If I'm Wrong, I'll Take McQueen's Last Name!

Perhaps her talent was as small as she was now—small enough to make people laugh.

But she desperately wanted the person before her to see her, to be drawn to her the way Zhou Yuang had been when he first noticed her.

"See my dream..."

"Right! I want to see your dream, big brother. And if I can, I want to be as close to it as possible!"

The Little Uma Musume's ears twitched, and her tail bounced with excitement and determination.

"I might not become the kind of Uma Musume you're looking for, but I want to help you! I want to see your dream come true!"

A dream?

It was a nice word. But adults didn't have dreams.

Seeing how much hope she had placed in the story he had just made up, Zhou Yuang felt a little awkward.

An innocent child had fallen so easily for the lies of a future no-good trainer.

If she wasn't talented enough, he might end up ruining her life.

She could have lived an ordinary, carefree life, without soaring highs or crushing setbacks.

Instead, she would pay the price for his dream?

She doesn't know whether she's fast, but she still wants to witness it—or even help make it happen...

This kid...

Meeting her clear blue-sky gaze, so guileless it softened his heart, Zhou Yuang admitted he had been narrow-minded.

He had thought only of himself, while she had thought of his dream. Someone like him really did think only of himself.

"When you said you might not become the kind of Uma Musume I'm looking for, what did you mean? Don't most Uma Musume believe they can? Aren't you confident in your running?"

"Because... I've never raced another Uma Musume."

The Little Uma Musume shook her head, troubled by his