I think I'm fine.
A mechanical horse's mouth had to be as tough as an alloy.
"Bourbon's mouth is as stubborn as some Uma Musume I know."
[Mars' Number One Gray Coat Beauty]: AT, name an Uma Musume right now! ... Whoever she is can decide for herself whether it fits!
[Invincible Lord of Seaside]: Um, Air Groove or McQueen?
[Hates Flashes and Manic Guys]: Teio, I dare you to stop hiding behind the president all day once you enroll!
[Rice Cake Fatty]: Spring's here. Teio should go get her shots!
[Invincible Lord of Seaside]: Nooo!
Nobody knew whose mouth was as stubborn as Bourbon's, but Teio's skin definitely wasn't tougher than a needle.
"That little break won't be enough. Can you recover in time?"
She had been drenched in sweat only moments ago.
"System analysis: Time until stamina and heat dissipation return to running range: seven minutes and twenty-eight seconds. I only need to regulate my breathing and wait."
Bourbon's calculation left Zhou Yuang wondering whether it was accurate. If it was, she had a remarkable gift.
To understand every function of her body, produce precise data, then follow a training plan and race schedule to the letter...
Come to think of it, I'd work pretty well with an Uma Musume like her.
The training plans Zhou Yuang had made for Oguri Cap and the others were scheduled down to the second. They might not have been as meticulous as the German maid's decimal-point precision, but he paid attention to detail.
Pair an Uma Musume with such accurate data with his plans, and it was the familiar equation: 1 + 1 > 2.
At that thought, Zhou Yuang began to look forward to seeing what sparks might fly between him and Bourbon in real life.
"Since you still need