking their brains to cope with this impromptu performance of imitating the mirror light and excellent quality.

The bassist quickened the tempo, the drummer beat out the rhythm, the winner punched the air on the stage, and the audience below was manipulated by the momentum and danced wildly.

The atmosphere of the entire winner's stage scene was surrounded by a frenzy.

Being overly enthusiastic is not necessarily a good thing, because people will lose the ability to judge things rationally when they are overly excited.

Therefore, there are people who cannot stand the excessive expansion of this atmosphere.

The gas tank happens to be one of them.

Sitting in the management seat, she was the representative sent by Tresen College to oversee the normal operation of the Winners' Stage.

As the emperor's right-hand man, she is very rational in her work. A lot of the work of the Student Union is often handled by her. She is an indispensable part of the Student Union of Tresen College.

That's why she came to this place to supervise the normal progress of the winner's stage.

As a pillar of the Student Union, Qicao's thoughts are full of rationality. If not, she would not be able to handle so many Student Union affairs on a normal day. Only by keeping a rational mind can she complete her work at a high speed.

但是这绝不代表着气槽就是一位绝对理性的赛马娘，在生活日常中的她其实是一个富有外~群<5&1~７}8}8*/0|7&6~1|

A friendly horse girl, her rationality is usually only revealed on the racetrack or during working time.

And now, she who is sitting here is obviously not the older sister who can communicate gently in daily life, but a working person in a rational state.

"I'm going to stop this farce."

Qichou stood up from the management seat. As a member of the Tresen Student Union, she still had some rights.

At least you have the right to shut down a ridiculous concert.

Qi Cao's eyes were cold. She didn't like this noisy atmosphere very much because it would reduce work efficiency.

But this was not the reason why she wanted to stop the performance. After all, it was almost inevitable that the audience at a concert would get angry and make noise.

But it’s different if you are boxing on it. You have to understand that this is the winner’s stage of G1. If you allow these two horse girls to continue messing around like this, the impact will be very bad. Will the horse girls in the future still be able to regard the winner’s stage as a normal place for performances?

As the "Empress", she naturally could not allow such a situation that disrupted order to occur, so she planned to go backstage on the spot and order the person in charge to immediately shut down this concert that was going increasingly off track.

"Wait, the air tank."

Rudolph, who was sitting on the other side of the management seat with his legs crossed, symbolically stopped the angry behavior.

"President..."

“It’s good for young people to be a little noisy.”

Looking at the horse racing ladies singing happily while waving their fists wildly on the winner's stage, Rudolph said with a smile.

"But we haven't been asked for this kind of thing..."

"Then why don't I approve their application on the spot~"

"But that's not in accordance with the procedure..."

"What the hell, you're becoming more and more like those uncles from the Jockey Club. Do we still need to care about those things?"

“…But it will be troublesome.”

"If there is trouble, just deal with it. Is the power of our Tresen College just for show?"

"That's easy for you to say. Obviously, I'm the one who's going to work overtime. You're really being a hands-off manager and it's easy for you to talk without any pain."

"I have a reliable assistant."

"You know the truth."

The gas tank could not change the emperor's decision. In other words, no one could change the emperor's decision. As long as it was Rudolf, the territory of Tresen would, to a certain extent, be truly like the power of an ancient emperor.

"From now on, we just have to enjoy watching how noisy these kids can get~"

The emperor's eyes swept across the stage and finally stopped on the black figure.

"Have fun, little Jingguang."

...........................

Happy?

Copying the mirror light at this moment cannot fully understand the emotions in my chest.

The excitement of fighting with excellent people, the excitement of singing, the comfort of releasing momentum...

Several emotions mixed together, making her unable to distinguish her true emotions at the moment.

Her fist and that of the excellent quality man brushed past each other's face. The strength between them was actually well controlled. Most of the time, the force looked fast but was not enough to hurt anyone.

The two of them had just spent the past two hours, under the supervision of their boss, practicing this fancy-looking boxing technique, which actually did not cause much damage at all.

But it doesn’t matter anymore, their purpose has been achieved, which is to divert the audience’s attention.

Move away from the immature dance and move to a mature system of mutual fighting.

Using one explosive point to cover up another explosive point is a classic method of surrounding Wei to save Zhao. It is classic and easy to use.

The biggest difficulty in this operation is not anything else but whether you can deliver a punch that hits the flesh. As opponents, both parties must regard each other as opponents they must definitely defeat.

This is why the boss said before that the success or failure of this time depends on the word "opponent".

After all, even if the audience wants to watch a boxing match, they certainly don’t want to see the kind of fight where the limbs are weak.