Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

Horse Girl, Your Friend is Making a Comeback at the Racecourse (Author: Mingyue Lu)

[Contains elements of lifelong regret]

Poetry and wine have no desire to intersect with other horse girls.

In particular, as soon as I interact with someone, I become their friend and am forced to go to training.

My roommate is a diamond-cut gem, my class monitor is Cheng Tianlu, and my teammates are twin turbos...

Countless horse girls circled around her.

"Ugh, this is so annoying. Now that training is over, let's say goodbye."

The girl leaped into the water.

[Introduction to Kushou]

The plot will alternate between a realistic volume (romantic comedy) and a scripted volume (a story of lifelong regret).

Freshmen: Chapter 1 - School Starts?! A Grand Serialized Novel!!

The morning sun shines on the city, and a few drops of dew still cling to the leaves of the trees along the streets.

"Tap tap tap tap..."

A series of hurried footsteps came from the road in the distance.

This wasn't the sound of ordinary running; it was the rhythmic clatter of hooves, like the sound of a racehorse galloping.

Wow, it's the start of another school year.

The uncle selling pancakes by the roadside put down his spatula, looked up, and couldn't help but sigh.

Following the sound, a large group of newborn female horses galloped along the wide central avenue.

Horse Girl.

A unique race distinct from humans.

Every female horse possesses physical abilities and a desire to run that far surpass those of humans.

Legend has it that the soul of every horse girl comes from another world.

These newborn female horses weren't running very fast; they were probably just using this as a warm-up.

among them.

The petite woman carried a bulging hiking backpack, the straps digging into her shoulders slightly, but her ponytail still swayed energetically from side to side.

Some female horses carried only a small sports bag, and the ribbons on their tails fluttered in the wind.

A tall, bushy-haired woman stuffed her earphones into her ears, the white wires flailing wildly in the wind like dancing snakes.

"Hey! Whose headphone cord hit my ear again?!"

A scream suddenly came from the middle of the group, and a chestnut-haired female horse covered her sensitive ears.

Her ears stood up in anger, and her tail popped out like a fluffy dandelion.

The surrounding female horses burst into laughter, their ears twitching even more violently, their tails slapping against each other like a group of middle school students just released from school.

Further ahead, a tall, pink-haired woman was running while constantly adjusting her skirt.

The wind billowed her skirt, and she hurriedly pressed it down with her hands.

As a result, its tail lost its balance and suddenly swung to the left, almost tripping it.

The sounds of hooves, laughter, and the "slap slap" of tails hitting the air were all mixed together.

Sunlight fell on the horse girls' hair, shoulders, and slightly swaying ponytails, shattering into countless leaping specks of light.

The pedestrians didn't seem to care much, as if they had gotten used to this scene.

"This must be Central Treson College, right?"

A tourist from out of town is taking pictures with his phone.

A local nearby laughed:

"That's right, the nation's top horse racing girls school. The opening day is more spectacular every year."

"No wonder there are so many female horses on the street."

"Yes, those are all future champions."

"Look at that group, they should be short-distance experts, their steps are light and their pace is fast. The ones behind them with steady steps are mostly middle- and long-distance runners."

"Wow, there's even horse racers to watch! That's amazing!"

The tourists listened intently, their phones still taking pictures.

At the end of the street, the main gate of Treson College was fully open.

It was an unassuming building, its metal school badge gleaming in the sunlight.

On the right wall directly opposite, there is a sign that reads "Japan Uma Musume Training Center Academy" in large gold lettering.

A gentle female staff member in a green uniform was greeting the new students by the door.

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"Hurry up! The opening ceremony is about to start!"

Someone in the line ahead turned around and shouted.

Laughter, footsteps, and the sound of suitcase wheels mingled together in the crowd.

This is a grand prelude for the horse girls.

Just as everyone was rushing toward the school gate, a figure slowly ran closer from the very back of the crowd.

The sound of the girl running slowly was drowned out by the noise.

