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

"It's just extra practice in the evening. Bourbon and I used to do it every day. McQueen doesn't need to be so nervous."

"You guys are doing extra training every day?!"

Upon hearing Stardust Illusion's words, the young lady of the Megumi family was surprised.

Having trained under Scarlet Toyama for several days, she naturally learned about the daily training schedules of Stardust Illusion and Miura Bourbon.

However, it was precisely because she knew the intensity of that schedule that she was surprised that she could still practice every night.

It's worth noting that after reviewing Toyama Hikari's training plan, both Nobunaga and Tojo Hana forced her to halve her training volume.

However, even with the training halved, it was still unbearable for McQueen and others, who were almost always pushed to their limits every day.

Tonight, because the prestigious family had specially arranged a less physically demanding arm muscle training session this afternoon, she was able to spare some energy to test her recent condition.

Is it precisely because of the high-intensity training every day that Stardust Illusion was able to acquire that kind of strength so quickly?

Thinking about this, McQueen couldn't help but feel a little pressured.

The Stardust Illusion that had previously surpassed me was working so hard; I should probably find a way... to speed up my improvement.

What are you thinking about?

Stardust Illusion looked at the young lady who was deep in thought and waved his hand in front of her eyes with some doubt.

"Ah—it's nothing, I just finished practicing and am about to go back. What about you, Stardust?"

McQueen then came to his senses and casually headed towards the rest area.

She picked up the towel she had prepared beforehand and carefully wiped the sweat from her face and long hair.

Although she has been drenched in sweat like this countless times during her horse racing training, this state is the norm for her.

But tonight, standing before the neatly dressed Stardust illusion, McQueen felt inexplicably uneasy.

"I just finished eating too, and I was just about to head back—"

Stardust Illusion nodded, casually tied a few sandbags together for McQueen, and then tossed them over.

Are you getting ready to go back?

McQueen, having taken the sandbag, knew that Stardust Illusion's dormitory was not in the same direction as his current residence in Mejiro Castle, which meant that the two would have to part ways here...

"Okay, I can continue training tomorrow, so let's continue tomorrow—"

"Stardust, wait!"

McQueen suddenly shouted, interrupting Stardust Illusion's farewell.

The Stardust Illusion, who had just turned to leave, turned back, blinked, and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? McQueen, are you hungry? I have two steamed buns here that I'm planning to eat later..."

"It's not that I'm hungry—no, you haven't even been training, why are you eating so much?!"

Seeing the giant meat bun that Stardust Illusion pulled out of his pocket, McQueen was so surprised that he forgot what he wanted to say and subconsciously made a sarcastic remark.

"I haven't been eating much these past few days. It's because I didn't eat much at night, so I just have something to eat when I get hungry."

Stardust Illusion explained it in a very serious manner.

"Don't eat like crazy! Don't you need to control your weight?!" McQueen shouted.

"weight?"

Stardust Illusion recalled its data and then replied, "It has indeed increased a bit recently, but it shouldn't be important, right?"

"It's not that it's unimportant!"

As McQueen looked at the slender figure of the Stardust Illusion before him, he couldn't help but clench his fists quietly.

Tamamo, so you can be this arrogant just because you don't have any weight pressure... No, we can't continue this topic.

Thinking this, McQueen let out a long sigh and then continued to ask:

"Phew, talking to you feels more tiring than training... What was I going to say? Oh, right! Um... would you like to come over to my place for a bit?"

"?"

Stardust Illusion gave McQueen a look that seemed to ask, "What are you talking about?", but didn't say anything.

"Ahem... I mean, I have something I want to ask you. Stardust, you're going to participate in the G3-level special tournament in Kyoto, right?"

The girl, carrying her sports equipment, stood still and asked this question.

Under the cover of darkness, a blush appeared on McQueen's face, and his tail wagged behind him, clearly indicating that he was very nervous.

Seeing that the Stardust Illusion didn't seem to particularly want to refuse, she quickly continued:

"So, are you coming? I can have the chef prepare some more food for you—"

"go!"

The stardust illusion, already hungry, answered instantly.

Chapter 111 Would I, McQueen, lie to you?

Sitting in the room again, Stardust Illusion felt a little uncomfortable, and even slowed down the speed at which it stuffed meat into its mouth.

