You, McQueen! (Continued)

[Hates Flashes and Manic Guys]: Wait, could it be?

[Showa Red Supercar]: Oh my, that sounds lovely.

[Monster of the Concealment Bag]: I wouldn't mind.

[Tracen Cold-Joke Master]: Then it's settled!

[Fierce Little Horse]: Hold on. Did something huge just get decided?

How had a few people in the comments settled an official Tracen matter just like that?

Still, plenty of Uma Musume in the Livestream Room were getting excited. They'd wanted to join in for ages.

And now they could all play together in real life?

All they wanted to do was cheer.

Everyone in the Livestream Room chatted happily while the Uma Musume on-screen had a blast.

By the time their water fight had used up all the water, everyone was tired enough to want a break.

The Uma Musume attendants brought over some coolers and other things, including an Ice Cream Machine.

The moment McQueen saw it, she wanted a serving.

"Hey, that thing's stealing your job."

Seeing McQueen's eyes light up at the thought of sweets, Gold Ship poked Zhou Yuang.

That was all Zhou Yuang needed to know this Gold Ship was the same Gold Ship from the Livestream Room.

"Weren't you supposed to be sitting in the Livestream Room?"

Was she never going to let that go?

Gold Ship's remark didn't seem to have caught the attention of the Uma Musume in the Livestream Room, so Zhou Yuang asked quietly and turned toward her.

Earlier, Gold Ship had handled the other Uma Musume swarming her with ease, even striking poses as she dodged their water guns.

Then Sunday Silence joined the fight. That authentic practitioner of American Iaido shot Gold Ship so thoroughly that she looked helpless.

Gold Ship had meant to wipe her hands on Zhou Yuang's clothes, but when she saw he