The way Uma Musume looks at me is so scary!

Chapter 121 Yu Yu Yu

After Anjiang Lingyin and Oguri Roman left, the lights in the ward dimmed, and the conversations and footsteps that had been coming from the corridor fell silent.

Xiu Xingmeng stood in front of the open window, looking at the bright moon, thinking that at least her environment was not bad this time.

Although it's still boring to stay there until morning, at least it's an indoor environment, which is much better than that cemetery that's exposed to wind and rain.

Although she's in a condition where she won't be affected by wind or rain now.

Just as Xiu Xingmeng was lost in thought and subconsciously wanted to find a tree in front of the window to count the leaves to pass the time, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a golden figure out of the corner of her eye.

The moonlight poured down like a silver veil, outlining a dazzling golden beam in the darkness. Xiu Xingmeng's pupils suddenly contracted as she stared in disbelief at the golden light flowing through the night.

Her hair seemed to come alive under the moonlight, flowing like gold and drawing a bewitching arc in the breeze.

Under the moonlight, with golden hair, this unusual, inexplicable, and alluring scene made Xiu Xingmeng think she had seen a legendary vampire.

The golden figure leaped from the tree and gracefully passed through the window. Like a king bathing in glory, he knelt on one knee with his back to the moonlight. When Xiu Xingmeng saw who it was, she could only twitch her lips speechlessly.

She thought only a gold ship could do something like that.

Or is this how all the racehorse girls in the Golden Family are?

The Goldsmith raised her hand expressionlessly, maintaining the elegance and majesty ingrained in her very being. Her movements were unhurried, as if she were not plucking an ordinary leaf that had accidentally fallen onto her golden hair, but a heavy crown symbolizing supreme power.

Looking at this master craftsman, Xiu Xingmeng twitched her lips, wondering if she had made a mistake in her judgment.

She even had a somewhat absurd idea: during the Japanese derby, Xiu Xingmeng thought that the Golden Master was able to trigger the Challenger Medal because his Intelligence and Strength attributes were definitely above B-level, while his Speed ​​and Endurance had been upgraded to S-level.

Now she has some doubts: could the Gold Master's speed and stamina have both been S-level back then?

Otherwise, why would she secretly climb a tree and jump into the ward in the middle of the night?

Even if top-tier players prefer to visit at night, it's perfectly normal for the prestigious Gold Family to give her advance notice before letting her in, right?

Just as Xiu Xingmeng was puzzled, the Golden Master, who had already cleaned up all the messy leaves on his body, finally spoke.

"I didn't have time to buy a gift this time."

"I'll make it up next time."

She spoke naturally, as if greeting a friend, and then sat down next to Xiu Xingmeng, looking at her sleeping face as she spoke.

"Let's continue what we talked about last time. The Golden Ship wants to challenge the Arc de Triomphe again. You know she has always aimed at you and me. While inheriting your chasing style in the Japanese Derby, it seems she also wants to inherit the glory of the Arc de Triomphe."

The goldsmiths took it all for granted, as if their conversation had never stopped.

Xiu Xingmeng, standing beside him, crossed her arms and shook her head in disbelief.

She did believe that Golden Ship would choose to chase after her because of her running style, but Xiu Xingmeng absolutely did not believe that Golden Ship had any admiration for her older sister. Xiu Xingmeng had spent so much time with Golden Ship before, but she had never heard the name Golden Master from her even once.

Looking at the Gold Master, who was expressionless but inexplicably confident, Xiu Xingmeng thought that this guy must be overthinking things again and being self-centered.

Although she didn't know why the Golden Ship was going to the Arc de Triomphe, Xiu Xingmeng knew that the reason definitely wasn't what the Golden Master was saying now.

“I took her to Europe a few days ago to get used to the environment, and we just got back to Japan.”

"But at least I wasn't late."

Hearing this, Xiu Xingmeng frowned with some suspicion. Could it be that the Golden Master came here because he didn't have time to inform the hospital?

Her questions could not be conveyed to the Gold Master, and naturally, they received no answer.

The Gold Master simply sat by the Embroidered Star Dream Bed, recounting, bit by bit, her recent experiences in Europe.

It's like the Golden Ship has once again abandoned its family's trainer in the forest; the Arc de Triomphe's formidable rival is said to be a racehorse girl who doesn't like to tidy her room; and there's nothing particularly special about the banks of the Seine, just a collection of trivial daily stories.

Xiu Xingmeng sat next to her, resting her chin on her hand, listening and shaking her head. She thought the Gold Master was going to talk about his future like the Saddler Lingyin, but she never expected that he would treat her as a diary.

