Uma Musume: Broken Supercar

"Xiao Hai..."

Haidu lowered his head to see Wen Jing mumbling in his arms. He looked at the sleeping Wen Jing clutching his clothes tightly. He also noticed that Yaxian beside him was looking at her symbolically. "Sleeping, Yaxian, if this year's competition goes well, then..."

"Well, if everything goes well, we will challenge the Arc de Triomphe this year, and then return home next year to compete in the Takarazuka Kinen and Japan Cup that my sister has been dreaming of."

Yaxian leaned against the car window, the scene outside made her a little dazed, "I hope everything goes well..."

"Yeah, I hope everything goes well."

Haidu looked down at Wen Jing, who was frowning slightly, and was a little absent-minded...

After a safe journey back home, Haidu carried Wen Jing, who was sleeping soundly, back to the house. In less than half a minute, he felt Wen Jing, who he had put aside, rubbing against him.

"Why didn't I realize you were so clingy before..."

Haidu sighed, and with some effort pulled himself out. After changing into pajamas, he looked at Wen Jing, who had curled up into a ball, and felt a little depressed, "Why do you like curling up so much..."

Early the next morning, Wen Jing, who had slept fairly well, opened her eyes and saw Hai Dushu's face, which was forced to be very close to her. After a brief pause, Wen Jing finally realized that Hai Dushu seemed to be sleeping with his arms around her.

So Wen Jing tried hard to resist the urge to move and waited for Haidu to wake up. However, she woke up earlier than Haidu, which made her a little unbelievable.

It was still a bit uncomfortable for Wen Jing to maintain the same posture for a long time, so she silently pulled out her arms and loosened her hold on Haidu.

Wen Jing got out of bed without caring who changed her pajamas, because she thought only Haidu could do that.

After washing up, Wen Jing leaned over to take a look at her door. Haidu was still sleeping, so Wen Jing went downstairs to eat a meal. Then she found that the breakfast seemed a little too meaty.

Wen Jing touched her chin. Based on her understanding of Haidu City, people would never eat these things for breakfast - people in Haidu City could not eat oily dishes in the morning.

"Miss Wenjing?"

The chef watched Wen Jing enter the kitchen absent-mindedly, then suddenly came to his senses and took out a small pot from the cabinet that had not been used for a long time.

"Ah, you guys don't need this stove, do you? I'll use it for a while."

Wen Jing's tone was unusually cold. She tilted her head and glanced at the chef, "Why is the breakfast so meaty..."

The chef stood next to Wen Jing. Although he felt that he was of no use to her, he was still ready to help Wen Jing with the operation at any time - Wen Jing was too short to reach the faucet switch built into the stove.

Wen Jing yawned, and spent a few minutes preparing some millet and simply cooking some millet porridge, the portion being only three bowls. In the middle of the process, Ji Zhao, who came to the kitchen to make protein drinks and black coffee, asked her to make one more bowl.

"Chris? Still drinking?"

"That's for sure, Wenjing."

Ji Zhao came over and looked into the pot, "Rice soup."

"Almost. Millet porridge is very good for the stomach. Xiaohai likes it, my mother likes it too, and I drink it occasionally."

Wen Jing shrugged and divided the soup almost equally into three bowls. "I suggest adding some sugar. It will taste much sweeter... I'll go check if Xiao Hai is awake first."

Wen Jing said this, picking up two bowls and walking towards the room.

Ji Zhao hummed, "It's really good..."

On the other side, Wen Jing went upstairs and entered the room with the symbolic help of Yaxian - holding a bowl in each hand made it impossible for her to open the door.

Wen Jing entered the house and put the bowl on the table. She looked at Haidu who was still sleeping with some confusion and disbelief.

"Why is Xiao Hai still sleeping..."

Wen Jing glanced at her mobile phone on the bed, and saw the thermometer and antipyretic drugs on the bedside table on Haidu's side. She immediately had a bad feeling.

It took some effort to get the thermometer, and then Wen Jing's eyes widened involuntarily, "Thirty-nine?"

Wen Jing subconsciously reached out and touched her forehead, then gently pressed against Hai Dushi's forehead. She felt that the temperature was not much different. She then remembered that she did not notice that Hai Dushi's temperature was abnormal when she got up, so she finally felt relieved.

He jumped to the table, tested the temperature of the porridge in the bowl with his hand, glanced at Haidu, and sprinted to the kitchen to get an insulated box.

Haidu woke up, but looked a little confused, "Wenjing?"

"Xiao Hai, how do you feel? Does your throat hurt?"

Wen Jing quickly fell to the bedside, a little anxious.

Haidu shook his head, "I have a headache, but I feel like I'm fine now."

"Then... let's go and ask the family doctor to take a look later."

Wen Jing tilted her head and looked at Haidu, and suddenly remembered the porridge she made. "I cooked millet porridge today. Xiaohai, do you want some?"

Haidu nodded, but still looked a little depressed, "Okay..."

Wen Jing immediately took out the bowl from the incubator and the small spoon she had taken earlier, "Let me feed Xiao Hai. It might be a little hot."

Haidu didn't say anything. He looked at Wenjing sitting next to him with his mouth slightly open, waiting for Wenjing to feed him.

Wen Jing moved very carefully. After feeding Haidu the porridge in the bowl, she went to get a cup of hot water for him - using her own cup.

"Well, you can drink the water directly, but I have a thermos, so it's okay to leave it there..."

Wen Jing said, touching her chin, "I'll go see a doctor, her throat doesn't hurt... Never mind, I'll just pull her up."

Haidu was stunned for a moment. Just when he was about to say something, he found that Wen Jing had already run out of the room. He sighed, "You are still so impetuous."

A few minutes later, a woman was dragged into the house by Wen Jing, but it could be seen that the woman looked very anxious.

"Haitoshi...his fever reached 39 degrees last night, right?"

"Um……"

After a brief diagnosis, the doctor prescribed some anti-inflammatory and cold medicine for Haidu and left. Wen Jing looked at Haidu with her cheeks puffed out.

Haidu looked at the precautions for taking the medicine written by the doctor, "There are not many precautions, and it's just a cold, but our plan to go out and play will be postponed."

"Xiao Hai's health is more important. It's better to recover first. And he doesn't have any symptoms today. I think we need to prepare more toilet paper tomorrow."

Wen Jing yawned, glanced at Haidu, and remembered something, "I'll go cook for you today, I hope Xiaohai recovers well!"

Haidu looked at Wen Jing who was full of energy and smiled. She felt much better now after sweating a little. "Okay, Wen Jing is really good."

"Tsk... After all, I am a good wife and mother, but my mother has professional certification!"

Wen Jing put her hands on her hips, looking so proud that Haidu wanted to laugh.

"Then Wenjing now has my approval...whoever marries Wenjing will definitely be very happy in the future."