If She Could Really Do It

Maruzensky, seated opposite Symboli Rudolf in a relaxed posture, smiled and nodded. "Yeah. After serving as Student Council President for so many years, she's long mastered the experience, connections, and sense of proportion that come with it. As retired old-timers, it's quite moving to come back and take a look every now and then."

At that moment, Mr. C.B., who had been scrolling through her phone with her head lowered, suddenly clicked her tongue. Her brows furrowed, and clear displeasure appeared on her face.

"What is it now?" Maruzensky looked at her.

"Boring." Mr. C.B. turned her phone screen toward the others and tapped it with a fingertip. "Look at these so-called latest comments and reports—'Kitasan Black's recent words and actions have been excessively high-profile,' 'Has her winning streak made her lose the humility a Horse Girl ought to have?' 'Is her public challenge merely a publicity stunt?' They just keep repeating the same stale nonsense. There's nothing new at all."

Deep Impact, who had only just come in and taken her seat, paused at those words before frowning. "A public challenge? That's not what it was. It was just an ordinary invitation for a joint running practice."

Mr. C.B. blinked. "Deep Impact knows about it?"

"Mm. I happened to run into Almond Eye while showing a child around campus earlier, and I saw the invitation."

Deep Impact gave a brief explanation, her brow drawing tighter. "It seems to be part of Kitasan Black's recent training program. But how did those media outlets find out so quickly? There haven't been any approved interview permits lately, have there? Did they sneak in? And how could they report it like that?"

"Well—"

Mr. C.B. scrolled through her phone. "It's not exactly the media's fault. Kitasan Black's team publicly posted it on Horse