Perfect.
That was how Suluo judged his own arrangements.
He had spent a fortune scouring the world to enroll a batch of "good-for-nothing" horse girls—pure dead weight.
He'd get to burn money beautifully, and at the same time, there'd be basically no chance of making any profit.
After all, in Japan, there are strict restrictions on foreign horse girls entering races.
In general, foreign horse girls in Japan are not allowed to compete in the Classic races.
The JRA claims it's to protect the employment environment for domestic horse girls, so that's why the rule exists.
And the Classic races make up roughly 75% of the major competition landscape—meaning most races have nothing to do with you at all.
That student council member, Maruzensky, had once been unable to compete in the Japanese Derby precisely because of this regulation.
And the JRA has plenty more rules like that—regulations that clearly need improvement.
But no one wants to be the one who sticks their neck out and changes them, so those rules have remained in place.
Of course, there are a few exceptions.
One of them is the international-facing event: the Japan Cup.
In that race, the Japanese circuit allows horse girls from other countries to compete.
As a stage meant to showcase Japan's strength to the world—and to lure more foreign competitors—the Japan Cup's prize money is ridiculously high.
Three hundred million yen.
The same tier of massive payout as the year-end Arima Kinen.
The Japanese Derby winner only takes two hundred million, but the Japan Cup winner gets a full hundred million more.
If one of the horse girls Suluo invested in somehow won the Japan Cup, he wouldn't sleep for several nights in a row.
And as for the students in Nishino Academy's international class—if they wanted to race in important events in Japan, the rules basically made it impossible. The number of races they could even choose from was pitifully small.
Of course, that was assuming they were aiming for Grade I races.
But Suluo didn't plan on letting them run Japanese races in the first place.
Unless they insisted themselves, his idea was simple:
They should go back and run in their own home circuits.
Heh heh. That was Suluo's little trick.
When selecting students, he had the Nishino principal compile a list of applicants for the program, then went out of his way to have several top-tier professional trainers—expensively hired by the academy—evaluate the applicants' ability.
Then, in secret, he marked the ones with the lowest evaluations.
And when it came time to send out acceptance letters, he quietly added those weaker names onto the final admitted list.
In other words, these horse girls were handpicked by Suluo—girls who couldn't make it in their own circuits.
If things went according to Suluo's plan, these "rejects" would come here, receive great food and comfortable living, and let material comfort rot away whatever competitive spirit they had left.
Then, once they'd lost their drive and returned to their home circuits… wouldn't they just get absolutely slaughtered?
I'm a genius.
Suluo gave his own brilliance a silent thumbs-up.
And most importantly—just to prevent himself from making money—when these horse girls signed contracts with Nishino Academy, Suluo deliberately capped his share at 30%.
Meaning that even if they actually went out and won races, he'd only receive 30% of the prize money.
To be honest, Suluo wanted to set it even lower.
But the Nishino principal refused no matter what.
"Suluo! You've done so much for this academy! With your contributions, you can't take only that little!"
That was what the principal said.
In short—
In Suluo's eyes, the entire international-class project was a naturally perfect raw gem for losing money. After his careful polishing, it gleamed with the seductive luster of guaranteed losses and no profits.
All benefits and no drawbacks?
No—more like "a hundred ways to lose, not a single way to gain"!
Student quality?
He had personally "carefully selected" them!
Those applicants the professional trainers had judged as having limited potential—struggling in their own circuits, even facing elimination—were exactly the treasures he craved.
The principal was probably still wondering why Suluo showed special interest in certain utterly average applicants, not realizing that "utterly average" was precisely what Suluo wanted.
No exceptional talent. No top-tier competitiveness. Maybe not even much fighting spirit left after being ground down by their old environments—
Horse girls like that were the perfect foundation for Suluo's grand money-losing enterprise.
Expecting them to shine on the track?
Ha. Might as well expect pies to fall from the sky.
Entry restrictions?
They were heaven-sent.
Japan's tangled qualification rules—especially the layers of barriers aimed at foreign horse girls—were basically a moat tailor-made for his plan.
The doors to the Classic races were effectively closed to them, which meant huge numbers of high-payout Grade I races were out of reach.
Even if they wanted to try, most of them wouldn't have the means to force their way through policy walls that were nearly impossible to scale.
The Japan Cup?
Sure, the prize money was absurdly high—but a world-class stage like that, how could these "carefully selected" girls ever dream of touching it?
Just imagining that possibility felt like an insult to his money-losing faith—
Thankfully, the odds were so tiny they could be ignored.
Revenue split?
That was the tightening headband he'd personally strapped onto himself.
Thirty percent?
He wished it were three!
The principal's tearful gratitude—insisting Suluo must take more—had almost become the one risk in the whole plan.
Fortunately, he still managed to pin the ratio down to a safe line: "Even if, even if, even if they get insanely lucky and win something, I still won't earn much."
Most of the earnings go to the academy?
Fine by him. The academy's money was his investment anyway—left pocket to right pocket. As long as it didn't flow into his personal profit pocket, he didn't care how it moved.
Even better, he'd prepared a "corruption package" as icing on the cake:
Luxury dorms far above normal academy standards, top-tier training facilities, and meticulous, all-around care in daily life.
In Suluo's blueprint, this wasn't a whetstone to forge fighting spirit—
It was a gentle paradise designed to grind willpower down.
Let these already limited horse girls grow accustomed to comfort until they forgot why they ran at all—until they lost that do-or-die edge.
Then, when their "advanced study" ended and they returned to their home circuits…
Wouldn't they have even less competitiveness than before?
Wouldn't they just get ruthlessly crushed?
A perfect closed loop.
Pleased with his own flawless cycle, Suluo arrived early at Nishino Academy's main lobby.
Here, he would welcome his first batch of "lucky charms."
Thinking that, a soft smile naturally formed on Suluo's face.
When you're in a good mood, you smile at everything you do.
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