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

Knocking on the door implies a possible conversation, but poetry and wine do not wish to confront each other at this moment.

Gently place the clothes on the ground.

She took out her key from her pocket, quickly inserted it into the lock, and turned it with a "click".

The door was pushed open, but the room was empty.

"Did they go out? Good, saves me the trouble of figuring out how to start a conversation."

She breathed a slight sigh of relief and her steps became lighter.

My gaze swept over the bed of the Diamond Treasure:

The blue and white striped quilt was neatly folded and placed at the foot of the bed, while a round and cute donut-shaped pillow was placed in the center of the bed.

Poetry and Wine carried the clothes into the house and placed them on their table.

She first tidied up the pile of messy fabric.

Then pick out a summer uniform to wear tomorrow and hang it in the closet.

Finally, carrying the remaining clothes, I went into the cramped bathroom.

Turn on the tap, and cold water gushes out.

She was washing two training uniforms, foam rising from her fingertips, water stains soaking her cuffs.

'Ten pieces of clothing, I don't know how long it would take to wash them one by one.'

New Life: Chapter 12 A Unique Laundry Room Battle

"Hey, it would be great if we could move that communal washing machine from the dorm hallway here."

Suddenly, the poetry and wine paused.

'...What am I doing?'

I used to wash things by hand to save two yuan on water and electricity bills, and I'd forgotten that I could use a washing machine.

"Just take the clothes to the washing machine."

'Living alone for so long, I've completely forgotten about this.'

Poetry and Wine shook their heads self-deprecatingly and wrung out the washed clothes.

I picked up a bag of laundry detergent, stuffed the rest of the clothes into a plastic bucket, and carried it to the laundry room at the end of the corridor.

As I approached the laundry room, a damp smell mixed with the fresh scent of laundry detergent wafted towards me.

Poetry and wine peered inside.

The laundry room is small, with four white front-loading washing machines placed side by side against the wall.

Three of them were idle, their dark hatches wide open, while only the innermost one was humming and operating.

A layer of condensation covered the transparent glass dome, and the clothes inside rolled around into a blurry mass of color, making it impossible to see their original appearance.

There was no one else around; the owner of the clothes probably left after setting a time.

Poetry and Wine carried heavy buckets of water inside and chose the outermost table.

She bent down and stuffed all the wet, heavy training clothes and uniforms from the bucket into the roller.

Then the hatch slammed shut.

After doing all this, she straightened up and looked at the control panel above the washing machine.

It was a row of complicated buttons and an LCD screen flashing red numbers.

'Washing mode? Water level? Spin speed? Number of rinses?'

Poetry and wine, brows furrowed, fingers hovering in mid-air, hesitant to fall.

At this moment, the control panel seemed more difficult to her than a calculus problem.

Haha, just kidding, I can't actually solve it with advanced calculus either.

'Hmm... In my past life, I was so poor I could barely afford food, and I had to hand-wash all my clothes. I'd never used anything this fancy.'

She pursed her lips in slight annoyance and tentatively pressed a button that looked like "start".

The machine then emitted a piercing "beep" alarm sound, which startled her so much that she quickly withdrew her hand.

'Tsk, this is getting a bit troublesome.'

Just as Poetry and Wine were staring at those colorful icons, unable to figure them out, and were about to give up on using the machine and go back to hand washing,

"Do you need help?"

A soft, gentle voice, like a marshmallow, came from behind.

Poetry and Wine paused, then turned to look.

A horse girl with short brown hair stood at the door.

She has a round and cute face, and a green and pink checkered bow hair accessory is pinned to the left side of her hair.

Wearing a loose pink casual jacket and carrying a small empty bucket, she was probably there to collect laundry.

"I am Fiery Steed, living in 203. I've come to collect my washed clothes."

She gave the poem and the wine a completely unguarded smile.

Bright yellow eyes looked at the poetry and wine, and a natural affinity instantly dispelled the awkward atmosphere in the laundry room.

"I've noticed you've been standing there for a while, and you look a bit troubled. Are you wearing too many clothes and don't know how to set up the program?"

The poetry and wine, having struck a nerve, seemed somewhat awkward.

She lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously stroking the hem of her clothes, and hesitated for a moment.

In the end, they had to bow their heads to reality.