However, she wasn't disappointed. Xiu Xingmeng knew that with the Gold Master's personality, it would be difficult for her to talk about such things with people other than her family. Being able to vent these trivial matters here might help her mental state.

Gradually, as the Gold Master recounted his story, a cloud drifted across the sky, obscuring the moon's radiance, and the Gold Master's golden hair seemed to lose its luster and dim down.

Finally, after recounting his accumulated daily routine once again, the Gold Master fell silent.

Her glassy eyes remained unmoved as she gazed intently at Xiu Xingmeng.

"I heard from the doctor that you are still conscious, so words can be conveyed to you, and there is even a chance that you can regain your spirit."

"But I really can't be sure how much of what he said is true, or whether it's all lies fabricated out of fear of the Huang family's power."

His tone remained calm, as if he were casually chatting.

But Xiu Xingmeng could glimpse the time of the Golden Master from this. It seemed that she would come to the hospital every time she accumulated a daily story, and tell him everything she had experienced in front of him and in her heart.

All she hoped for was to awaken Xiu Xingmeng in a way that even she herself didn't believe in.

"Do you remember what you said to Yu during the Japanese derby?"

"Gold Master, don't feel lonely, you have many, many powerful enemies to watch over you..."

She said softly that even after so long, the Tokyo racecourse in the rain was still clear in her mind, as if it had been replayed countless times in her heart.

"The Arc de Triomphe is home to the world's most formidable racehorse girls, and I certainly encountered many formidable opponents there, but..."

"But none of them could catch up with your back."

The Golden Master recalled that in every race, a crimson phantom would rush ahead of all the racehorses, and even after she had surpassed everyone and won the championship, that crimson phantom would still calmly wait for her at the finish line.

Not to mention other racehorse girls, even the Golden Master himself couldn't catch up with that phantom.

She also won the Arc de Triomphe Award without even realizing it while chasing after illusions.

The gold medalist, who had always talked about the Arc de Triomphe, found herself not so happy when she actually won the championship herself.

Everyone around was celebrating; the curse that had shrouded the Japanese horse racing world had finally been broken, and their obsession could finally come to an end.

But the gold medalist, holding the trophy, simply watched the cheering audience in silence. Their obsession had been shattered, but what about me? When will my obsession be shattered?

Whenever he recalls that crimson figure, the Gold Master would unconsciously reach out his hands to try to grasp her, but each time he could only watch helplessly as her tears seeped through his fingers.

It seemed she could never catch up with that crimson phantom.

"Why……"

"Why, why, why, why..."

The goldsmith's voice trembled as she lowered her head, covering her face, and repeated herself over and over.

"You're going to abandon me, my nemesis."

Chapter 122 A Gentle World

The Goldsmith didn't cry out loud, nor did she let her tears fall. She simply remained in that position, covering her face, sitting blankly on the cold edge of the bed.

Her gaze, peering through the gaps between her fingers, remained stubbornly and blankly fixed on Xiu Xingmeng's sleeping face.

Xiu Xingmeng sat quietly beside her. She thought that the Golden Master would be heading towards a bright future like everyone else, but even though the Golden Master had won the Arc de Triomphe Award, she wasn't necessarily very happy.

On the contrary, Xiu Xingmeng saw a deep meaning in her eyes—

lonely.

Her only nemesis, whom she had identified as her, fell before her eyes, and her silhouette became a phantom that she might never be able to touch in her lifetime.

When Xiu Xingmeng spoke those words to the Gold Master, she hoped that she could cheer up and step into the Japanese Derby with her as a true Golden Tyrant.

But she never expected that the words that inspired the gold medalist at the time would become a shackle binding her after the Japanese derby.

The Gold Master became the pride of all Japan, the absolute ruler of an entire generation, and made the glory of the Gold Family shine in the world. The Gold Master fulfilled everyone's expectations of her.

However, the nemesis she had been anticipating turned out to be a phantom-like illusion, making it impossible for her to get close no matter how hard she tried.

Looking into the dejected eyes of the Gold Master, Xiu Xingmeng felt a pang of regret.

If he hadn't gone down the stairs, if he hadn't said those words, then the name "Embroidered Star Dream" wouldn't have held such weight in the heart of the Gold Master.

In that case, even if she faces the same fate, she should be able to move on.

Because of her, everyone in Kasamatsu Tressen has a bright future, so although Xiuxing Meng feels that her departure will make them lonely, the ending is ultimately good.

But what about the Gold Master? Should she come to this ward again and again with regret, repeating those daily trifles over and over again?

Must this small hospital room become her shackles?