She was a very beautiful black-haired horse girl, but her attire was somewhat shabby.

He was wearing a faded black hooded sweatshirt, the drawstring of which had long since disappeared, leaving only two empty metal holes dangling at his chest.

The front of the hoodie originally had a line of tiny white letters printed on it, but now only a blurry outline remains.

She wore a pair of dark gray athletic pants that were also quite old, with the fabric worn out badly at the knees.

The trousers were a little too short, revealing her ankles and a pair of faded black socks, the tops of which were loosely bunched up on her ankles.

She was wearing a pair of black training shoes that were so old they couldn't be older.

The girl's appearance stands in stark contrast to her attire.

Her long, black hair, streaked with a few strands of fine white highlights, was not tied up and hung naturally to her waist.

The girl's long, smooth hair was like a piece of the finest silk.

Her hair swayed gently with her steady steps.

On her head.

A pair of small, soft horse ears drooped in her hair, the tips occasionally fluttering in the wind, but they remained lazily hanging down, probably because she had no interest in the noise around her.

Her bangs were blown into disarray by the wind, and a few strands of hair clung to her face, partially obscuring her eyes.

If someone were to look under the girl's bangs, they would find a pair of deep black pupils, like a calm sea.

There was no ripple of disturbance from the surrounding noise, nor the brilliance that teenagers should possess.

She has fair skin and delicate features.

Her lips were a light pink, like a newly blossoming cherry blossom.

Huh?

She was beautiful, but like a flower blooming alone on a snowfield, the girl was so cold that no one dared to reach out and touch her.

She exuded an aloofness, as if separated from the surrounding hustle and bustle by an invisible layer of glass.

The girl carried only an old, faded gray sports bag on her back, with frayed edges.

She held a thin booklet in her hand that read "Instructions for Freshmen at Treson College".

The girl ran at a steady pace, and the landing point of each step was predictable, clearly indicating that it was carefully planned.

Keep your center of gravity low and stable, and breathe evenly.

Some people turned to look at her and whispered among themselves:

"That child... has such a steady gait, he must be a master of long-distance running!"

"They look like they came from very far away. Did they travel this far alone on their first day?"

"Your face is so cold... You're the kind of emotionless person who never smiles, right? Hehe, so cute!"

The girl seemed to hear the sounds, but she didn't even lift her eyelids.

She simply tilted her head slightly, letting a strand of wind-blown hair brush against her cheek, and then continued forward.

The sunlight shone from behind her, casting a long shadow.

She looked up at the plaque that read "Japan Uma Musume Training Center Academy".

The calm, black pupils reflected the large, gold-embossed characters.

"Hmm, it's been three or four years, and I'm finally enrolled."

"As long as we win the debut race, we'll have a chance to make money..."

She took a deep breath, clenched her fist, and then relaxed it.

Then, the girl continued running forward.

The wind brushed past my ears, bringing with it the fresh scent of the distant grasslands.

Today is the first day of school at Treson College.

……

The office of the Student Affairs Department had a faint smell of ink mixed with coffee.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the blinds, drawing thin golden lines on the wooden floor.

"Poetry and Wine, please take your documents. You have completed your registration."

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P.S.: New author, new book. Since the novel I was reading was updating too slowly, I decided to write my own!

More detailed character designs are available after chapter 190.

New student: Chapter 2, who else could it be but you?

in the room.

A staff member wearing thin-rimmed glasses pushed a stack of freshly stamped documents, along with the dormitory key, in front of the girl.

Poetry and Wine nodded slightly upon hearing this.

She extended her slender fingers and took the documents and keys.

"After registering... can I go straight to the dorm?"

"Yes, do you need me to show you the way?"

The staff member said gently.

Poetry and Wine shook their heads, their long, black-and-white highlighted hair sliding down their shoulders.

She said politely.

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need, I can find my way myself."

Having said that, Poetry and Wine walked out of the student office of Treson College.

The moment I stepped out of the student quarters, the wind outside carried the scent of the grassland.