Her voice was cold, with a hint of unnatural stiffness:

"Could you... help me with this?"

"Of course!"

Fiery Steed showed no impatience whatsoever. She put down the small bucket in her hand and walked briskly to the washing machine.

She didn't start operating it directly, but stood half a step to the side of Poetry and Wine, patiently pointing with her finger.

"I'll teach you once, it's actually very simple."

"Look, if you're washing just one or two pieces of underwear, just press the 'Quick Wash' mode and then press 'Start'."

Her fingertips danced lightly on the panel.

"But if you stuff seven or eight thick clothes in at once like this, you should choose the 'large/standard' mode and increase the water level by two levels, otherwise it won't get clean."

As he spoke, Fiery Steed pointed to the laundry detergent bottle that Poetry and Wine had been clutching in their hands.

"Okay, now you can pour the laundry detergent into this tank and try pressing 'start' yourself."

"Oh well."

Poetry and Wine nodded, like obedient students.

She carefully poured in the laundry detergent, then took a deep breath and, mimicking what the Swift Steed had just done, firmly pressed the set buttons with her fingers.

"drop--"

With the final press of the "Start" button, the washing machine emitted a crisp beep, followed by the sound of water filling and the drum beginning to rotate slowly.

Successful.

Poetry and Wine looked at the green light and breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief, their tense shoulders relaxing.

She turned her head and looked at the Fiery Steed, who had walked to the innermost washing machine and was taking out the washed clothes one by one and putting them into the tub.

"that……"

When he spoke, his voice, though still relatively flat, had a touch more warmth than usual.

"I am Poetry and Wine of 302. Thank you for your help."

"It's nothing, helping classmates is the right thing to do~"

The Fiery Steed turned around, carrying a small bucket full of clothes, and waved to her with a smile, its eyes curving into beautiful crescent moons.

"By the way, you said you're in room 302... So, is your roommate a goose-haired horse girl named Diamond Treasure?"

Upon hearing the name, Poetry and Wine paused for a moment.

"Ah."

She nodded.

"Miracle-chan has a great personality. Although she's a bit lazy, she's a very gentle girl."

The smile on Fiery Steed's face deepened, his tone full of protection and affection for his friend.

“Lingzuan Qibao is my good friend. I’m so happy to know that she can live with someone as calm and composed as you. I hope you two can get along well.”

"..."

Upon hearing this, a very subtle hint of embarrassment flashed across Poetry and Wine's usually expressionless face.

Just over an hour ago, she had coldly refused the so-called "gentle child's" request to accompany her, and even gave him a hard time because she thought he was a nuisance.

"Hmm... she's a really nice person."

Poetry and Wine turned their heads away somewhat guiltily and gave a vague reply.

Fortunately, the Fiery Steed did not notice anything unusual.

She picked up the bucket and walked briskly towards the door.

"I'm off now! Bye-bye~"

As the pink figure disappeared outside the door, only the monotonous hum of the washing machine remained in the laundry room.

Poetry and Wine leaned against the slightly vibrating washing machine, watching the swirling water, and sighed softly.

This inexplicable feeling of guilt... is really unpleasant.

'After dinner, I'll buy something to apologize.'

Are there any people wondering why my chapter titles don't seem to have much to do with the content?

Actually, I usually write the chapter titles first and then start writing the main text.

Write down whichever sentence you dream about.

New Student: Is Chapter 13 for sale?

In the monotonous sound of the washing machine drum spinning in the laundry room.

Poetry and Wine waited idly for half an hour until the machine finally stopped working.

She went inside and picked up the wet clothes one by one and put them into the bucket.

The heavy weight in her hand gave her a strange sense of security.

'Does this mean a new life is beginning for me...?'

Back in her dorm, she didn't use the more convenient and faster dryer provided by the school, which was located in the hallway.

For poetry and wine, clothes dried by machine always have a burnt, scorching smell, far less refreshing and natural than those dried in the sun.

Of course, more importantly, solar energy is free, while the dryer costs extra.

Is it because they're worried about high electricity bills if too many people use it?

She skillfully hung the clothes on the clothes rack on the balcony, watching them sway gently in the breeze.

After all this was done, the dormitory returned to a deathly silence.

'...It seems like there's nothing left to do.'

'How about we buy a diary and start writing?'

The thought flashed through my mind.