The socially anxious girl doesn't want to stick to me!

Ended all those complicated activities.

Next…

It should be rest time.

Then comes the winner's stage.

Igarashi Sakuraba thought about it, and after stepping into the dark tunnel, he couldn't help but stop and looked around.

No one there.

Even the emperor disappeared and didn't come to see him after this time.

and so……

Want some moisturizing?

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Igarashi Sakuraba didn't even hesitate and walked straight towards the remote corner.

Walk straight to the front of the exit.

After that, there is the vast world and countless lights.

As long as you step out, you can also be an ostrich and not participate in the winner's stage.

but……

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Igarashi Sakuraba recalled the words of the emperor again in his mind: "Every subsequent winner's stage is a chance for Umamusume, as an idol, to give back to her fans. Can you bear to disappoint your fans like this?"

"This is a childish and irresponsible act."

Stopped.

Even if you are socially anxious...just try your best to get on stage.

Don't disappoint your fans again.

Because the more you avoid something you fear, the more it will scare you.

Patted his cheek.

Igarashi Sakuraba let out a long breath to clear his mind.

Corrected the destination.

Walking towards his own lounge - no longer a remote corner.

The Rudra symbol on one side was originally intended to appear.

But she suddenly noticed that Igarashi Sakuraba's pace changed - thinking.

Let’s see what this horse racing girl is going to do next.

I watched her stay at the exit for a long time, pause, pat her cheeks, and then go back to the lounge.

A relieved smile appeared on his face again.

pretty good.

Finally, I no longer run away from fear.

We can take big strides towards tomorrow.

……

Next.

It’s TIME for the winners’ stage and press conference!

Chapter 148: The Moment of Social Death That Everyone Likes to See

【The Japanese Derby is over. 】

[Champion: Igarashi Sakuraba]

【Runner-up: Good Opera】

【Third place: Ai Mu Orihime】

[And now... the curtain on the winner's stage is about to open. ]

……

The scene cuts back to the other side.

"so……"

"Do I really want to wear this?"

Igarashi Sakuraba blushed.

Ridiculously red.

Looking at the staff member opposite her, she was holding a black dress in her hand - it was a bit like a suspender, and just by looking at the design, you could tell that it would reveal the milky skin of her neck and shoulders, and it was a little... low-cut.

This is for underage ponies.

Isn't it a bit avant-garde?

Lost in thought.

The staff member looked embarrassed and said, "You can change into another one. You can pick any clothes here."

but.

Just look at that wardrobe.

Igarashi Sakuraba has already started to back down, and the drum is beating loudly.

So I should have just run away at that time.

Responsibilities and ties - all bullshit.

His face was bloodless.

She is a national first-level back-out contestant—because you should never wear this kind of clothes. If you wear it, you might as well jump off a building. It would be worse than death!!! Not at all!!! ...

The absolute realm of low-cut and eroticism is not considered much.

Igarashi Sakuraba wanted to wrap herself up tightly.

Don't say she's crazy, just think of her as an old soldier from the Qing Dynasty, whose ideas are extremely conservative.

call.

Exhaling breath.

I barely picked out clothes that I could wear.

The good opera performer at the side came over with a teasing expression and pushed her shoulder: "Can you dress more gorgeously like me? The main theme is confidence. Look, the opera at the end of the century is so beautiful!"

Igarashi Sakuraba glanced at it.

No words were spoken.

Looking at the other party's gorgeous gems, he just showed a MDZZ expression.

Like a good opera dress...

Igarashi Sakuraba might as well just die, because this is just too gorgeous and too exaggerated!

Aimu Orihime stood aside - she got third place, so she was naturally qualified to participate in the winner's stage.

Poker face.

Waiting for the show to start.

As quiet as a dead person, as expressionless as a dead person.

It's like she doesn't exist.

Igarashi Sakuraba flipped over and over.

Flipping through the books - in fact, there is no particularly good style of clothing, but there is everything, whether it is avant-garde or classical, such as the Rococo style of the classical European period, the horse-faced skirt from far away in China, and even kimonos and bathrobes. As long as you can hold your aura, it's fine.

just.

Igarashi Sakuraba thinks that she is not good-looking. Her face is not pretty and she has no aura. She hunches over like a country girl all day long and can't even straighten her back.

Wearing these clothes is like a monkey wearing a human mask -

then.

I just chose a simple little white dress.

The layers of lace are as beautiful as blooming buds - from head to toe, only the ankles are exposed, and there are matching white silk gloves, giving a half-covered sense of privacy.

Hesitated again and again.

I'd better go to the dressing room and put on this dress.

then.

My heart is about to jump out of my chest——

Will it look bad?

These kinds of thoughts always fill my mind.

Igarashi Sakuraba actually never dresses up much.

Don't even mention wearing nice clothes.

Because of low self-esteem.

Normally, he wears a sweater over his head like an autistic person, and he looks gloomy when he is alone. When I open my closet, I see black sweaters, red sweaters, or gray sweaters. In short, there are all kinds of inconspicuous dark sweaters.

still is……

First time wearing little white dress style.

My anxious heart is about to jump out.

Igarashi Sakuraba tried looking in the mirror.

But... the moment she saw herself in the mirror, she thought it was pretty average... not very good looking.

There is no way to escape the winner's stage.

All you can do is stay calm.

Thinking.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath.

Repeated deep breathing.

The whole person is completely different from the time when I participated in the derby. Now I am ten thousand times more nervous than then - when I was running, I was just confident. Endless training brings people endless confidence. Training makes people confident, this is true. Now I am just timid and socially anxious.

Come on.

Ah Ying.

Cheer yourself up silently in your heart.

then.

He walked out with all his might and a fearless attitude.

It seemed as if they were not heading to the winner's stage, but to the most intense area of ​​the war.

Originally, Good Opera was unconsciously killing time, playing with her fingers, playing with the ends of her hair, killing the time preparing before going on stage - but when the door of the dressing room was opened and made a sound, she couldn't help but look over.

then.

What you see is...a graceful young fawn.

How to describe it most appropriately?

That timid look makes her look as fragile and nervous as a kitten, but her graceful body curves and well-proportioned calves make her look as lively and excited as a deer, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, creating a pure atmosphere.

And that face.

It is also a masterpiece of superb craftsmanship.