Umamusume's days are numbered

The image of fine opera is just as perfect today...it's like the sun on earth. Alice Digital, radiant with happiness, is enveloped in the king's brilliance.

The pride and self-esteem inherent in good opera cannot be concealed even when dressed in a butler's uniform. She doesn't look like a real butler, but rather like a foreign prince performing an opera... Because it's good opera, she looks like she's performing an opera no matter what she wears.

I reluctantly give her a score of 75. Although she is so dazzling, as a butler, she not only needs to be dazzling, but also needs to be able to protect her master's magnanimity.

The telescope moved again, and this time the Rudolf symbol came into view.

"Guest, here is your coffee, please enjoy." Rudolf bowed slightly and placed the coffee in front of the guest.

An emperor is an emperor; everything he does must be perfect. This applies to competitions and even to serving as a butler.

Perfect, flawless.

That alluring smile lingering on his lips, that upright figure bowing slightly before you—how could you not be moved by such a perfect person displaying such loyalty before you?

Can you tolerate this? Aili Digital can't.

A butler who is perfect in every way! The classic represents an unshakeable correct answer! It's like the truth that one plus one equals two!

Ali Digital gave it a high score of 95! The only drawback is that the heaving of Rudolph's chest is too much, making it look less masculine. Although this is an unforgivable physical defect, Ali Digital's judges are always strict.

This is an unacceptable mistake.

My gaze continued to move to the side.

"Here you are, sir. Your coffee. Sorry for the wait." Platinum frowned as he placed the coffee on the table.

"What kind of attitude is this?" Fuji Koji slammed his fist on the table. "I'm a guest too, okay? Is this how you treat a guest?"

"Tsk." Platinum clicked his tongue, then immediately smiled broadly. "Dear guest, your coffee is here. Is there anything else you need? Would you like me to feed you spoonful by spoonful?"

After saying those words, Bai Jin's face immediately fell again: "So, are you satisfied now?"

"Hey you—even if you're going to change your attitude, can't you at least turn away from me?"

"Don't nag, this is part of the service."

"I'm paying for your sour face?"

"Our coffee shop is thriving, dear."

After watching the entire video, Aili Digital stood up, closed her eyes, and clenched her fists.

This, this is really...

Aili Digital gritted her teeth, turned the backpack upside down, and spilled all the contents out with a clatter.

Besides the camera and notebook, there were several textbooks and a few ballpoint pens. Aili Digital opened the math textbook, opened the ballpoint pen, and quickly crossed out all the equations.

I was wrong, Aili Digital was wrong.

One plus one does not equal two.

How perfunctory I was, thinking that the classics were the best and that truth must be truth.

The Venus de Milo tells us that beauty is beauty. Even without arms, even dressed in rags, beauty is still beauty.

Humans are born into this world completely unprotected. Therefore, everything else is merely a constraint that humans impose on themselves.

Clothing is like this, accessories are like this, and cosmetics are like this too.

No matter what clothes you wear, what expression you make, or what persona you adopt—

It's beautiful if it looks good, and perfect if it's perfect.

God—

Starting today, I'm establishing the Platinum Cult. I'm going to become Platinum's number one fan!

Sitting in the coffee shop, the carp leaping over the dragon gate suddenly felt a chill, and its two ears on the top of its head stood up sharply, and even its tail stood up.

"what happened to you?"

Carp Leaping Over the Dragon Gate sniffed the air and frowned: "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I smell my sister's scent."

It's that kind of feeling, like someone with bad intentions is determined to steal your favorite toy.

Episode 44 The Way of the Butler in Good Opera

Leaving aside the chaos and bloodshed that Ali Digital will cause at school after the carp leaps over the dragon gate, let's focus on the butler café.

The fan appreciation event is similar to a school open day, allowing visitors from outside the school to enter and tour the campus. Those who visit Treson College are mostly horse racing enthusiasts or fans of certain horse races.

—In other words, the Thanksgiving Festival is not just an ordinary festival, but an opportunity for fans to get up close and personal with their favorite Uma Musume idols.

For most horse racing girls, the appreciation festival is a time for fun. But for the star horse racing girls, this event is quite tiring.

Especially historically significant racehorses like Rudolph Symbol, which have gone down in history.

So you get it now? The number of people isn't related to what the event is, but rather to the horse girls present.

As a result, the Butler Cafe was packed.

The store was beyond crowded—the space inside the café was actually quite large, but it was still too small for the number of customers. It wasn't just a matter of taking a number; apart from a few tables occupied, the surrounding area was packed with people.

For everyone who comes here, having a cup of coffee is naturally the best outcome. But if you can't get coffee, taking a photo with your idol is also wonderful.

"Please enjoy your coffee." Rudolf greeted the guests with an air of composure, seemingly oblivious to the flashing lights and the dense crowd around him, showing no sign of tension or unease.

Not only Rudolf, but also the air tank and the opera are the same. After all, these people are veterans who have honed their skills many times on the field and on television programs.

In comparison...

"Come on, Platinum, smile at the camera." Li Yuelongmen held up his phone towards Platinum, but she quickly covered the camera lens.

"Photography is prohibited in this store."

