Zhou Yuang thought nothing more of it, but Bright's provocative remarks had made Takamine and Aldan unusually aggressive toward him.
All he had to do was say he was exhausted today, share a dream with Bourbon first, then spend tomorrow getting cozy with the two sisters.
Now that would be sweet.
"All right, since we've asked so many questions... it's not bedtime yet. How about we play a game?"
Ryan, McQueen's dear friend who looked out for her in the main story, stepped in to smooth things over. She was reassuringly dependable, just as you'd expect from the emotionally perceptive upperclassman so many younger students respected in the game.
Games were fun. Barring network issues, idiots, questionable game design, or family members calling a halt, everyone could lose themselves in one and gradually forget their troubles.
That brought the questioning to an end.
At Ryan's suggestion, White McQueen turned toward her.
"Sure. What should we play, though? There are quite a few of us."
Seven Uma Musume and one human made eight people—far too many for most games.
A tabletop role-playing game would probably take ages just to make the characters.
"Hmm. What if a few of us act as referees?"
Zenno Rob Roy suggested having some people play while the rest served as referees or assistants.
"Sounds good. What should we play?"
White McQueen called Little McQueen over to stand beside her as she chatted with the others from 87 Group.
Just then, Bright appeared without a sound, holding a game box.
"How about this?"
Bright gripped the bottom of the box with both hands and rested its other end against her chin, looking like a big dog with a plank in its mouth.
"What's that?"
White McQueen looked over curiously.
"Let me see... Horse Immortal?"
"Horse Immortal?"
It