Umamusume's days are numbered

"Look, aren't you standing in the spotlight right now, my princess?"

Good opera, willful and unrestrained, doing things its own way.

But she wasn't rude. She wasn't only focused on herself; however, her own presence was so dazzling that it overshadowed her concern for others.

This rough, almost coercive way of interacting is precisely the gentleness unique to good opera.

"—" Platinum held her breath.

She turned to look at the audience beside her. Good Opera stood beside the audience, but many flashes were still pointed directly at her.

"Actually, I just thought this child was super cute. But she sat there with such a cold expression, it was hard to even talk to her."

"He doesn't look like a local, and I don't know if I can understand him when he speaks English... My English is pretty bad."

"I really want to take a photo with her, but I'm not sure if it would be impolite..."

Are people all talking about themselves?

The carp leaping over the dragon gate had somehow blended into the crowd. She held up her phone, snapping photos in rapid succession while excitedly pulling the hands of the people around her.

"Look, look! That's my push! Her name is Platinum, isn't she super cute?"

Follow Platinum Cat, thank you Platinum Cat!

Faced with so many flashing lights, Platinum felt dizzy.

Is that so...? This is what I wanted.

“Of course.” As if she could read Platinum’s mind, Good Opera said with a smile, “This is what every racehorse girl wants.”

"Come on, say something to everyone."

At the prompting glance of the Good Opera, Platinum frowned.

say something···

say something···

I might have really been fooled and blinded by the beauty of good opera.

Platinum pursed her lips and spoke in front of everyone.

"Hello everyone, I'm Platinum."

"Some people may already know me, but I think the vast majority probably don't."

"But it doesn't matter. A year from now, everyone will remember my name."

"Until the next Thanksgiving Festival, the next Butler Cafe..."

Platinum stretched out his palm and loudly proclaimed.

"I will make everyone come for my Platinum!"

I actually said it out loud...

These words, these words, are truly...

How embarrassing!

The moment the words left her mouth, Platinum regretted them.

However, she also felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration. She could hear the conversations of the customers around her.

"This child is small in stature, but he has quite the big mouth."

"Don't you think that's well said? This kind of child isn't annoying at all."

"A very interesting look. When is this kid named Bai Jin's next competition?"

"Haha, that's right." Good Opera laughed heartily as it stepped forward.

"Unfortunately, your time is over for today. If you want to stand in the center of the stage next time, you'll have to fight for it yourself."

"Like you said... Try your best to become the top star, so that the next audience will come specifically for you."

“At least, today, right now—” Good Opera’s finger pointed to the other side of the café. Over there, Gas Tank looked on helplessly. Rudolf Symbol, on the other hand, watched Platinum and Good Opera with great interest.

"Our opponents are over there, aren't they?"

Qi Cao shook his head as he looked at the opera: "President, aren't you going to stop them from acting up? This is clearly a café built for fans."

“No,” Rudolf said with a smile, “isn’t it interesting to develop like this?”

"Good operas always manage to surprise me at times like these."

Seeing that Rudolf not only showed no intention of stopping them, but was even more enthusiastic and eager to get started, Qi Cao couldn't help but cover his head and sigh.

Just then, a chorus of cheers erupted from the audience at the opera house.

Good Opera bent down, supporting Platinum's back and neck with one hand, and slipping the other hand under Platinum's legs. With a slight pull, he lifted Platinum into Good Opera's embrace.

"Hey, Good Opera, what are you doing?" Platinum didn't resist, but just asked in Good Opera's ear.

Although the embrace of good opera is very warm... I'm sorry, Platinum didn't feel any excitement at all.

Good opera is still somewhat weak... in some aspects.

If this action were performed by the renowned general, Fury, Platinum might get a little flustered.

Good opera... well... hehe.

"What do you think is the advantage of two people compared to one person?" Good Opera whispered.

Platinum immediately understood what a good opera meant.

This is similar to a collaboration between streamers. But what is the purpose of such a collaboration?

Of course, it's open for business!

They cultivate a close relationship with the audience in order to gain their favor and affection.

Whether it's a close friend, a boyfriend/girlfriend, or any other relationship, these are all common occurrences. And various facts have proven that this is indeed very useful.

Having said that, Good Opera immediately raised its voice and showed the audience the platinum that was pressed tightly against its chest: "Don't you all think so too?"

"If someone as fond of opera as I am were to insist on playing the lead role of a prince in an opera—"

"Wouldn't someone as delicate as Bai Jin be the perfect choice to play a princess?"