"How could I ask for that?" Carp Leaping Over the Dragon Gate blinked its big, watery eyes, "Everyone's taking pictures, I want to have a wonderful memory with my idol too!"

Seeing the obsequious manner of the carp leaping over the dragon gate, Fuji Koji felt goosebumps all over his body.

"By the way, Bai Jin, aren't you going to entertain the other guests?" Fuji Koji looked around.

"You all see that, right?" Platinum pointed to the surrounding tourists. "Everyone's here for the president and the others. Even if I join them, it'll just be pointless."

"This is not a coffee shop at all, but a cruel arena where a group of racehorse girls compete for attention and secretly compare their popularity. Whoever is surrounded by more people is more popular and can gain the upper hand."

“A newcomer like me can only be considered this much.” Platinum held up her little finger. “Going there would only be pointless.”

"Why do you always manage to portray normal things in such a dark light?"

“It’s okay—I love Platinum the most—in my heart you will always be number one—” Standing to the side, Carp Leaps Over the Dragon Gate shouted with his hands cupped like megaphones.

Watching the carp leap over the dragon gate, Fuji Koji gritted his teeth in anger.

Don't tell anyone I know you when you go out, it'll be embarrassing.

He values ​​romantic relationships more than friendships.

Tap tap tap. Loud footsteps.

“No, the Great Tree Express. This little platinum lady is right.” Good Opera, adorned with beautiful earrings and a crown, strides toward this place.

"Thank you, I am Fuji Koji."

“Even in a small coffee shop, fierce competition still exists. Whether on the field or elsewhere, competition is inevitable.” Ignoring Fuji Koji’s words, Good Opera continued talking to itself.

"And since racehorse girls are such competitive creatures, they will definitely start comparing themselves to others. Even if they don't show it on the surface, they will definitely think so in their hearts."

"Take me for example. Even someone as dazzling as me has to admit that the Emperor's radiance is so intense. It seems that I am not the only protagonist today." Shaking his head, he sighed softly, as if chanting.

"but!"

Suddenly, Good Opera grabbed Platinum's wrist and pulled her close to him.

"This idea is by no means sordid or dark."

"On the contrary, the existence of competitiveness may be cruel, but it is also glorious and worthy of praise."

"Whether now or on the field—is it shameful to have the desire to win?"

"No, no!"

Good Opera, without a second thought, pulled Platinum to the center of the crowd, completely ignoring Platinum's disgusted look.

In other words—

Good opera points its index finger to the sky.

"The way of serving is the way of a race!"

"The core of both is the same!"

This is precisely what makes a good opera: self-admiring yet dazzling.

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Platinum was genuinely amused by those few words about good opera.

Do you think that by speaking illogically with a serious expression you can increase the persuasiveness of your words?

As a result, the surrounding fans actually started applauding. Flashbulbs started going off.

Platinum felt his cheeks twitch. Now he was completely exposed to the flashing lights.

“Good Opera, we’re not that close, are we?” Platinum whispered to Good Opera, “If you want a backup dancer, either Rudolf’s Symbol or the Air Tank will do.”

Holding Platinum's finger, Good Opera pulls her towards the surrounding audience.

"I'm so sorry—what you just said really resonated with me. Although we see things from different perspectives, I think we'll find ourselves surprisingly compatible."

"Just as you said, the Butler's Café also has its own competition. If that's the case, then today's winner is undoubtedly the one with the highest turnover."

The opera bliss sighed, “Alas, but in that case—whether you look for the air tank or the emperor, the result will be the same.”

"None of them will shake the emperor's rock-solid position."

"If we're talking about forming an alliance, you're definitely the better choice."

"Don't drag me into your boring, competitive kindergarten rules!" Platinum was genuinely angry when Good Opera said that. She pulled her hand back and looked at Good Opera coldly.

"Isn't it a bit too difficult to maintain proper boundaries with people? What a fine opera."

He's talking to himself and being narcissistic. While Platinum also feels it's best to maintain a cool, aloof relationship with others, if she's offended like this, she feels she needs to take some action.

"Is that so?" Good Opera looked at Platinum, but was not annoyed.

"Could it be that I misunderstood? You're actually looking forward to this kind of opportunity too, aren't you?"

"Otherwise, why would you be standing here wearing this outfit?"

Episode 45 The Prince and the Princess

Platinum just thought the opera was being unreasonable.

Why did I come here? Of course, it's because—

At this point, Bai Jin suddenly hesitated. How should she put it? Was she working here because she was broke?

No, that doesn't make sense. While that's partly true, how much can you earn working a day at a coffee shop?

That's because of the president's request—

No, that's not it. The student council president only said that she hoped I would come. She didn't force me to. In the end, the president was just worried that I would just stay in the dorm and sleep through the entire Thanksgiving Festival.

So, by wandering around the campus, the student council president had actually achieved his goal.

So I came here because...

Did you come because you wanted to?

Seeing Platinum's expression, the opera buff smiled.

"It seems you've already realized that."

“You don’t want to stand in the corner. You’re the same as everyone else, as me, as I love opera, as the Empress’s tank, as Emperor Rudolf’s symbol.”

You want to be in the spotlight.

With that, Good Opera spread its arms, took a few steps back, and exposed Platinum to the public eye.