Tresen's five horses tore me apart

It wasn't just the impression given by the game portraits; he had also heard in Tresen about Vice President Qi Cao's reputation for being harsh and unkind.

All I can say is that the stereotypes about Uma Musume are true.

Judging from what Qicao said, I'm afraid he will send me food in the near future. In this case, I should thank him properly.

But what kind of thank-you gift would be appropriate?

He also remembered that Qi Cao probably liked ladybugs. He hated other bugs, but liked ladybugs.

The problem is that I can't give away a whole bunch of ladybugs. It's really not a suitable gift.

Then Bai Le remembered that the gas tank would shout encouraging slogans to the flowers while watering them.

Then she should also like to grow flowers. It should be feasible to find a way to give her some flowers when the time comes, and then match them with some other things.

After setting the general plan, Bai Le started eating a little faster to avoid repeating the same mistake.

After eating, he began to carefully put away the lunch boxes.

"How about I wash it and send it back?"

Bai Le asked tentatively.

"How can you wash dishes like this?"

Qi Cao shook his head, then put the packed food box back into the bag and held it in his hand.

"I'll come again tomorrow, at 11 noon."

She stared at Bai Le, or to be more precise, at the oil stains on his clothes for a few seconds, and finally said.

"Okay, I'll be home then. Want another cup of barley tea?"

Bai Le naturally understood what he meant, nodded quickly, and then asked another question.

"No need."

The empress waved her free hand gracefully, then walked out the door without looking back.

"Goodbye, see you tomorrow."

Bai Le shouted at the closed door, not knowing whether the person on the other end heard him.

With Uma Musume's hearing ability, she should be able to hear it.

Bai Le shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.

The major issues in life were resolved at lunch. Although there was an even more important issue regarding dinner, for the time being he still wanted to think about his plans for the next few days.

I can't just play with my phone like this.

Then the most important thing is to find a way to eat quickly so as not to keep people waiting for a long time.

Bai Le quickly thought of a method and tried it out.

Needless to say, the effect is really good.

The next day, the weather was fine.

The sunny weather dispelled the moisture, but the direct sunlight only changed the cooking method, from slow steaming at low temperature to direct grilling over an open flame.

Bai Le was waiting for the guests at home on time.

When there was a knock on the door, he checked his watch. It was exactly 11:00.

"You're right on time, Vice President Qi Cao. It's so hot out here, would you like a cup of barley tea?"

Bai Le opened the door, then walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and took out the barley tea that had been freshly brewed last night.

"it is good."

The empress nodded, then carried the food box to the front of the table and began to place the food on the table, while Bai Le naturally took a new disposable cup to pour tea.

Soon, the aroma of food filled the small apartment, and a cup of ice-cold barley tea with mist hanging on it was held in Qi Chou's hand.

"Ha, a sip of this in this weather is more comfortable than beer. Today's food smells delicious and seems to be still warm. Thank you for your hard work, Vice President."

After Bai Le drank a glass of wine, he smelled the food and his index finger started to ache... but he didn't move.

There is a splint inside and plaster outside, so it can't move.

Perhaps because of someone's previous suicidal behavior, the doctor strengthened his protection with a plaster splint and increased the weight of the plaster support to fix him firmly.

"Yesterday I made some modifications to the drywall. It was very slippery before, but this modification has corrected the problem and it should be less troublesome."

He said to the gas tank with a little pride.

Looking up, he saw that there was an extra groove on the plasterboard of Bai Le's right hand, near the base of his index finger. Now he stuck the handle of the spoon in it and held it with the only movable thumb on his right hand. This way, it was fixed quite firmly, greatly reducing the risk of the spoon sliding back and forth on the plasterboard and falling out of his hand.

Then the man used the spoon to eat in a somewhat stiff manner.

You know what, it looks okay, except that it's a little dull.

"not bad."

After holding it in for a long time, Qicao really didn't know what to say, so he could only give this comment.

"Yeah, I think it's pretty good too. Maybe we should find a way to install a small fixture on the plaster, and then use our thumb to adjust the position of the spoon. That way it would be more flexible when eating."

Bai Le said excitedly.

As an engineering student, he is very interested in making small things and inventing little things.

Even if the gas tank didn't respond, Bai Le didn't care.

Today, because of the new arm accessory modification, Bai Le's eating speed is obviously a step faster than yesterday.

"Vice President Qi Cao, see you tomorrow."

Just like yesterday, after packing up his things, Qi Cao refused Bai Le's second cup of tea. Bai Le sent the vice president out and waved goodbye.

"Oh no, I forgot something."

After a few minutes, Bai Le slapped his forehead and wanted to open the door to chase out.

But when he put his hand on the door handle, he remembered that with the horse girl's running speed, she must have run two or three kilometers by now, and he would definitely not be able to catch up with her.

Then he didn't have the contact information of the gas tank.

"Now I can only go to school early tomorrow to tell them."

Bai Le sighed and muttered.

Tomorrow is the day to change the dressing. Bai Le thought that if he went to school in the morning, he could change the dressing directly in the cafeteria, so he wouldn't have to trouble the vice president to make another trip. As a result, he temporarily forgot about this matter.

However, this is really not a big deal. He has to go to school tomorrow anyway, so he can just tell them in person.

Playing with the phone, the next day will be the day to change the dressing.

"It looks like he's recovering well. The next dressing change will be in two days."

