People at Tracen, Skilled at Doing Time

His gaze wavered slightly.

"Air Groove, please do your best in the upcoming Japan Cup."

Zhou Yuang spoke to Air Groove earnestly, almost pleading with her.

Although he could not see her eyes, Air Groove kept staring fixedly at that steamed-bun head.

"..."

When Air Groove remained silent and even seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, Silence Suzuka put on a dead-fish-eyed look.

Say something! Hurry up and say something! Don't just stand there spacing out!

She turned to look at the comments in the livestream, searching for Air Groove's ID.

Silence Suzuka recalled what had happened last night and wondered just how clingy Air Groove would become after tomorrow.

Surely no Uma Musume would take advantage of the situation and still pretend to be innocent, right?

Surely not... right?

"Ahem, of course I'll do that. But... before then, shouldn't we get our stories straight? Didn't Silence Suzuka say that guy might come back?"

Air Groove was still as serious as ever. Her expression was calm as she spoke of her concern.

There was still the Japan Cup after this. It would be strange if they did not run into that guy.

It was not as if that manic guy could withdraw from the race by ending up in the hospital despite being watched over by a whole row of bodyguards, right?

"Get our stories straight? What story? You mean a story to deal with Pilsudski?"

Zhou Yuang unconsciously let go of her hand. The moment he did, he noticed that the ears atop Air Groove's head, which had been standing erect, drooped limply as though someone had dug the dirt out from beneath them.

Should I... try putting both hands back?

"Yes, exactly. At the very least, we need to forge some evidence."

Air Groove forced herself to remain