"No, we haven't completely solved that problem yet."
Bourbon had begun to adapt to 2,000-meter races. She had diligently followed the training Zhou Yuang had given her earlier.
She could now run 2,000 meters in 2:07.
That looked promising, but it still would not be enough for the Satsuki Sho. She would have to wait until next year.
As for 3,000-meter races, Bourbon felt she still needed to work harder.
"Huh? Isn't that strange?"
She was entering a race before solving the problem? Was she really that bold?
The reporter stared at Bourbon in surprise.
"We're already working on the problem," Zhou Yuang said at once. Still, he doubted a serious explanation would do much good.
People always inflated their claims to intimidate others.
An army might be said to number hundreds of thousands, for example, when that count included everyone cooking its meals.
But Bourbon was like someone who told a shopkeeper her exact budget and how badly she needed the item. Of course the shopkeeper would seize the chance to squeeze more money out of her.
The reporter looked down at his notebook. He did not write immediately, only jotted down the remark in passing.
Zhou Yuang knew that people who could barely run faster than an Uma Musume and had far worse form were about to start talking again.
[Rice Cake Fatty]: Don't tell me...
Little McQueen had finished the dessert she had prepared for Zhou Yuang's stream. Remembering what had happened earlier, she began to wonder.
The next moment, a clock appeared to signal a scene change.
Then Bourbon appeared, reading a newspaper.
"Bourbon, the highly anticipated queen of the sprints and a rookie Uma Musume with all eyes on her, has abandoned her strength to compete against others in longer races... The decision has baffled