The Serious Mejiro Family? (4,400 Words)

Zhou Yuang couldn't agree. He hadn't chosen these Uma Musume for his team, but they had contracts now, and he would take responsibility for teaching them.

[Hates Flashes and Manic Guys]: You... You're such an idiot.

Only an idiot trainer would go out of his way to look after Uma Musume who lacked talent and were easily overlooked beside their dazzling peers.

And Zhou Yuang was, without a doubt, an idiot.

"Besides, this is Fifth Pack, right? Look how seriously McQueen is trying to run it. I told her before that we're Mind and Body as One, didn't I? If she's putting in this much effort while I slack off, how could I face her?"

Zhou Yuang kept writing, just as he had when drafting training plans at the police station.

His Uma Musume never stopped moving forward. As their trainer, the pen that sketched out their futures couldn't stop either.

This was a race between a trainer and his Uma Musume.

The goal was to see who could become the other's pillar of support.

Trainers were generally weaker than Uma Musume, but that didn't mean they couldn't win.

"Uma Musume handle the running, and trainers support them from the sidelines. Right?"

[Tracen Cold-Joke Master]: Exactly. That's perfectly normal, isn't it?

Rudolf typed her reply casually, then looked up and chuckled at the helpless Air Groove across from her.

You really can't keep him in line, can you, Air Groove?

Perhaps the only time Air Groove could pin Zhou Yuang down was in bed.

But Rudolf didn't know that someday, neither Air Groove nor even she herself would be able to hold him down.

The Uma Musume in the livestream watched Zhou Yuang continue working. Gold Ship, who had claimed the best VIP spot, quietly studied his eyes and stayed