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Uma Musume: Slacking Professionally

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This is a fan translation of 人在特雷森,专职摆烂 The original author is 多功能复读机 Please support them! === After transmigrating to Tracen Academy in the world of Uma Musume, Kitahara Sota’s sole ambition is to slack off. When the Chairwoman calls, he pretends not to hear; invitations from the Mejiro family are ignored; when the Student Council approaches, he feigns sleep; and if an Uma Musume directly nominates him as her trainer, he simply vanishes without a trace. "I hope you're treating your life with the same attitude," someone remarks. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say," Sota nods absently, his eyes fixed on the glowing crimson display of [Unique Skills] before him. He firmly believes that as long as he's lazy enough, even a heavy track can’t catch up to him. Reality quickly proves him right. Soon, his reputation as an incurable slacker spreads, leading all of Tracen Academy to unanimously acknowledge him as... ...A walking Matatabi, the Three Goddesses' Chosen, guardian of Tracen, and savior of Uma Musume everywhere. Kitahara Sota: “…Huh?” #Umamusume #Uma Musume #Pretty Derby
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