At Tracen, I'm Good at Doing Time

Damn it. After seeing Manhattan Cafe, he could still believe they were two identical-looking people in different places.

But how had she vanished from the corridor and appeared in the basement?

Walking through walls was one thing, but teleporting? Come on, even for a ghost, that was too much.

How was he supposed to defend himself?

Looking at the smiling face inches from his own, Zhou Yuang felt sweat bead on his forehead.

[Invincible Lord of Seaside]: Aaah!!! What is that?!

A wild-looking face suddenly filled the screen, startling a certain young Uma Musume.

[Rice Cake Fatty]: That's not scary at all! What's there to be afraid of?!

McQueen had been startled by the face popping up too, but she remembered that this account had mocked her several times. Now it was her turn!

[Tracen Crown Prince]: That's terrifying! Where did this Uma Musume come from?!

[Tracen Version Higuchi Madoka]: Is she an Uma Musume who can teleport?!

[Faded First Heroine]: Eek! That really is scary!

[Supersonic B70]: You're kidding, right? What's with this Uma Musume?

Sunday Silence's sudden close-up sent the Uma Musume in the Livestream Room into a panic. She looked as sweet as Manhattan Cafe, but her expression, words, and whole manner could not have been more different.

Anyone would have been startled by a face suddenly popping up like that.

Even Sunday Silence herself.

"Oh my. That sort of behavior... Just what I'd expect from myself."

Beside Manhattan Cafe, Miss Sunday Silence took a step back, then folded her arms and pretended nothing had happened. Her expression, though, suggested she was far from unfazed.

"..."

Manhattan Cafe silently sipped her coffee, choosing not to call her friend out.

Still, she was curious. Her friend could not teleport, so how had she vanished from the corridor and