At Tracen, Good at Doing Time

Zhou Yuang's pen had not stopped moving since he began, drawing Maruzensky's attention once again.

It was probably a training plan. Like Air Groove, Maruzensky kept a little distance rather than peeking.

It was more than a matter of courtesy, and she would not take it lightly.

Like the other Student Council members, she had her doubts. But without evidence, they could not accuse someone unfairly. That had always been the Student Council's way.

So how should I talk to this dedicated gentleman?

Thinking back on the task President Rudolf had given her, Maruzensky found herself at a loss.

If he had been an Umamusume, she could have chatted with him all day.

She had never been good at dealing with trainers. When she debuted, she could not enter the major races where she might face the strongest runners. She had all that talent but nowhere to use it, and only she knew what that felt like.

She still remembered arriving at Tracen Academy. Young and full of energy, she had been unable to suppress an Umamusume's instinct to run.

So Maruzensky entered a practice race. There, she showed just how far beyond the other ordinary runners of her era she was.

Maruzensky was already strikingly beautiful: tall, with a figure far more mature than her peers' and long reddish-brown hair finer than silk. The foreign-born Umamusume drew a crowd just by standing there.

Once she started running, it was something else entirely. Her stride had a rhythm all its own.

Her flowing hair caught the sunlight, revealing a beauty that took people by surprise.

With her looks and her powerful stride, she dazzled everyone like her red supercar, AT.

Only after she crossed the finish line did everyone realize that this prodigy had left the runner-up far behind.

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