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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement

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This is a fan translation of 赛马娘,从入门到地下室 The original author is EEEEE然后亮标 Please support them! === To all trainers: throughout your tenure, please never harbor or expose even the slightest notion of romance. Relationships are strictly forbidden—whether among colleagues or between trainers and Uma Musume. At all times, maintain appropriate distance from everyone. Never proactively invite Uma Musume to meals. If one invites you, find an excuse and politely decline. Do not pat heads! Do not touch horse ears! Do not touch tails! When going to sleep at night, ensure your doors and windows are locked. If you hear doors being torn down or the screams of your colleagues, do not leave your room. Immediately call campus security and remain inside until the authorities handle the situation. If an Uma Musume confesses feelings to you, politely decline without showing irritation or excitement. Play dumb! Always pretend you didn't understand! Afterward, promptly apply for campus protection. If necessary, the academy may arrange for your discreet resignation. If you happen to be a handsome male trainer, charming in speech, gentle (yasashii), and obviously attractive to the opposite sex—resign immediately. It's not discrimination; you simply do not belong here. If you insist on staying, the dark basement will inevitably be your only fate. Mizuno Sora looked at his evaluation of Appearance S, Scent S, and Voice S, and began to struggle inwardly. #Umamusume #Uma Musume #Pretty Derby
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