A cute girl’s heart is capable of anything

Dali Arabia stretched out his index finger in front of Qingzhu Fengya: "As long as you can win this game, let alone other things, the Neon people will definitely give you the title of 'The Strongest in Japan' and 'Absolutely Undefeated' Titles like "The Strongest"."

"'Japan's strongest', 'the undefeated strongest on the surface'..."

Qingzhu Fengya frowned slightly when he heard Dali Arab say this.

"...Compared to these, I still prefer titles that are cute and girly."

The black-haired horse girl said distressedly.

"It's not up to you."

Dali Arab's voice sounded a little gloating.

When she thought that after this guy won the Arc de Triomphe, and heard people in Neon country calling her a rather middle-class title, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up to her ears.

...The expression on her face will definitely be quite wonderful when the time comes.

"So, are you ready to compete for the top with the best racing girls in the world? 'The Strongest in Japan'?"

"The strongest? Doesn't sound girly at all."

Qingzhu Fengya pressed her chin, with a slightly troubled expression on her face.

"But...in order not to disappoint everyone, I will reluctantly take on this responsibility, right~?"

The next moment, the black-haired horse girl put away the troubled expression on her face and put on her usual playful smile.

"...Although you say 'reluctantly', you are actually very willing, right?"

"Not at all~?"

Qingzhu Fengya retorted with a smile: "Compared to being the strongest, of course I want to hear people use words like 'cute' and 'beautiful' to describe me!"

"After all, I am..."

"'Where is the girl who is as gorgeous as flying flowers', right?"

Dali Arab interrupted Qingzhu's elegant singing and spoke these words first.

"Mmmmmm! That's it!"

The black-haired horse girl smiled and nodded.

"Okay, we have finished telling you everything we need to say."

After checking the current time on the screen, Bayer Turkey said to the black-haired horse girl sitting in front of him: "... have a good rest."

"Well, good night~?"

Qingzhu Fengya responded with a smile.

……

"...I don't know how the child is sleeping in France."

Junkawa Rein, who took off the green hat on his head, felt a little anxious.

She looked at the clouds floating in the sky and murmured to herself.

"As expected, Reins, you are worried about that child."

Akikawa Yayoi, who was sitting on a chair, opened the folding fan in her hand with a snap: "She is becoming more and more like a mother."

"Chairman..."

Junchuan Reins was helpless: "...you won't forget that Qingzhu Fengya is the child of the three goddesses who appeared in this world through the combination of our two factors, right?"

"Rebuttal! How could I forget?"

Akikawa Yayoi asked back: "Are you a little too worried about the reins?"

"Fengya is not a child anymore, isn't she?"

"……yes?"

Junchuan Rein was silent for a while, and then sighed.

...Am I worrying too much?

"Question! Reins, did you not sleep well last night?"

Seeing Junkawa's reins fall into silence again, Akikawa Yayoi asked: "You have been low energy all day today. The students are very worried about you."

"When I went to the training ground, many students stopped me and asked if you were sick."

"...it makes the students worried."

A wry smile appeared on Junchuan's face.

…Doesn’t this make me look like a fool?

"Hmm...? Wait a minute?"

Suddenly remembering something, Junkawa Reins narrowed his eyes and stared at the child-like Yayoi Akikawa in front of him: "Chairman...have you been to the training ground today?"

"..."

Akikawa Yayoi looked away.

...No, that makes sense.

"Chairman, didn't you promise me that you would stay here and handle the documents properly?"

With a kind smile on his face, Junchuan Reins approached Akikawa Yayoi.

"You obviously promised me, why did you still show up at the training ground in the afternoon?"

"That...that..."

Akikawa Yayoi was so panicked that she forgot to add her oral habit when she saw the smile on Sunukawa's reins gradually widening in her sight.

"Please listen to my quibbles... No, please explain!"

Looking at Akikawa Yayoi sitting in a chair and fussing around, Junkawa Reins just smiled without saying a word.

