The way Uma Musume looks at me is so scary!

Narita looked at Orihime with some confusion.

"correct."

As expected of someone who admires Orihime, she could respond with a calm expression and firm tone even in this situation.

"Oh right, right, I didn't expect you to find out, hahaha—"

Having gained his companion's approval, Narita laughed heartily while scratching his head, feigning a troubled expression.

"Humph."

People are always willing to believe what they believe. Xiu Xingmeng had no doubts about these two unusual people. Instead, she was proud of her own keen eyes that she could see through their strangeness at a glance.

This current state must be a sign of panic after he exposed himself!

After winning G3, Hideyoshi Dream deserves to be personally recruited by a trainer, instead of waiting to be selected in school training matches like those undebuted racehorse girls.

Having anticipated this, Xiuxing Meng noticed Narita and Aigumi's awkward demeanor and immediately included them in the group of people who wanted to recruit her.

After answering, Narita and Aimo Orihime had a sudden thought: if they could bring Hidehoshi into their training team, wouldn't they have a reason to spend every day together?!

The two, who had initially been forced into the situation, suddenly brightened up.

"My trainer is amazing! I couldn't have won the Chrysanthemum Award without his help!"

Narita Road, eager to promote its products, took the lead.

"me too."

"I admire Orihime," Orihime followed up.

"And joining my team now will also get you limited-time rewards! Like... like a one-day pass for Narita Road or something!"

To get Xiu Xingmeng to join his team, Narita even made up a non-existent reward on the spot.

"me too."

Ai Mu seems to quite approve of her quick wit, and once again echoed her sentiments.

"They're nothing alike! How could you have such a curl!"

"I can use the scroll if I admire Orihime."

"At least give me a deadline!"

Looking at the two chattering in front of her, Xiu Xingmeng suddenly smiled. Although she had precious memories in the script world, she also wanted to become friends with the two of them again.

However, Xiu Xingmeng already had ideas about the trainers.

So I'm sorry.

In front of Naritaji and Aigumi, Xiuxingyu waved her hand apologetically.

Her actions drew a glance from Narita and Orihime, who seemed to be communicating through their eyes.

"Someone has been chosen?!"

"Who beat me to it?"

Coincidentally, a figure simultaneously appeared in the minds of both Orihime and Narita.

Is it the Saint King's halo? They beat me to it!

Just as the two were feeling resentful about their lack of action, they suddenly heard footsteps coming from around the corner behind them.

The three experienced people looked back at the same time.

The newcomer was none other than the Holy King Aura, who was carrying bread in his mouth. Seeing that there were three people staring at him at the same time around this small corner, a bead of sweat appeared on the Holy King Aura's forehead.

"Eh?"

"I... am late?"

"You guys... you don't mean you're reading the same comic book series, do you?"

Xiu Xingmeng knew that her performance might attract the attention of some trainers who were eager to recruit her.

But she never imagined that three racehorse girls would try to trick her using the same method in one day.

Seeing the three of them turning their heads away in silence, Xiu Xingmeng sighed helplessly.

I was prepared to never cross paths with them again, but they all suddenly appeared in front of me all at once. Is this what they call fate?

"First of all, don't use such a dangerous method to strike up a conversation with others in the future."

In front of the three people who looked like quails, Xiu Xingmeng held up her finger and said.

"Then--"

"Don't hug people so tightly next time, it'll make them feel suffocated."

As she spoke, she walked up to Narita Road and poked her soft cheek.

"Don't step on other people's breakfast. Every grain of rice and every slice of bread is precious food and should not be wasted."

Xiuxingmeng gently tapped the head of the woman who admired Orihime.

"Running while eating bread is a plot from a comic book. The person you bump into might not be the main character in the story. What if you bump into the chairman?"

Finally, Xiu Xingmeng smiled helplessly as she walked up to the Holy King's Halo. Facing this girl who had made her grand entrance with a piece of bread in her mouth but was late, she simply tapped the tip of the Holy King's Halo's nose.

Seeing the three of them obediently bowing their heads, Xiu Xingmeng smiled slightly.

"Finally, my name is Xiu Xingmeng. I'm a student in Class 1 of Treson High School. If there's nothing else—"

"You're welcome to come visit me anytime!"

Upon hearing this, the three of them simultaneously raised their heads, their eyes gleaming with hope.

Xiu Xingmeng had already turned her back to them and walked towards Treson, leaving them only with a handsome back view and a dashing wave.

"Humph."

Since they came to her of their own accord, Xiu Xingmeng had no reason to back down. She knew that these three were good children, and it was something Xiu Xingmeng hoped to rebuild her friendship with them.

Having convinced herself that she had used a mature adult's approach to flirting, Xiu Xingmeng, thinking herself incredibly cool, smugly hummed to herself before leaving the crime scene that had been tempting the young girl's heart.

But Xiu Xingmeng's ease lasted less than ten minutes. As she stepped into the Treson campus, she caught a glimpse of a rather troublesome figure out of the corner of her eye.

The opera singer, leaning against the tree, crossed his arms and struck a cool pose. He seemed to notice Xiu Xingmeng's gaze and winked at her.

Feeling that getting entangled with this guy would be really troublesome, Xiu Xingmeng pretended not to have seen the good opera and quickly left.

Would good opera really give up like this?

After Xiu Xingmeng walked a distance forward, she was surprised to see Hao Geju appear in Yu Guangzhong's eyes again, this time in a different pose.

Seeing such a compelling opera, Xiu Xingmeng understood that this guy wouldn't give up easily. She sighed, stopped in her tracks, turned around, and said in a helpless tone.

