For Agnes Tachyon—someone who thrived on all kinds of experiments—research was always a top priority.
But even research had its hierarchy, its order of importance.
And right now, Lin Anran had skyrocketed to the absolute highest tier on her list of subjects worth investigating.
That said… most of her past research revolved around analyzing race data—things like finishing kicks and performance metrics of other horse girls.
Focusing on a single individual? And not even a horse girl, but a genuine human being? That was a first even for a mad scientist like her!
Yet, the moment she recalled that gentle young doctor from days prior—grasping her sleeve, promising to treat her until the very end—
That brief exchange, that fleeting heartbeat… it was enough to make the deranged horse girl scientist officially declare Dr. Lin, this foreign physician, as her new most fascinating research subject.
So—
Even as a G1 champion, even as Tracen Academy offered her the services of their most seasoned, grandpa-tier doctors… Agnes Tachyon refused them all.
After multiple rounds of diagnosis, she politely declined further treatment from anyone else, choosing instead to continue under the care of that impossibly young academy physician.
And just moments ago… she had finally stepped out of Lin Anran's infirmary!
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Half an hour earlier…
With her initial treatment complete and the pain in her legs dulled, Agnes Tachyon had been ready to settle the bill—or at least ask about the fees.
What she hadn't expected was for Lin Anran to shake his head outright.
The handsome young doctor refused payment, offering only a warm smile.
"I don't like money. I have no interest in it."
"I just can't bear to see a beautiful, determined horse girl like you injured—let alone forced off the track."
"I won't take a single yen from you now. If you insist… we'll settle it with a cut of your future race earnings."
"If I fail to heal you completely, you owe me nothing. But if I succeed? Consider it my reward."
Even someone as composed and sharp-witted as Agnes Tachyon was stunned by his words.
'What a kind man… No wonder even those American monsters speak so highly of him.'
After all, tendonitis was called the "incurable curse of horse girls." Once afflicted, returning to the track was near impossible. Even if recovery happened, performance would inevitably decline—making a return to peak form (let alone winning) a pipe dream.
Yet here was Lin Anran, offering long-term treatment for free—with payment contingent on future victories.
The black-hearted young doctor's long con was still in motion!
Having struck out in America, he had now brought his grand scheme to Japan!
Even if she did recover but never regained her peak… wouldn't that mean no payout for him?
What kind of doctor was this selfless?!
But the quiet conviction in Lin Anran's voice left no room for doubt. With a faint smirk, Agnes Tachyon accepted his terms.
The mad scientist horse girl—for once—chose to trust someone. And just like that, Lin Anran was etched into her mind.
Now, back in her lab, she immediately scribbled his name at the very top of her research notes.
As she did, her gaze flicked to another entry on the same page:
[Platinum's Physical Capability & Potential Research]
Another subject that fascinated her—Platinum, a true monster with boundless potential, one she believed could conquer the world.
If her own running had to pause… then observing another rising star would have to do.
Just how far will the Heavenly Pegasus gallop? The thought alone made Agnes Tachyon grin.
"Ah, right… The Oaks is in a week."
"The longest and toughest leg of the Filly Triple Crown—a G1 race. No way Platinum would skip that."
Her lips curled into something dangerously amused.
"Café, get me tickets. Two of them."
Beside her, Manhattan Café gave a small nod before asking:
"Should I hold onto them?"
Agnes Tachyon frowned, turning to stare.
"Why would you hold them? How am I supposed to give one to him?"
"Eh? You mean the second ticket wasn't… for me?"
Manhattan Café froze, her coffee cup hovering mid-air.
In all her years with Agnes Tachyon, the mare had only ever been obsessed with experiments, training, or race prep.
Right now, Daiwa Scarlet was busy with her debut race—so who else could the second ticket be for?
Did Agnes Tachyon even have other friends?!
Agnes Tachyon blinked, as if just remembering Café existed.
"Oh, right. You're coming too. Make it three tickets, then."
"Gotta save one for Dr. Lin."
Surely a G1 race would be right up his alley, no?
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[L·O·N·G· C·O·N !!!!!!]
The words blazed across the computer screen, each letter punctuated by excessive exclamation marks.
The black-hearted young doctor winced, his bloodshot eyes glued to the title as his grip on the mouse tightened.
"Gotta play the long game… Big fish don't bite easy."
"No—can't fret over the fees now. Once Agnes Tachyon's healed, the money will come!"
His greatest regret? All those years spent buttering up young fillies in America… and none of them panned out.
Even his best prospect, Big Red, had only managed a low-tier stakes win.
He'd cast his line so far with those American horse girls… and still came up empty-handed.
A total fishing drought.
But this time—
No more bad luck. He'd heal Agnes Tachyon's legs, and she'd shower him in gold!
No way she'd disappoint. She was miles ahead of some Big Red!
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T/N: Dudes just huffing copium
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