Uma Musume Girl, I'll tell you about my Santa Hat special move too?

"Will there really be a way to defeat the powerful clans then?"

"It's normal for there to be a difference in strength. The prestigious family has dominated the French world of running for several years," said Toyama Hiren, taking a few bites of rice before calmly replying.

"However, there is no such thing as a guaranteed loss if there is a gap in strength - this is where tactical planning comes in."

At this point, Hikari Toyama flashed her signature devilish smile, took out her tablet computer with her right hand, placed it on the table between the two of them, opened one of the videos, and continued:

"This is some training video footage of the French exchange student team that I got through someone. It can help us understand our opponents in advance."

The video camera shakily, and you could even hear the cameraman breathing, but the shot kept following the six French-style racehorse girls closely from the lawn beside the inner track.

They are running on the track right now, and each of them looks very strong, no less than the top runners in the country.

And because everyone is tall, the scene of them running through the picture is even more imposing.

Each time their feet touched the ground, they unleashed astonishing power, thundering past like a powerful drumbeat.

“The noble families aren’t included, presumably because they have their own training methods, which is why they didn’t participate,” explained Toyama Scarlet, watching the screen with Shintaka.

“They all look so tall.” As a runner from the United States, Shenying had plenty of experience interacting with Western racehorse girls when she was young.

So she immediately noticed that the six riders training in the video were all specially selected tall, large racehorse girls.

"This is a style that's been popular in France lately. It seems to be a decision made by a noble family. They're currently promoting large racehorse girls, saying that this will ensure they have enough power."

"Perhaps it is related to the common occurrence of heavily weighted or even overweight races in French racing circuits."

Hikari Toyama grinned.

After she finished explaining, she looked in the direction of the divine eagle, as if hoping that the eagle would see the problem.

However, Shenying did not notice the hidden information in the video. She was just watching the racehorses training intently, as if trying to see the current training status of the noble family.

Just then, Stardust Illusion finally returned to her seat with her six set meals.

She had just struggled to put down her plate when she noticed the video of the two people studying it, and quickly leaned her head over as well:

"What are you looking at? Are these the French team players?"

“Yes, Little Eagle, I’m observing their training methods,” the Divine Eagle nodded in reply.

"Hmm—hmm?" Stardust Illusion frowned in confusion as he watched the video, as if there was something he couldn't understand.

"What's wrong?" the Divine Eagle asked.

"Don't you find this video strange?" Stardust Illusion turned to look at Toyama Scarlet, who responded with an encouraging look, urging her to continue.

"...I don't know if there's anything wrong with what I'm saying, but who filmed this video?"

"Hey, you really do have a natural talent for this kind of thing." Hikari Toyama laughed upon hearing this.

Upon hearing the Stardust Illusion's warning, the Divine Eagle immediately turned its attention to the person filming the video.

It was then that she realized the video had been filmed by someone holding a handheld camera and following behind the racehorse girls.

In other words, it means that the photographers stayed right behind these contestants and were not shaken off at all.

Even the faint breathing sounds coming from the scene, and the degree of screen shake...

The Divine Eagle had already determined that the cameraman hadn't used his full strength to catch up with them, to catch up with this group of racehorse girls who had been carefully selected and were about to come to Japan for exchange and learning!

"How is this possible?! Could it be a noble family? No, noble families wouldn't run so lightly."

The eagle gripped the tablet playing the video tightly with both hands, its eyes wide open, trying to glean some clue from it:

"Who exactly is this cameraman?!"

Hiyanko shrugged and replied, "Just wait and see. This photographer is the life assistant for the French exchange student team. She'll appear in the video at the end. I remember her name is..."

“I remember now, it’s Treve—her name is Treve.”

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France.

In winter, a pristine white snowscape in Paris presents a unique charm.

The buildings and streets were covered with a thick layer of snow, and the trees on both sides were dressed in silver, with their branches covered with glistening snowflakes, creating a tranquil and romantic atmosphere.

The crunching sound of pedestrians on the snow broke the surrounding silence. There were far fewer pedestrians on the street, but those who remained seemed especially warm.

Dressed in thick winter clothes, complete with hats, scarves, and gloves, they walked slowly through the snowy landscape, as if enjoying the tranquility and beauty of winter.

In this snowy landscape, a figure swiftly darts between the sidewalks.

Her breath turned into wisps of white smoke in the cold air, mingling with the falling snowflakes.

Her steps were light, leaving only barely visible shallow marks on the thick snow. As a few snowflakes fell, these marks disappeared completely.

Her smile was as bright as the sun, breaking the winter chill and adding vitality and warmth to the snowy scene.

Before pedestrians on the roadside could react, they had already seen this petite figure flying across the snow as if defying gravity.

"Who is that? That was incredibly fast!"

A passerby covered his mouth with his gloved hand and asked in surprise, "Running on the sidewalk? Isn't she afraid of bumping into someone? Is she in a hurry to get somewhere?"

"Haha, we've seen this kind of scene before."

