"I don't think you need to worry. After all..."
Bourbon did not even blink. She seemed to think it hardly mattered if she did not report back.
What made you so reluctant to talk to your dad?
Was it because the phone malfunctioned and cut off your conversation during the Satsuki Sho, or did you think reporting back didn't matter?
Zhou Yuang looked at Bourbon, half tempted to fold his arms.
"After all, it's the Tokyo Yushun."
It was the dream of countless young Uma Musume in Japan, and a race many intended to stake everything on.
People said the Derby used up all their luck, but in reality, some Uma Musume pushed themselves so hard that their bodies never recovered.
"...I understand."
Bourbon looked as though she had no idea how important the Derby was. To her, this race was just another stop on the road to the Triple Crown.
But Bourbon was a good girl. At the very least, she ought to tell her father what she had achieved.
Her father had been among the first to support her dream. Whether for that reason or simply because he was her father, Bourbon should not forget what he had done for her.
But after saying that, Bourbon froze.
"Aren't you going to get your phone?"
Bourbon seemed reluctant to make the call, even though her phone was on a table less than two meters away.
She would not even look at it.
"Before the race, I spoke to my father, but my phone unfortunately malfunctioned..."
Bourbon looked at Zhou Yuang, her eyes full of distress.
[Festival Girl]: Bourbon, that sounds so hard.
[Am I Doomed?]: Yeah, that means she can barely use anything... Huh? Wait, what about the microphone she used for the Winner's Live?
[Galaxy-Eyes Photon Dragon]: Like