Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 252 Did your brain fall onto the runway?

On the track, the female racehorses, after crossing the finish line, were panting heavily, their chests heaving violently.

They struggled to lift their heads, their gazes fixed on the notice board.

Upon seeing the rankings, completely different expressions appeared on their faces.

There was excitement and ecstasy, resentment and regret, and even remorse.

After staring at the notice board for a while, suddenly, without warning, Wanlaizhengming burst into laughter.

With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a violin and bow out of thin air. She skillfully pressed the button on the side of the violin, gracefully rested it around her neck, and began to "play" with abandon, exclaiming in rapture:

"Ah, wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"
"This piece, titled 'Arima Memorial,' is just... exactly like my dream!"
"Fantastic!"

Joyful shouts accompanied by melodious piano music echoed across the arena, as if playing a unique finale to this intense competition.

Upon hearing the music, the other racehorse girls snapped out of their daze.

Staring at the notice board, Lang Riqingtian suddenly chuckled, a hint of relief in his laughter. The deep regret, resentment, and pity that had been in his eyes vanished in an instant.

She turned around and walked with slightly tired steps toward the golden ship not far away.

"Are you really retiring? This... is really not something you would do."

Her tone carried a hint of emotion and doubt.

Just like before, the Golden Ship was also looking at the notice board.

Upon hearing Lang Ri Qing Tian's words, the Golden Ship paused for a moment before slowly turning its head.

Looking at the bright sunshine and clear sky, a radiant smile suddenly bloomed on her face, and she made two playful V-signs.

"If you could guess it so easily, then I wouldn't be Lord Golden Ship!"
"Besides, you've been watching me all along, haven't you? You've noticed it for a while now."

"So, do you regret targeting the wrong person now?"

Her voice carried her usual cynicism, but her eyes revealed a hint of cunning.

Lang Ri Qing Tian was taken aback, as if the golden ship had spoken his secret, and subconsciously looked to the other side.

There, Beibu Xuanju stood still, sweat pouring down her forehead and face, soaking her short black hair, strands of which clung to her cheeks.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, staring blankly at the notice board, her eyes filled with disbelief at the victory.

"...Ah, I really didn't expect this junior to be so amazing."

With a sigh, Lang Ri Qing Tian nodded slowly, his gaze returning to the golden ship:
"Just like...you were back then."

She softened her tone, her voice filled with memories of the past.

In an instant, a look of reminiscence, pride, and a touch of emotion flashed in the Golden Ship's eyes.

"You can't say that. That guy is just getting started, and if he becomes arrogant because of that, he'll be far behind me."

She gave herself a thumbs-up, smiled, and said something, her eyes gradually gleaming with fighting spirit as she looked towards the stands:
"Besides, I'm just stopping running here, not leaving."

Slightly startled, Lang Riqingtian unconsciously followed the gaze of the golden ship and saw that next to a very young trainer, the Golden Master and the noblewoman seemed to be talking about something with a worried expression.

Beside him were the student council vice president, Da Zhenhan, who was just like the Gold Master, and the president, Donghai Diwang, who were also looking at the young trainer with concern.

He nodded instantly, and under the clear blue sky, he looked at the golden ship again, a hint of a smile in his eyes, along with the same fighting spirit:

“I see… But it is true, I also have some things I want to continue talking with them on the Dream Cup stage.”

"Of course, that will have to wait until I leave here."

Turning her gaze away from the stands, Golden Boat smiled confidently, a smile that conveyed a sense of untamed freedom and ease. She waved to the bright, clear sky:
I will cheer you on in your future matches.

"But..."

Smiling, she turned and strode towards the northern black horse.

"Be careful, don't lose to this guy again."

Upon hearing this, Lang Ri Qing Tian unconsciously narrowed his eyes, looked at the Northern Black Steed for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at the top line of the notice board, and curled the corners of his mouth: "The Northern Black Steed... indeed, a very powerful opponent. What kind of opponent is he?"

The Northern Black Horse was still feeling lost and unreal.

At this moment, she felt as if her mind was shrouded in a fog, her memory was a mess, and she had no recollection of how she had run the race just now.

All I can remember is that desperate gamble and all-out effort before crossing the finish line, and then...

He crossed the finish line.

then……

Did we win...?
Staring at the notice board, her consciousness blurred, her eyes wandered, and the surrounding noise seemed irrelevant to her. She was immersed in a strange trance.

Suddenly, she felt a familiar arm around her shoulder, followed by a hand pressing down on her head and then being rubbed back and forth.

In an instant, a teasing voice entered my ears.

"Why do you look so silly? Did you sprint too fast and drop your brain on the track?"

She was taken aback at first, but then recognized the voice and knew who it was. She looked over instinctively and smiled before speaking:
"Senior Golden Ship..."

Then you see the Golden Ship, who is hugging and rubbing its head, tilting its head and looking at the track with a serious expression, its eyes scanning the area as if it were really looking for its "accidentally lost brain".

"Oh dear, that's strange, why can't I find it?"

Feigning confusion, the golden ship smacked its lips, turned its head, and met the slightly bewildered gaze of the northern black steed. A smile unconsciously crept onto its lips.
"But it's okay. Even if your mind goes blank, you should still realize that you've already won the game, right?"

She spoke in a relaxed tone, as if she were sharing an interesting little secret with Northern Xuanju.

Hearing the series of teasing remarks, Beibu Xuanju blushed involuntarily.

The appearance of the golden ship was like a ray of light, instantly dispelling the fog in her heart and making her gradually realize what had happened.

"senior……"

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "This match... I... you..."

Her voice trembled quickly, overwhelmed by a multitude of complex emotions.

I felt grateful, excited, awestruck, and reluctant to see the Golden Ship retire.

"alright."

The golden ship interrupted her, stepped forward, placed its hands on her shoulders, suppressed its smile, and looked intently into her eyes:

“Great job, really.”

"This wasn't my first time running the Arima Kinen, but honestly, it was the most enjoyable run I've ever had."

"Xiao Bei, you won this match, and you won beautifully!"

After praising her, a hint of advice crept into her appreciative and gratified gaze:

"But you must remember, this is just the beginning, not the end."

"You have a long road ahead of you, and many more championships to win."

"That's right now... "

Suddenly remembering something, she looked towards the stands and smiled:

"It's time to go and share the good news with your trainer...wait?"

Her eyes flickered, and her smile suddenly froze.

With a look of surprise on his face from the praise of his senior, the Northern Black Steed subconsciously turned its head when the Golden Ship turned its head.

When she saw the stands, which were exactly the same, her smile froze.

"Trainer...?!"

(End of this chapter)