A rustling sound came from the bathroom inside the room—McQueen was taking a shower.

What's going on here...? Why am I eating here while McQueen went to take a shower?

There's something strange about this atmosphere.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Stardust Illusion frowned and sped up his eating, preparing to finish quickly and find an excuse to go back to his dorm.

However, whether it was a deliberately timed moment or not, the bathroom door slowly opened just as Stardust Illusion put down its knife and fork and before it even had a chance to wipe itself clean.

McQueen, still slightly steamy from changing into his pajamas, emerged from the building with a towel draped over his shoulders.

She had just come out of the bath and was playing with the ends of her wet hair with her left hand, her face slightly flushed.

Stardust Illusion speculates that this might be due to spending too much time in the bathroom.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Stardust."

As McQueen spoke, he walked to the seat opposite Stardust Illusion and casually picked up a towel to dry his long hair.

"That's alright. But since we've finished eating, let's talk about your situation, McQueen. I should head back soon—otherwise, if I come back to the dorm too late, the dorm manager will keep asking me all sorts of questions, which is a real hassle."

The dormitory head, Fujikishi, hadn't had much contact with Stardust Illusion.

However, perhaps due to the principle of same-sex repulsion, Stardust Illusion and Fuji Kiseki, a horse girl who is like the male lead in Takarazuka, do not have a very good relationship.

If the other party finds out I'm coming home late, they'll probably give me that operatic lecture again.

"hiss--"

McQueen gasped as he looked at Stardust Illusion, who was sitting in his room thinking about the dorm supervisor.

Isn't this guy... a little too heartless?

"Can you do me a favor?"

McQueen pointed to the hairdryer in the corner and said calmly.

"..."

Blow-dry your hair?

Stardust Illusion's eyelids twitched involuntarily, but she still obediently took the hairdryer and began to dry McQueen's hair.

Her slightly damp, icy purple hair flowed freely between Stardust Illusion's fingers.

As the hairdryer exhaled hot air, a faint citrus scent gradually filled the room.

"Anyway—how do you plan to approach the upcoming G3 open tournament, Stardust?"

McQueen, sitting quietly with his back to the Stardust Illusion, let the other manipulate his head and casually asked a question.

"Let's just run normally, it'll be a good opportunity to test my current abilities."

Stardust Illusion skillfully lifted the ends of the hair in her hand one by one, carefully twisting them under the hot air.

In her previous life, she had never done anything like this before, but last year, after her sister fell ill, she practiced quite a few times in order to take care of her.

During those exercises, her sister specifically taught her how to maintain a certain level of strength in the movements so that the person blowing their hair would feel comfortable.

"...I heard from my grandmother that some people in the JRA have already learned that you defeated the Noble Family."

McQueen narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation, and his tone gradually softened:

"Defeat the elite clan? Just send them the video of me getting beaten up by them during training. Can't they tell whether I'm serious or not?"

She replied curtly.

The purple hair in front of her was gradually drying out in her hands. Stardust Illusion casually put down the hairdryer and naturally placed her hands on McQueen's head.

Gently place your ten fingers on top and press down with a little force.

"Um...!"

Feeling the unexpected pressure, McQueen let out a short gasp, but immediately covered his mouth with his hand to suppress the strange sensation.

The fingers on her head seemed to have eyes, pressing precisely on her acupoints.

That wonderful feeling made McQueen relax even more, and he even felt his eyelids getting heavy...

"cough!!"

She coughed loudly to regain her senses, then raised her voice and said:

"There will always be people with unrealistic expectations. Right now, a lot of people hope to have a racehorse girl and win the Arc de Triomphe to prove herself—you might even be asked to challenge for that yourself."

"I?"

Stardust Illusion pondered McQueen's words, his hands instinctively continuing to press down.

The pressure sent a tingling, slightly painful sensation through McQueen's head, like a gentle electric current coursing through his scalp.

Neither of them noticed that the slight blush on McQueen's cheeks had become even more pronounced.

"Stardust, um... you want to challenge for the classic triple crown, right? That would... conflict with the Arc de Triomphe schedule. If anyone gives you trouble then... you can ask Grandma for help..."