Lu Jue pulled out a small blackboard and circled and drew on the already prepared track map, saying, "From here to here... the track is 2000 meters long. What's different from a normal track is the 200-meter uphill slope near the finish line."
"Xiao Te, do you understand?"
Seiun Sky had experience, so these words were specifically for Special Week.
But Seiun Sky, standing nearby, felt a strange discomfort in her heart, as if she had been ignored.
"Uphill slope?" Special Week looked puzzled.
"Yes, an uphill slope, so this will be the most difficult 2000 meters you've ever run." Lu Jue nodded, "But the training plan I arranged for you includes uphill slope training, so as long as you follow it, you'll be fine."
"Okay, Trainer sir." Special Week felt the training schedule in her arms had become even more precious.
"Also, about your diet, don't eat too much, or you'll gain weight before the race and won't be able to fit into your victory uniform... Got it, Special 'Eater'?"
Other Uma Musume wouldn't make such a mistake, but Special Week, whose appetite could probably rank second at Teresen, was a different story.
"Trainer, you're giving me nicknames again!" Special Week pouted, but her hand unconsciously touched her stomach, "You're making my stomach feel uncomfortable."
"Really?" Uralala also reached her hand into Special Week's clothes, "Trainer, Xiao Te is lying, I touched Xiao Te's stomach, it's soft and very comfortable."
"Uralala!? Take your hand out!" Special Week frantically pressed down Uralala's mischievous hand.
Silence Suzuka watched this scene and laughed, while only Seiun Sky kept her hands behind her back, distracted.
"Alright, alright, one more thing." Lu Jue clapped his hands, drawing Special Week's attention back, "Xiao Te, you remember Nimble Beret, right? She will also be competing in the Yayoi Sho this time, you should pay attention to her."
One should not harbor intentions to harm others, but one must be on guard against others.
Especially since Lu Jue knew nothing about Nimble Beret, an Uma Musume with very few appearances.
"Okay, I understand, Trainer."
"Let me think if there's anything else..." This time, Lu Jue let the two train separately, so he naturally had to finish explaining everything that needed to be explained, "Oh, that's right!"
After he finished speaking, he walked to a cabinet nearby and took out two wooden boxes.
Lu Jue handed one to Special Week, and was about to give the other to Seiun Sky, but found that she was standing still, spacing out, "Seiun?"
Everyone's gaze followed Lu Jue's to Seiun Sky.
"Huh?" Seiun Sky's eyes refocused, and she forced a smile as she leaned closer.
"What's wrong? What were you thinking about just now?"
"Nothing, I just thought of something else and got distracted." As Seiun Sky spoke, her eyes unconsciously avoided Lu Jue's gaze.
She took the box, and to divert everyone's attention, she opened it directly.
Looking at the two iron-ring-like objects inside the box, Seiun Sky asked, puzzled, "What is this?"
Just as Lu Jue was about to explain, Seiun Sky opened one of the "iron rings" and put it on her hands, with her wrists together, "Are these handcuffs? Trainer... this thing seems a bit strange."
"You're not right..." Lu Jue's mouth twitched. These two "iron rings" had no connecting parts, yet she could think of that... Oh no, he seemed to have thought of strange things too.
"Isn't it worn here?"
Seiun Sky said, taking apart one of the "iron rings" and casually putting it around the neck of Silence Suzuka, who was closest to her, "Is it worn here instead?"
"Sei-Sei-Seiun Jiang, what are you doing!?" Silence Suzuka was slow for a few seconds, then reacted and quickly took off the "iron ring."
After Seiun Sky's actions, Silence Suzuka felt her cheeks and even her body heating up, as if she were soaking in a steaming hot spring.
How could it be worn around her neck!?
Silence Suzuka suddenly thought of some of the small books she had recently read, and unconsciously put herself into the scenario.
In her mind, she slowly looked up in a certain pose, gazing at... the indifferent Lu Jue.
"Don't pull the chain!" In her urgency, Silence Suzuka suddenly shouted something nonsensical.
Everyone present was stunned.
Lu Jue blinked, "Silence Suzuka... are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" Silence Suzuka took a deep breath, then realized what incredible words she had just uttered, "I'm going to the restroom."
"Okay..." Lu Jue nodded, watched Silence Suzuka leave, then looked at the instigator, "Little Seiun, stop messing around, listen carefully while I introduce these to you."
"Alright."
Seiun Sky didn't seem very interested.
Her attention was entirely swayed by Lu Jue's previous words.
Why did Lu Jue address all the previous warnings to Special Week alone...
This made Seiun Sky feel like she was just an afterthought.
Everyone was a member of "Dream," so why... the favoritism.
Unfortunately, Lu Jue didn't consider so much. He picked up a ring and explained:
"These are weighted rings prepared for the two of you. They're new technology, adjustable in weight, and can be used for uphill training."
The world of Uma Musume was inherently complex, and high-tech items like these adjustable weighted rings naturally existed.
After Lu Jue's parents started paying attention to domestic Uma Musume races, they began investing in the research and development of products related to Uma Musume affairs.
These two pairs of weighted rings were just recently developed but had not yet been officially released.
With this item, Uma Musume wouldn't have to climb overly steep stairs or slopes.
As a Trainer, Lu Jue always had to prioritize the safety of his team members.
"So... these weighted rings are worn on the legs." Lu Jue said, squatting in front of Special Week, "Xiao Te, let me put them on you, and you can feel them."
"Okay." Special Week nodded, slightly shyly covering her skirt.
Only after Special Week's affirmative response did Lu Jue dare to touch Special Week's legs—he was afraid of being kicked flying by a hoof.
Indeed, autumn was the season for plump Uma Musume.
These legs were simply born for racing.
Lu Jue unconsciously kneaded them, and suddenly went from understanding Nishizaki Ryu to becoming Nishizaki Ryu.
The feel, of course... was wonderful, but it was a shame there were no stockings to go with Special Week's victory uniform.
Compared to Lu Jue expressing his thoughts internally, Special Week's knees were slightly bent.
The sensation of Lu Jue's hand gliding over her skin was actually very comfortable, but after he moved it, it made her feel a bit ticklish.
Most importantly, she didn't seem to resist.
There was no impulse to kick Lu Jue into the wall.