"What's the matter?"

"Hmph hmph hmph, hahahahaha!"

"Attracted by the aura of a tyrant! Fine! It's a king's duty to cater to the admiration of others!"

When Hao Geju saw Xiu Xingmeng stop, he immediately laughed and said, his confident tone making Xiu Xingmeng's lips twitch.

Was it me who wanted to be attracted to you? You shamelessly pestered me all the way here!

"No need to be nervous, no need to be shy, you who admire the glory of the king, the overlord has appeared beside you, unleash your admiration for me!"

Good Opera opened its arms, as if gesturing for Xiu Xingmeng to take it.

Chapter Forty-Seven: The Oriole Awaits

If other female racehorses were to vote on who is the most beautiful in Treisen, it would surely cause a bloodbath.

However, if the judge were changed to "Good Opera," it wouldn't have any impact; her answer would simply be "First Place: Good Opera."

Incidentally, the second place should be Good Opera in the Mirror.

As one of Treisen's most confident horse girls, her reputation for excellent opera singing had long spread throughout the academy, and no one would find it strange if she chatted up an unknown racehorse girl on the street.

People will just think, "Ah, this is a good opera."

Then they all left to go to the teaching building or the cafeteria, or whatever they were supposed to do.

The same applies to Xiu Xingmeng at this moment. Unlike the three members of the Bread-Bumping Trio who could immediately see the abnormality, she now only felt that she had accidentally run into the line of fire of good opera.

"Can I not hug you? I wanted to go eat..."

Good operas don't care about other people's opinions, and sometimes even welcome everyone's attention, but this is too difficult for Xiu Xingmeng.

Although the horse girls were used to the sudden performances of good operas, they were still curious about who the unlucky one was this time. As the horse girls passing by stared at her, Hideyuki felt like steam was about to rise from her face.

"Is breakfast more important than me?"

The classic question of death, which can be discussed without any reservations even though they don't know each other yet.

Does this person simply not understand the concept of distance? A bead of cold sweat appeared on Xiu Xingmeng's forehead.

Thinking back carefully, when they first met in the script world, Good Opera rushed over just like now, pressing close to her at a distance that strangers would never dare to approach, handing over a challenge.

"Because if you go late, breakfast might be eaten up by Tamamo Cross."

There's a saying that goes, "A straight shot beats a haughty one."

Because of their guilt and regret towards Xiu Xingmeng, the three of them, including Narita, all chose to approach Xiu Xingmeng in a roundabout way. However, this gave Xiu Xingmeng a chance to think things through and allowed her to extricate herself gracefully and calmly.

But Good Opera is different. Her unparalleled confidence makes her unable to understand what it means to take a roundabout route. Narita and the others' common sense does not exist for Good Opera. If you like it, just go straight to it. Why go around in circles?

It was precisely this relentless, direct approach that interrupted Xiu Xingmeng's thinking, to the point that she had now resorted to using the Tamamo Cross as a shield.

"Tamamo Cross? I don't remember her eating that much."

Faced with Xiu Xingmeng's words, Hao Geju just tilted her head and muttered a question to herself, without even putting her hand down.

Anyway, I'm going to eat now!

With her mind in a daze, Xiu Xingmeng didn't hear Hao Geju's self-talk. After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.

But when the opera singer saw her trying to escape, he immediately chased after her and grabbed Xiu Xingmeng's shoulders with an unstoppable force.

"How could anyone resist the charm of a tyrant? What an interesting woman!"

"It's decided! You'll be my best friend from now on!"

Good Opera leaned against Xiu Xingmeng, patted her shoulder, and laughed as he spoke.

"Can friendships be decided with just a few words?!"

"Why not! This is only natural for a king!"

Before Xiu Xingmeng could refute, Hao Geju took Xiu Xingmeng's hand and strode away.

"Weren't we going to eat? Let's follow in Ba Wang's footsteps!"

An amazing scene unfolded in Tresson today: the legendary overlord of the end of the century was seen leading a racehorse girl through one campus corner after another.

Good opera singers might suddenly strike up a conversation with a stranger, but her enthusiasm has never lasted this long.

In her own words, the sun's radiance should shine equally on all those who admire the king.

But today, the racehorse girls have seen her sticking to that black-haired, black-eyed racehorse girl all day long. Apart from class time, good opera always appears by her side first thing.

For Xiu Xingmeng, today was the most difficult day since she started studying at Treson.

Because of the existence of good operas, almost all the racehorse girls on the roadside will turn their eyes to her. If it were on the racetrack, it would be fine, because people would look at her because they were moved by her brilliance.

But now Xiu Xingmeng felt as if they were observing a rare species, giving her the illusion that she was in a zoo rather than in Tresson.

However, Good Opera truly achieved everything she initially wanted to do.

Humans are, after all, creatures with an extremely strong ability to adapt. After spending a day immersed in wonderful opera, she no longer felt any sense of unfamiliarity.

What precious memories are only for me to remember? What future do we have to be strangers?

Is the concept of "good opera" truly unfamiliar to me?

Xiu Xingmeng even began to suspect that the people she had met in the script world might develop feelings for her.

However, thinking about Narita and the others' behavior, she shook her head and thought it probably wasn't true.

That's why Good Opera's "Horse Girl" is so lacking in common sense!

Feeling the warm pressure emanating from beside her, Xiu Xingmeng, who had been embraced by the opera all day, thought to herself silently.

"It's so hot, can you let go of me first?"