Bourbon's clear blue eyes suddenly turned red. She rushed straight up to Zhou Yuang, pressed both hands against his shoulders, and leaned in until her pained little face filled his vision like a victory animation.
"You know that moment when a child waits for her family to come home? A normal kid expects her father to pull a snack or a toy from his coat when he walks in. Can you imagine how happy she'd be to see him reaching for something? Can you imagine the despair on her face when he pulls out a set of test papers instead?"
"No idea."
That never happened to me, anyway.
Zhou Yuang looked at Bourbon's face so close to his, thought for a moment, then turned his head away.
"Please don't look away!"
At that, Bourbon's stray lock of hair began rapping against his head.
"Hey, why does that thing work like a teacher's pointer?"
Like a certain Cheems's baseball bat, Bourbon's stray lock went thunk, thunk against Zhou Yuang's head until it hurt.
"It's all your fault, Master!"
Bourbon's little face was full of reproach and the dead-eyed exhaustion of someone facing an eight a.m. class.
"Please reflect on why you made your beloved Uma Musume do something she couldn't do!"
If it had been any kind of training, Bourbon would certainly have done it.
She might have managed other things, but when it came to math, she simply couldn't do it. There was no getting around that.
"You made me eat a well, and you're bringing this up?"
Come on, then. Let's hurt each other!
Zhou Yuang struck the helpless, palms-up pose from the Umapyon dance, answering Bourbon's accusation with a look that said, Oh, really?
Then something occurred to him.
"The Potion's still working?"
Something was off about this