Xiu Xingmeng bit her lip and thought to herself.

Just then, the goldsmith, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"Those so-called formidable enemies may be rivals of the Golden Tyrant, but they can never be the archenemy of the Golden Master."

“You are special. You are the nemesis chosen by both the Golden Master and the Golden Tyrant, so…”

"I will wait for you... I will wait for you until the day a miracle happens."

"After all, as my nemesis, you always manage to pull off miracles, don't you?"

She chuckled softly, a smile unlike any others would expect from a master goldsmith.

This smile lacked the pride, domineering nature, and arrogance expected of a monarch; she simply smiled genuinely, like an ordinary racehorse girl.

That's it.

"Let me stay here a little longer."

Having flown directly from France to Tokyo without jet lag, she finally succumbed to her drowsiness. After speaking, she lay down next to Xiu Xingmeng and slowly closed her eyes.

The clouds that had been obscuring the moon outside the window had quietly drifted away.

The cool moonlight once again poured into the ward without reservation, gently covering the sleeping face of the goldsmith.

The facial features that always seemed too sharp and hard, under the moonlight, revealed a kind of defenseless softness and tranquility.

Xiu Xingmeng looked at the golden master craftsman under the moonlight with complicated emotions.

Unlike the final outcome of the last script mission, this time, his continued presence of vital signs seems to have given everyone a glimmer of hope. Like Oguri Roman, the Golden Master also has high expectations for his awakening, and it seems that everyone believes he can trigger a miracle once again.

But this was no longer something Xiu Xingmeng could decide. With everyone's expectations on her, she could only curl up with her knees drawn up, hoping that the system would be gentle and give everyone a good ending.

Time flew by in anticipation. Before Xiu Xingmeng could feel how much time had passed, the bright sun had already risen through the window, and the sound of nurses moving about could be heard again in the corridor.

Xiu Xingmeng suddenly felt a little dazed, and involuntarily wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep.

Is this a sign that I'm about to leave the world of the script?

Xiu Xingmeng bit her lower lip hard, trying to use the pain to awaken her fading consciousness, but her body in spirit form had already lost all feeling. A surge of drowsiness, like the rising tide, repeatedly pushed her into an even deeper abyss of darkness.

After an unknown amount of time in the darkness, a commotion suddenly broke out in her ears. It seemed that everyone from Kasamatsu Tressen had arrived at the ward. Although she couldn't see them, Xiu Xingmeng could tell who each person was from the voices.

"You're here too?"

The person speaking now should be Minamino Sumire, who seems to have become accustomed to the appearance of the Gold Master.

"Today is a special day after all."

Kobayashi Kaze added from the side, "It seems that Kasamatsu Tresen and his group have gotten along well with the Gold Master over the years."

"I just don't know why the Golden Ship isn't coming. The Arc de Triomphe is in October, right? Even if we need to get used to it in advance, we don't need to come this early, do we?"

"Who knows? When asked, she said that she and A-Meng made a promise a hundred years from now, so she had to bring the best gift to find him or something like that."

Xiyuan Pasture's helpless reply drew a burst of laughter.

"I still can't understand what she's saying."

The surrounding sounds suddenly became noisy. Xiu Xing wanted to see what they looked like now, so she blinked subconsciously and was pleasantly surprised to find a glimmer of light in the darkness.

"But it's rare for everyone to be here together like this, so let's take another group photo!"

The speaker was Anjiang Lingyin, and Xiuxingmeng could even vaguely see her taking out her phone from her bag.

"But what if the Golden Ship isn't here? We can't just use the Golden Master as a substitute, can we? Even though they're both racehorse girls from the Golden family..."

"What's the big deal? I still have her photos from last year on my phone. Just taking them out and holding them in my hand is like she's here!"

Kobayashi Kaze said smugly, then pulled out her phone and waved it in front of everyone.

Xiu Xingmeng's vision became clearer and clearer. She could now see everyone's backs clearly. Everyone seemed to have grown up a bit. Even Xiao Linfeng, who had always been petite and seemed like he had never been fully developed, looked like an adult.

She blinked and realized that not only could she see, but she could also move her body. But just as Xiu Xingmeng was wondering what was going on, she suddenly realized that her perspective seemed to be on the bed.

The warm scent of the sun on the quilt wafted to her nose, and the soft touch enveloped every corner of her body. Xiu Xingmeng's fingers easily lifted a corner of the quilt.

Just then, she saw that the people with their backs to her had raised their cameras and looked like they were about to take pictures.

She suddenly had a good idea, quietly got up halfway, made a peace sign behind everyone, and whispered along with everyone else.

"yeah."