A homeless man, squatting to the side begging, laughed loudly: "That little girl has been running around here since she was little, saying it's for training."

"To run through the streets so lightly, leaving almost no footprints in the snow with each step, isn't that amazing? [Cinderella forgotten by gravity]... That's what we all call Zoe."

"She should be on her way back to her home in St. Denis for dinner right now, that's about it, since it's quite a distance from the college to her house—by the way, aren't you going to give me some? My mouth is dry from talking."

The homeless man spoke to the man in front of him, while pushing the bowl in front of him with his foot.

"May God bless you." The man shrugged, took out several dozen francs, bent down and put them into the bowl, then politely offered his blessing.

"Hahaha, if God could protect me, He wouldn't have let me go bankrupt!" The homeless man quickly stuffed the money into his pocket and laughed heartily.

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Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Beloved Little Zhuo Fu

"Grandma Hyde, I'm home! Is lunch ready?"

The girl who entered the room had orange hair and blue eyes, a petite figure, and two soft, erect ears.

The girl has exquisite features and a bright smile that exudes youthful energy; she can definitely be called a top-tier beauty.

But her clothing was completely at odds with her appearance.

A set of old blue and white tracksuits was now covered with snow, mud and grass. The collar, trouser legs and cuffs were worn so badly that the original color was no longer visible.

"Oh, Zhuo Fu is back."

The kind-looking old lady quickly peeked out from the living room, smiling broadly at the girl who was changing her shoes, and said:

"Your carrot pasta will be ready soon, but a friend is coming to visit you."

"Hi~ Sister Zhuofu."

A blonde woman with a beaming smile peeked out from the living room and waved to Zhuo Fu, saying, "I came to see you."

"Intello, what brings you here?" Zhuo Fu asked her friend with a puzzled look. "Is there something wrong with the academy team?"

"I really think your family should have a cell phone or computer. Otherwise, it's too much trouble to have to come over to your house every time I need to contact you."

Zhuo Fu walked into the living room and saw her friend lying sprawled out on a chair in her dining room, completely lacking in manners.

This talented woman is a professionally debuted racer from the French Central Academy of Horse Racing, and also her friend.

She is tall with strong, powerful legs, and is currently the most favored racehorse girl type at Chuo Gakuin. She is also one of the contestants who went to Japan for exchange and learning.

“We don’t have the money to buy that kind of thing, you know that.”

Zhuo Fu sighed and picked up Cai Zhigao's phone from the dining table to browse through it.

"The Neon Tressen team sent over the information about this exchange team. It's on my phone; you can take a look. They also seem to have a match video, which they've already sent to Lord Wangzu. We should be able to see it this afternoon."

Just as Cai Zhigao finished speaking, Zhuo Fu's grandmother walked into the restaurant carrying a large pot of spaghetti and slammed it down on the table with a loud bang.

"Um... thank you, Grandma. I ate before coming, so I'm not hungry yet."

Cai Zhigao quickly spoke up, stopping Grandma Hyde from giving her a plate as well.

"Tch, you look pretty strong, little girl, and you can't even finish a plate of spaghetti?"

Grandma Hyde rolled her eyes in annoyance and handed a plate to Zoe Fu.

She watched as her adorable granddaughter picked up a fork and began to devour her food, then nodded in satisfaction and left the restaurant.

"Grandma Hyde's tomato and carrot sauce pasta is delicious." Zhuo Fu, her face covered in red tomato sauce, still looked up and recommended it to Cai Zhigao.

"Forget it, I'm not eating this." Cai Zhigao quickly waved his hand, then suddenly remembered something and asked:

"What are your plans for this exchange program?"

"..." Upon hearing this question, Zhuo Fu slowed down her pasta-picking speed, burying her head in the bowl, revealing only her drooping ears, and answered softly:

"It seems the school... doesn't have any plans for me to go with them."

"Eh? Then let's go talk to the noble lady." Cai Zhigao hesitated for a moment, then immediately came up with a solution and suggested, "If it's her, she certainly won't be stingy with this little bit of money."

"Never mind, you're too clever for your own good." Zhuo Fu shook her head, pressing down on her friend's wrist. "I don't want to trouble the noble family with something like this. It's just a trip to Japan. There will be other opportunities in the future."

"This isn't really a hassle!" Cai Zhigao tried to persuade her. "You were so looking forward to the exchange program in Japan, and you were even willing to be everyone's personal assistant to join this team!"

“If a prominent family is really willing to help, wouldn’t that be considered an abuse of power for personal gain? I don’t want to put a prominent family in a difficult position because of this.”

Zhuo Fu shook her head, showing great respect for the prominent families.

"Hey you...you're clearly very talented, but now the academy favors big-bodied girls, and petite racehorse girls are missing out on so many opportunities."

The two exchanged a glance and fell silent, both with a hint of regret.

"Why does the little girl look so unhappy?" Grandma Hyde suddenly returned to the restaurant, holding a huge ceramic pig in her arms.