No Forcing Romance ≠ I Won't Play Wingman

Air Groove glanced at Zhou Yuang as he approached little McQueen, unaware that Sunday Silence was hanging off him.

"Hey?! You!"

Seeing Sunday Silence draped over Zhou Yuang like a lover, White McQueen's eyes widened with fury, and she clenched her fists.

"What are you doing in public?!"

She has no shame! Even I, his fiancée, haven't done that!

We've only held hands!

"It's just a hug. People do it all the time in Europe and America~"

That much was true. Hugs between acquaintances were common there. But hugging someone from behind like this was far too intimate not to set minds racing.

Sunday Silence didn't care. The only people in the world who mattered to her were herself and Manhattan Cafe—though now there was also Zhou Yuang, a trainer who was very special to her.

She could do whatever she wanted now. She could even mock the Chairperson behind her back during a speech... Sorry, no, she couldn't do that.

Manhattan Cafe would crush her for it.

But Manhattan Cafe had no objection to her hugging Zhou Yuang.

Manhattan Cafe didn't mind. Zhou Yuang didn't mind. Did anyone else have a problem?

And who the hell are you supposed to be?

"What? You can hold Zhou Yuang's hand in public, but he can't hug someone else?"

You're already fuming over this? If you knew another Uma Musume had ridden your trainer, wouldn't you burst into tears?

"You!"

I may have been the third Uma Musume he trained, but that doesn't mean I have to come third in everything!

"Oh, and by the way, I've been hugging Zhou Yuang since you watched Oguri Cap's Retirement Race during your Training. I was right beside him, watching your story unfold~"

*I've been hanging off Zhou Yuang from the very beginning. Even when