——Tomorrow, give the kid a call.

She thought suddenly.

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(About the softness and hardness of the grass)

Please save this school that is about to be abandoned! : Chapter 358: Why didn’t I know? !

"Hi~ Here is a girl as gorgeous as flying flowers, green bamboo is elegant~?"

In the afternoon, after Junchuan Rein called Qingzhu Fengya's mobile phone, she heard the other party say this opening sentence to her in a lively and playful voice.

"Mom, long time no see. Do you miss me?"

"How have you been spending these two days abroad?"

Junchuan Reins asked: "Are you still getting used to it?"

"Um... it's alright."

Qingzhu Fengya, who had just finished taking a shower, sat on the bed, holding her mobile phone between her shoulders and head, so that she could have her hands free to wipe her wet long hair: "I can sleep well and eat well...it's just that the grass here is better than the neon ones." It’s much softer and my feet will sink in if I’m not careful.”

"But for me, it's not a problem at all!"

"Fengya, these are just minor problems."

Junchuan Reins said: "...the day of the 'Arc de Triomphe' is the real challenge."

“It rains every day at the Longchamp Racecourse, where the Arc de Triomphe is located, so the grass becomes like a swamp and it’s difficult to pull your feet out.”

After saying this, Junchuan reins paused: "...Be careful when training, don't let yourself get injured."

"Yeah! Of course!"

Qingzhu Fengya picked up the phone with one hand and shook her head: "How could I be willing to get hurt?"

"That's good...what are you doing now?"

"I'm in the room now."

"Is the training over?"

"Yes."

Qingzhu Fengya replied: "The trainer asked me to take my time. There are still about four months until the 'Arc de Triomphe'. There is enough time to adapt to the soft grass in France."

"'Arc de Triomphe', I will watch it."

"Yeah! You must see it!"

Junchuan Reins heard Qingzhu Fengya on the other end of the phone say with a smile: "You must remember to cheer me up in front of the TV!"

"I will."

Junchuan Reins said with a smile, and then hung up the phone after chatting for a while.

——There are still about four months left before the 'Arc de Triomphe Award'.

The horse girl wearing a hat estimated the time.

There is still more than enough time.

……

"Ugh……"

After finishing a lap, the Emperor of the East China Sea looked around.

However, when she remembered that Qingzhu Fengya had been abroad for two days, she couldn't hold it back and sighed leisurely.

——How is her adaptive training abroad?

The Emperor of the East China Sea was thinking wildly.

"Emperor? What are you thinking about?"

asked Mejiro McQueen, who finished the training one step behind her.

"I'm thinking about Qingzhu Fengya."

The Emperor of the East China Sea replied.

"The matter of Qingzhu Fengya..."

Mejiro McQueen repeated the words of the Emperor of the East China Sea: "Is it because the Emperor has never defeated her?"

"Well……"

The Emperor of the East China Sea pursed his lips and let out an unwilling cry.

Qingzhu Fengya will retire after finishing the 'Arc de Triomphe'.

I don't know since when, the words that Qingzhu Fengya will retire after finishing the 'Arc de Triomphe' appeared in everyone's ears.

——If this is the case, wouldn’t it be impossible for her to fulfill the vow she had made?

Thinking of this, the petite horse lady's ears drooped and she looked listless.

"That...emperor."

Seeing his friend's uncompromising look, Mejiro McQueen tried to comfort her: "Even if you fail to beat her once in your career as a racehorse, isn't there still a series of 'Dream Cup' events?"

"You still have a chance."

"Well……"

After hearing Mejiro McQueen say this, the Emperor of the East China Sea puffed up his cheeks and made a dissatisfied sound.

"McQueen..."

The petite horse girl looked at her friend beside her and pursed her lips.

"……Feel sorry."

The purple-haired horse lady, who was stared at closely by the Emperor of the East China Sea, could only apologize with a wry smile.