Chapter 1964: and translation of title, then ===GLOSSARY=== with list of named entities appearing in these lines, using exact English

NO. 584: Then each had their own understanding.

Dazhenhan had monster cards.

This isn't surprising, since it was Aomo who rented them out as auxiliary tools for Uma Musume training, and also to increase the proficiency of those cards.

This was supposed to be a win-win, but for Dazhenhan it didn't quite work out.

After the Dream Cup Long Distance, Dazhenhan no longer needed to keep running, and the rationale for Uma Musume training should also collapse.

Aomo had thought about taking them back, but didn't feel it appropriate to bring it up right after the other's loss; instead, he received a request for help via communication: they had encountered some problems in using the monster cards for training, hoped to spare time to come assist, and also wanted to congratulate his success by the way.

What a great attitude.

Although the timing and her identity were both rather delicate, Aomo's first impression upon seeing the message was exactly that.

Defeated but not discouraged, she could still bless the champion with a calm mind.

Although at the end of the race footage, when everyone lay or slumped on the ground speaking, one could already see a hint worthy of a fine story, yet feeling this intuition again still inevitably evoked admiration for that seemingly top-tier bearing.

Then he slightly suppressed that lingering nervousness and dialed the coordinates from the message.

It was a familiar KTV.

It was well known among both Uma Musume and trainers, since Uma Musume need vocal practice as well as casual JK-style socializing.

Karaoke, claw machines, arcade games, eating good food, looking at running shoes, making beauty appointments… although some non-JK elements were mixed in, it's basically that routine with a few niche shared hobbies added depending on the person.

After all, participating in training means having competed, popularity not low, needing a KTV that can withstand interference, and the accustomed design must be excellent… such conditions aren't found by just picking any roadside shop. As the deep-virtual KTV industry booms, most physical KTVs in Jiemen District have been coasting, yet thanks to a steady stream of transmigrant customers, they fare better than other districts.

Aomo's daily busy schedule also included some peer networking, and he had received plenty of guidance and connections from seniors like Nishizaki Yutaka; just seeing how smoothly he greets the counter shows he's brought Uma Musume here many times before.

Aomo's daily busyness also included a small part of peer socializing, and he also received quite a bit of guidance and networking resources from seniors including Xiqifeng; just from seeing his smooth, familiar greetings and guidance at the counter, it's not hard to see that he has also brought horse girls over many times.

The point is, when he arrived at the private room mentioned by the black-haired Uma Musume and pushed the door open, he was greeted by ten gazes.

LudaoFu, TianlangXing, Qianming, BaiRen, Suzi, Chazuo, Aizhi, BoPang, and… WanShanJie?

And yet, the inviter herself—Miss Dazhenhan—was behaving even more on edge than he was.

It was clear the situation had surpassed her expectations, especially since her evasive gaze could form subtle linkages with everyone else's… though she already grudgingly admitted that Xiao Xi was right.

"'The cards have a problem' was indeed bait just like 'cats do backflips,' but the designer who set that bait for the assisting team, upon seeing the uninvited numbers arrive in waves, should also have realized the situation had long since slipped beyond their control."

The card having a problem is indeed just like the bait of 'cat can do a backflip', but the designer who assisted the team in setting up the bait, upon seeing the number of uninvited people coming one after another, should also realize that the situation's direction has long exceeded their control.

After a brief silence, Aomo sighed.

"Deep, could you please leave?"

"... I…" Unexpectedly, she remained firmly seated, saying, "I take responsibility for my own words."

"... Do you still keep in touch with anyone?"

"... Yes." With no room for excuse, she sheepishly admitted.

"We'll go over the rest later; for now, please clear out a genuine private space."

"Let's learn about the content later; for now, please make some genuine private space."

Having said that much, the bright yet oddly dense Uma Musume could only rise sheepishly, bow a few times toward everyone present, then hurry past Aomo in quick little steps—"Deep."

Having said that much, the clever yet in some angle unusually slow-witted horse girl could only sheepishly rise, bow a few times toward the direction where everyone was present, then, stepping quickly with small hurried steps to walk past Aomo—"deep."

She was stopped by Aomo, surprised enough that her ears twitched slightly.

Her eyes, rarely so embarrassed, seemed to imagine something and grew all the more panicked.

Yet she was met with a calm question.

"Is the problem with the monster cards real?"

"Eh? Ah… yes, it's true," she said, the little finger still hooked on her hem showing her nerves hadn't eased; she largely still felt it was a harbinger of some storm, "Although nothing happened during the race, afterward she'd had a period of uncontrollable random thoughts, and after fully transforming an odd emotion surfaced."

"Let's check it out another time," he said, unmindful of her avert gaze, "and besides, I'm not angry, and I hope our friendship remains intact."

"Let's find another time to confirm this later," he said, not minding the other's evasive gaze, "Besides, I'm not angry, and I hope our friendship remains unharmed."

"Ask me again later; though I'd like to say that, perhaps your gratitude now can offset your abruptness."

"Please ask me again later; although I want to say that, perhaps my current gratitude can offset your abruptness."

"There's no need to run, and some things shouldn't be avoided; having to wait anxiously is torture, so your invitation lets me feel I've stood on solid ground." He said, turning his head to glance at the circle—some averting, some facing straight on, some with smiling eyes.

All were quiet, all watching the show, but besides those about to be drawn into the drama, there was one who was truly just watching.

"WanShanJie, walk with her for a bit."

Maruzen sister, please accompany her for a while.

Obviously she never expected to be summoned like that, hence her surprised expression.

But that indeed is the fact.

Some things may happen, but only in the future, and there's still room for reversal.

But right now, at this moment, it's still far from the time she should sit together with the others.

Even a certain gray-haired middle schooler with an ultra-long shelf-life guarantee is more qualified than she.

But a middle schooler being qualified is again unlikely.

However, just as several high schoolers could show up uninvited, he also felt——

"Also, if you happen to encounter a genuine clever one on the road, please keep her company for a walk."

Also, if you happen to encounter someone truly clever on the road, please accompany her for a walk.

"……"

Not mentioning the wide-eyed stare in the silence, Dazhenhan looking like she's saying 'Any more experts?!', Maruzen Sukī truly seems not to have processed it, yet also seems indifferent to everything.

"Like that," she said, patting the surging waves that could make Miss Dazhenhan glance askance, "No problem! I've got it covered!"

This just makes her harder to read… if she'd reached that line she wouldn't have risen so readily; if she hadn't, why join the fuss? But thinking of another unclear millet, Aomo stopped pondering, watched her boldly sweep Dazhenhan up and stride out, then closed the door, drew the room system, marked ultimate soundproofing, and added a manual layer himself.

It's becoming increasingly hard to see her… If she reached that line, she wouldn't get up so readily; if she hadn't reached it, why bother joining the fun? But thinking of another indistinct millet, Aomo stopped pondering, watching her boldly sweep up Dazhenhan and stride out, he too closed the door, pulled up the room system, marked ultimate soundproofing, and added a manual layer himself.

Then he looked toward the eight who had been waiting long in the field.

There is a sentence that I believe should be placed at the very beginning; otherwise, any subsequent communication could lose its meaning.

So I just got straight to the point and said it.

Tonight I will only stay at home overnight, and I also told Xiao Xi that I will come home early, and I also ask everyone to understand the meaning of this sentence.

?? Tomorrow's update is complete.

? (End of chapter).