The Meaning of Mind and Body as One with My Trainer (5700) (Continued)

At that moment, two options appeared before Zhou Yuang.

One was to agree. The other was to refuse.

Zhou Yuang clicked refuse without hesitation. Even Gold Ship, standing beside him, froze for a moment.

Sunday Silence scratched her ear. She felt an itch—not in her ear, but in her hands.

Zhou Yuang did not go straight to the Mejiro Family. He went to the Press Conference first.

The venue was already packed with reporters. They were sharks, and Zhou Yuang was a bleeding hunk of meat. Every one of them wanted a bite.

[Dirt Xiao Yan]: This is practically hell.

"Trainer, don't go out there. You hate this kind of thing too, don't you?"

Backstage, McQueen watched the reporters and reached for Zhou Yuang, trying to pull him away. But he did not leave.

"I do. But I have no choice. As a trainer, I can't let my Uma Musume get hurt."

What's wrong with a trainer taking it all on himself?

As Zhou Yuang thought this, he turned to look at the crowd below.

Some Uma Musume had been right. Those people were like little demons from hell, eager to drag someone down. As long as they could make another person cry out, they were satisfied, happy to listen to their own handiwork.

But Zhou Yuang did not care. He would act as though nothing had happened.

"Trainer!"

McQueen looked at Zhou Yuang angrily. How many times had this happened?

She did not know how to help her trainer. For a moment, she wished someone from the Mejiro Family would come and stop this press conference.

"If it's for my Uma Musume, I don't mind going to hell. That's all."

As Zhou Yuang spoke, he gently stroked McQueen's head.

"Come back soon."

McQueen fell silent. She lowered her head