The doctor gave medical advice after examination.

"Okay, thank you doctor."

Bai Le thanked the doctor and went to the student union.

"Please come in."

After knocking on the door, a calm yet majestic voice came from inside.

"It's you, Bai Lejun, what happened?"

Rudolph Symbol looked up and asked.

"Nothing serious happened. Today is the day for the dressing change. I thought I'd just come to school in the morning to change it and then have lunch in the cafeteria. I wouldn't have to bother asking Vice President Qi Cao to bring me food. But I forgot to tell her about this yesterday, and I don't have her contact information. So after much thought, I decided to just contact the Student Union."

"I see. I'll notify the gas tank. Don't worry, Bai Lejun. Thank you for the trouble you made."

"It's not that hard. I was supposed to come to the hospital today to change the dressing. If I had remembered this in time yesterday, I wouldn't have to trouble President Rudolph."

"It's okay. This matter is related to Tresen's students, so it's the responsibility of the Student Union."

"Thank you, President Rudolph. I'll take my leave now."

"Wait a moment."

It was Rudolf who symbolically called out to Bai Le who was about to leave.

30. The Emperor's Thoughts

When Qi Cao arrived at the student union office, she immediately smelled a familiar scent, which made her frown.

"President Rudolph, has anyone been here just now?"

"Well, Bai Lejun asked me to tell you that he's coming to the hospital today to change his dressings and take care of lunch, so you don't need to bother going over there."

Rudolph spoke without even looking up, his work never stopping. The sounds of documents being flipped and stamped played in unison like a symphony.

"...Well, I understand."

Chi Chui paused for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Have you made any new discoveries in the past few days?"

"No, but I think he must have had a hard time. He has nothing to live in and only a few clothes."

"So, do you think he's suitable?"

Rudolph paused in stamping and looked up at his vice-president.

"I don't want to question the president's judgment, but at this point, I don't see how he exhibits any more suitable qualities than others."

After hesitating for a moment, Qicao decided to tell the truth.

She agreed with the ideals that Rudolph symbolized and was willing to help the student council president, but she was really confused about the current situation.

"Haven't you already seen the talent for identifying Uma Musume's abilities?"

"Maybe it's just a coincidence. Some people just have this inexplicable belief in their own ideas. President, you know that this kind of fanaticism is irrational, but it's actually impossible to achieve."

Although not directly stated, the meaning of the gas groove is already obvious.

As the vice president and Rudolf's symbolic right-hand man, she did not particularly agree with Bai Le's conclusions drawn from her observations over the past few days.

It's not like Qicao hasn't seen people like that before. They are very eloquent and their beliefs are very firm at the beginning. There is no doubt that such an attitude and personality are actually very contagious and convincing to Uma Musume.

After all, Umamusume generally tends to be emotional, and can distinguish the truth from falsehood in words, so it is quite easy to be deceived when facing such people. After all, such people themselves don’t actually know that they are lying.

However, whether it is eloquence or belief, it can easily appear pale and powerless when faced with cruel reality, especially when reality is completely opposite to what you think.

When failure strikes again and again, no matter how good your eloquence or how firm your belief is, you cannot change the reality. When you realize this, both people and horse girls will collapse.

From Qi Cao's perspective, Bai Le is actually such a person, and he is not a trainer now, so he can say such things even more unscrupulously.

He is just a person who gives suggestions off the field. If you succeed, it means he plays well. If you fail, why would you, a professional, listen to his amateur's nonsense?

Being in the student council position, Chi Cao could see much more than the average horse girl, and she was also sure that Rudolph Symbol was aware of this.

Today, she finally spoke her mind, and then she looked towards Rudolph, hoping that the president she had always trusted could give her an answer.

"Qi Chuo, do you know how we have always judged the adaptability of our own venues and running styles?"

Rudolph did not answer directly, but asked in return.

"As for the track, you usually just run a few times to see which track is faster. You'll have a rough idea of what you're good at, but it's generally believed that strong and explosive horsegirls are better suited to mud. The choice of running style depends on the horsegirl's personality and the race situation."

"Well, that's basically it."

Rudolph nodded symbolically in response to the vice president's answer.

These are basically common sense that both horse girls and trainers know, and are written in textbooks. There is nothing wrong with Qigou's answer.

"This is indeed the method we have been using until now. We can't say there are no problems, but it is indeed working and has produced results."

"So, President, do you think that person might invent a new method to determine site suitability and foot quality?"

Qi Cao frowned slightly.

Foot quality is a brief term for adaptability to running style, corresponding to the four strategies of horse racing girls: the escape horse that leads from the beginning to the end (leading horse); the first horse that stays behind the first horse and makes the effort at the last moment (following horse); the poor horse that is in the middle position and starts to make the effort at the end (center horse); and the chasing horse that maintains physical strength at the back of the team throughout the race and bursts out to decide the outcome at the last moment (chasing horse).

The different levels of proficiency of Uma Musume in various running styles will affect her performance in the competition when using that running style. Generally speaking, the more proficient a running style is, the better her performance will be.

However, there is no absolute rule for which running method to use. Sometimes adopting an unexpected strategy will disrupt the opponent's deployment.

After all, each running strategy has its own advantages and disadvantages. During the competition, you must study the key opponents and restrict their running methods so that they cannot give full play to their strengths. This is also a very important part.