Trainer Lu Jue was completely unaware of everything happening on campus.
After reorganizing the training room and finalizing the training plan in the morning, time just slipped away.
Lu Jue leaned back in his seat, letting out a lazy yawn.
Looking at the spacious lounge, he always felt it was too empty, lacking some floral decorations.
Forget it, he'd better let them design it themselves.
“I wonder how they’ll feel when they receive the gifts.”
His thoughts drifted away.
Actually, before today, he couldn't promise that welfare benefit.
The reason was simple: he didn't have that much money.
However, after he officially became a full-time Trainer, he finally gained his parents' approval—his frozen bank card was unfrozen.
In this world, Lu Jue's parents were both business people, so naturally, they hoped he would also go into business.
But Lu Jue knew that his parents' support wasn't entirely because he became a full-time Trainer.
Part of the reason should have been that his parents saw the business opportunities in the burgeoning Uma Musume culture in Longguo.
But no matter what, it was a good thing after all.
“In Longguo, there must be quite a few reincarnated Uma Musume, right?” Lu Jue looked at the wall clock, lost in thought.
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After lunch, Lu Jue simply stayed in the training room.
Before long, Haru Urara, Special Week, and Silent Suzuka arrived at the training room entrance to gather.
“Everyone’s here, let’s start training then.”
“Trainer, don’t you need to call roll?” Haru Urara raised her hand high, always full of energy.
“There are only three people and...”
Meeting Uralala's eyes, which sparkled with anticipation, Lu Jue swallowed his words back.
Could the team members he found be wronged? Spoil them!
“Haru Urara.”
“Here!”
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“Special Week.”
“Here! Trainer!”
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“Silent Suzuka.”
“Here.”
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“Very good, our team’s first training session begins now.” Lu Jue led the three toward the training ground.
Warm-up exercises before training were essential, so Lu Jue first had the three of them jog slowly for four kilometers, followed by dynamic stretching.
“Take a five-minute break.”
Lu Jue glanced at the three of them; even the worst, Uralala, wasn’t panting much.
He couldn’t help but marvel at the high running talent of Uma Musume; it was just that there were differences even among Uma Musume.
However, he would gradually adjust the intensity later on.
“Time’s up, let’s continue training.”
Today’s overall training was relatively relaxed; Lu Jue only conducted basic aerobic running.
But by the end of the afternoon, the three’s sportswear was already soaked.
The evening wind felt quite cool on their bodies, so Lu Jue, fearing that dampness might enter their bodies after their sweat dried, told the three to change in the training room.
After the three changed, he held a small meeting specifically for Special Week.
“Xiao Te, what did you say your dream was before?”
“To become the Japanese Number One Uma Musume.” Special Week didn’t know why Lu Jue was asking this.
“Then do you know the best shortcut to achieve this dream? You don’t, do you?” Lu Jue smiled.
“I... I’m not very familiar with it.” Special Week said, embarrassed.
“Conquer the Classic Triple Crown.”
“Classic Triple Crown?” Special Week had heard of it in class, but she couldn’t quite remember which three crowns they were.
“Yes, the Satsuki Sho, the Japanese Derby, and the Chrysanthemum Award. Each Uma Musume only gets one chance to participate in her lifetime. These three are all G1 level races.”
Special Week’s expression gradually became serious, and she silently committed Lu Jue’s words to memory.
Lu Jue saw the change in Special Week’s expression, so he changed the subject to ease the atmosphere, saying, “But you don’t need to be too nervous. Just take the first step well. Your debut race, if possible, will be arranged for next week.”
“Hmm, these races are indeed still far from me, I don’t need to... Eh!? Trainer, what did you say, debut race!?” Special Week initially agreed with recognition, but after realizing, she was greatly surprised.
“Mr. Lu Jue, isn’t this too hasty?” Silent Suzuka also felt it wasn’t quite appropriate.
Only Uralala was excited, “Debut race!? I want to too, I want to too!”
“It’s not hasty. With Xiao Te’s strength, she can indeed participate in a debut race.”
Lu Jue knew the outcome, but he couldn't say it directly.
But if Special Week also wanted to postpone, then Lu Jue would respect her wishes.
“Xiao Te, if you feel you’re not ready, it’s fine to postpone it.”
Special Week straightened her expression, clenched her fist, and said, “Trainer, let’s arrange it for next week. I have confidence.”
“Good, you are now Special ‘Great’.” Lu Jue gave a thumbs-up.
Everyone’s foreheads showed black lines.
“Xiao Te...” Silent Suzuka was still a little worried, after all, Special Week had only transferred less than a week ago.
“Silence Suzuka, you believe in me too!”
“Trainer! And Uralala, Uralala wants to participate in the debut race too!” Seeing the three ignore her, Haru Urara grabbed Lu Jue’s hand and shook it from side to side.
Silent Suzuka’s gaze sharpened, staring intently at the point of contact.
She only felt it was dazzling, like looking up at the scorching sun at two in the afternoon on a hot summer day.
But what did it matter?
Uralala was inherently mischievous and lively... Lu Jue couldn’t possibly have other feelings for Uralala.
Silent Suzuka tried to convince herself deep down.
But the look in her eyes towards Lu Jue gradually became resentful.
“Alright, alright, you wait, you wait.” Lu Jue finally managed to calm Uralala down and pulled his hand back.
“Am I also participating in the debut race with Xiao Te?”
“Uh, you’re not. You still need to mature.”
In Lu Jue’s opinion, if there were ten lotus flowers in the pond, he would pick one, and Uralala would pick nine.
“Then when will I be?!”
Lu Jue really didn't want to discourage Uralala, and the hand that had never reached out to Silent Suzuka now rested very naturally on Uralala's head.
Haru Urara froze, didn't stop him, and stared blankly at Lu Jue.
“I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t be too anxious yet.” Since it had come to this, Lu Jue simply stroked her gently.
There was a reason for the ‘kill’ in ‘head-pat kill’.
Uralala, who had been noisy, instantly became docile and quiet, looking down at the floor with her eyes lowered, her two hands intertwined, unsure what to do.
Trainer Lu Jue was stroking her head... It felt so good...
Lu Jue might overlook Haru Urara's actual age due to her petite appearance, but Haru Urara's own psychology would indeed provide genuine emotional feedback.
“In short, your training volume isn’t enough yet. When your strength is sufficient, I’ll take you to participate in a debut race, alright?”
Lu Jue took his hand back smoothly.
Seeing that Uralala wasn’t angry, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Okay.”
But this scene was not so heartwarming in Silent Suzuka’s eyes.
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