After Nimble Beret tearfully walked away, Lu Jue looked at Seiun Sky and Silent Suzuka.

"Why did you suddenly pull me away just now?"

Seiun Sky answered with a question, "That fierce Trainer just now was really scary."

Lu Jue knew she was talking about him, and he sighed, "I was indeed a bit impulsive."

He couldn't restrain himself or hold back.

"But..." Seiun Sky's tone shifted, and she smiled sweetly, "It was very cool!"

Lu Jue was stunned, and then Silent Suzuka also nodded and said, "It was indeed very cool. We pulled you just now because we were afraid you'd hit someone."

"Hit someone? It wouldn't come to that. If I hit someone, then I'd be in the wrong." Lu Jue was very relieved to receive their understanding.

"This is the first time I've seen Lu Jue-jun so impulsive."

Silent Suzuka had been with Lu Jue the longest, so she had the most right to speak.

Imagining if Lu Jue had used that expression on her just now, Silent Suzuka would probably have burst into tears.

It seems she shouldn't make Lu Jue angry in the future.

"I didn't want to, but that kind of behavior is really dangerous. If something happened to her eyes, how would Xiao Te participate in races in the future?"

"And I also said, Xiao Te just transferred here, she doesn't have many friends, and she's always been honest and simple."

"If she gets bullied, and she could bully them back, I'd be overjoyed."

"But would she? If not, then as her Trainer, if I don't stand up for her, should I just let her be bullied?"

...

Lu Jue vented the anger in his chest with his words, so he spoke more and more.

But he didn't notice the two additional gazes behind him.

It turned out Special Week and Uralala had arrived at some point.

"Trainer-san..."

Lu Jue heard this, turned around, and greeted them with a smile, "Xiao Te, congratulations..."

A soft warmth enveloped him, and Lu Jue's words were temporarily cut off.

Special Week hugged Lu Jue's waist, crying in his arms like a tearful child, "Thank you, truly thank you..."

Her embrace was light, yet also heavy.

After Lu Jue understood, his bewildered hands finally rested on Special Week's back, gently patting her.

For a moment, he felt that the mistakes he had made in the past had been forgiven.

"Xiao Te, you heard everything?"

"Mm."

"Just run with peace of mind; the rest of it is the Trainer's responsibility." Lu Jue patted Special Week again, "Alright, no more crying."

"Mm." Special Week also stopped her tears.

At this moment, belated shyness turned into a blush, floating on her face.

Trainer-san's embrace is so warm... so reassuring...

At this moment, Special Week became clever and changed the subject, saying, "Trainer-san, I want to eat lots of carrots at the celebration banquet."

"No problem! I know many ways to prepare carrots."

"That's great!!"

"Trainer, Uralala wants to eat too!"

"You and Xiao Te discuss it, after all, this celebration banquet is for Xiao Te."

"Xiao Te!" Uralala took Special Week's hand and whispered something in her ear.

...

Silent Suzuka watched this scene with a smile, envious but not jealous.

While happy for Special Week, she was also a little happy for herself.

Seiun Sky felt the same way, feeling that she hadn't joined the wrong team or found the wrong Trainer.

...

The group packed up their things and walked out.

When they reached the parking lot, Silent Suzuka remembered something she had forgotten.

"Silence Suzuka, you haven't left something behind again, have you?" Special Week, already used to it, teased.

"I did forget something, but it's not related to me, it's related to you."

"Related to me?" Special Week thought for a moment and found that she hadn't left anything behind.

Silent Suzuka didn't answer, but looked at Lu Jue, "Lu Jue-jun, have you forgotten something too?"

Seiun Sky realized, holding back a laugh beside them.

"Did I forget something?" Lu Jue was even more bewildered.

He couldn't figure it out, and even glanced at Haru Urara.

Uralala hadn't left anything behind either, what else could he have forgotten?

"Wait, now that you ask, I think I remember." Lu Jue caught a fleeting thought in his mind and widened his eyes, "Oh no! Winning Live!"

...

Oh no, it was indeed over.

If he had forgotten the time, there would still be time to make up for it.

But if he had forgotten the performance rehearsal, then it was over.

Special Week's situation was clearly the latter; let alone rehearsal, she hadn't even started learning the dance.

However, when she stood at the center of the stage, looking up at the sky with a helpless and desperate expression, unmoving.

Lu Jue, below the stage, ungraciously burst out laughing, "Hahahahaha!"

"Xiao Te is sometimes really silly." Silent Suzuka also couldn't help but smile, but she suddenly remembered the last time Lu Jue took her picture and made it into an emoji, "But Lu Jue-jun, you shouldn't take pictures, right?"

"You're right, there might be campus news reports tomorrow, and Xiao Te's photo will be in them then."

"That's not what I meant..."

Seiun Sky looked at Special Week on stage, with fighting spirit burning in her eyes.

She and Special Week were from the same generation, but she debuted earlier than Special Week and had more wins.

In future major races, the two of them would definitely meet frequently.

...

Although tonight's Winning Live was a bit clumsy, the audience's enthusiasm remained, and cheers were incessant.

Besides Special Week making a fool of herself, another Uma Musume also made a spectacle of herself—Nimble Beret.

However, she wasn't because she hadn't rehearsed, but because her movements were uncoordinated.

It was as if she was enduring something...

Lu Jue naturally noticed her, thinking that her mind must still be replaying the scene from the afternoon.

This girl must have been lawless in the past, and no one dared to confront her head-on before.

His sudden lecture must have scared her into submission.

But that was no longer Lu Jue's concern; he just wanted to see if Nimble Beret would come tomorrow.

If she didn't come, he would make good on his word and apply for arbitration with the referee.