A low gasp escaped from the crowd. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I even heard a howl coming from afar.

"They're coming on strong." Rudolf smiled wryly, glancing at the gas tank standing beside him. "We can't let the two of us be outdone. How about we give it a try?"

"President, you're joking, right?"

Episode 46 The Princess and the Pea

As the crowds gradually dispersed, the peak hours at the Butler's Café had passed. The butlers had achieved a glorious victory.

"So, why did you finally decide to come?"

Standing in front of the coffee shop, looking at Platinum who was dozing off and exhausted, Rudolf was in an unusually good mood and even found Platinum more pleasing to the eye.

What's wrong with him? He's finally listening to me!

Platinum yawned slowly, rubbed his eyes, and honestly confessed to Rudolf, "Actually, I didn't want to come at first."

"But I suddenly discovered a terrifying fact."

"That means... I'm out of money."

At this point, Bai Jin suddenly became hesitant, her lips trembling slightly.

"I remember you said... there's a salary for working here, and you get a commission for selling a cup of coffee, right?"

"Uh... yes, that's right..." Rudolf's mind hadn't quite processed what was happening yet; he just watched Platinum walk into the store.

"Sigh, even a hero can't survive without a penny... I never thought I'd have to sell my body one day..." Platinum said, shaking his head.

No, this isn't the answer I wanted.

Shouldn't we be here for friendship and responsibility? Why is it all about money right off the bat?

"Wait a minute," Rudolph said, grabbing Platinum who was walking inside. "You said you're out of money?"

"What about the prize money you won in your debut battle? That's not a small amount for a student."

Rudolph symbolically handed over the bank card containing the bounty amount to Platinum.

In fact, it was Ms. Tsuna Sugawa who temporarily advanced the money herself. Because the prize money for the competition can't be released so quickly; it usually takes three to five business days, and sometimes as long as half a month.

The concern is that Platinum might run out of money and end up sleeping under a bridge.

If Platinum spends this bounty sparingly, it should last until next year. After all, the cost of living at Treson College and the nearby shopping district isn't high.

"Um... well... how should I put it..." Platinum covered her cheeks shyly.

Rudolph felt a bad premonition. She snapped at Platinum, "Speak!"

"They've used it all up."

Platinum finished speaking in a coquettish tone, then stared wide-eyed at Rudolf's symbol.

We've used it all up!

We're out of gas!

Light! —

As the sickeningly sweet voice echoed endlessly in Rudolf's symbolic mind, she felt dizzy.

This is the first time in so many years.

Rudolph symbolizes a clenched fist.

This is the first time I've ever thought of using a powerful skull-crack technique on a foal.

Calmness, Rudolf symbolism, calmness—this is simply a cultural difference…

She gripped her right arm with her left hand, afraid that her right arm might make some conditioned reflexes that were not under her conscious control.

Bai Jin is a good girl; you should be tolerant and forgiving towards her...

Damn it, I can’t stand it anymore!

As if beyond the control of Rudolf's symbol, her right hand covered Platinum's head and began to shake it violently.

"Meeting meeting meeting meeting meeting meeting meeting meeting president ...

Platinum's head was shaken so much that it left afterimages.

"Staying up all night, huh?!"

"Sleeping in class, huh?!"

"You've spent all your money, haven't you?!"

"A disobedient little colt like you should be shot for an hour—"

This is no good kid at all; he's a brat. If you don't discipline him for three days, he'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles.

Just tidy it up!

Do you really think my Rudolf symbol is just for show?

Look at the people next door, Tamamo Cross only runs to support her family, and she doesn't even spend the prize money, sending it all home.

Even those like the Gold Ship had a clear understanding of their own financial income and expenditure.

You told me that you spent all your bounty in a week?

Did you go betting on the horses?

"Brain, brain, brain matter, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up—"

The platinum, symbolized by Rudolf's rapid shaking, let out a mournful cry.

Having vented his anger, Rudolph symbolically released his grip. Platinum, dizzy and swaying, slumped into a chair, feeling as if the world was spinning around him.

"So? How did you spend it all?" Rudolf Symbol sat down opposite Platinum, panting, and said irritably, "If you were scammed or something, don't keep it to yourself. Talk to me about it, maybe I can help you."

"Fortunately, you're still rational enough to know that if you lose money, you should earn it back instead of taking out a loan. If you get involved with gangs, the consequences could be unpredictable."