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

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The pillow in her hand was slapped repeatedly on the diamond-cut treasure, with astonishing force.

"I'll hit you—"

a bit.

"I'll hit you—"

Two times.

"I'll hit you—"

Three times.

With each hit, her tone grew harsher, as if she wanted to vent all the frustration of the past few days.

"I'll teach you to slap me in the face—I'll teach you to slap me in the face—"

"I was wrong, I was wrong—! Little Jiu, have mercy—! I shouldn't have attacked you!"

Lingzuan Qibao laughed so hard he could hardly breathe, and was cornered against the wall.

She curled up in a ball, her hands covering her head, her silver-gray horse ears trembling violently.

But if you look closely, you'll find that her eyes, peeking out from between her arms, are surprisingly bright.

She had never seen poetry and wine so vibrant.

His poetry and wine were always gloomy, as if weighed down by something. He spoke slowly and walked slowly, as if he might collapse at any moment.

But now it's about poetry and wine.

Its eyes are bright, its movements are quick, and it can even laugh.

Although that smile looked a bit fierce, it was definitely a smile.

That's fine.

Lingzuan Qibao thought to herself, letting the pillow pat her body repeatedly.

This is the kind of liquor that truly lives.

While dealing with Miri Sunday, Akashi Tsubaki glanced at the battle unfolding here and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I never thought the Poetry and Wine trainer could get angry! He usually seems so cold, but he's quite energetic when he's angry!"

Beautiful Sunday deftly deflected Cherry Blossom King's attack with a pillow, commenting in surprise.

"Energetic? I think it's more like a young couple flirting."

Akashi Tsubaki raised an eyebrow and said with ill intent.

"Miss Tsubaki—!"

Cornered against the wall, Diamond Treasure dodged the pillow of poetry and wine while protesting loudly with a flushed face.

"No—! We just—waaaah—!"

Taking advantage of her distraction, Poetry and Wine ruthlessly slapped a pillow on her head, flattening her silver horse ears.

"Pay attention, or you'll be beaten."

"Xiao Jiu, why are you talking so much today?"

Diamond Baby rubbed its flattened ears and complained pitifully.

But the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

"Little Jiu, you're bullying me—! I'm going to fight back!"

Not to be outdone, Diamond Treasure grabbed a pillow from the ground and launched a counterattack.

The two quickly began to wrestle, their black and silver hair intertwined, laughter and pleas for mercy mingling together.

Poetry and wine can't remember the last time they acted like this.

It was probably a very, very long time ago.

So long that she almost forgot what that feeling was.

Or perhaps it never happened at all.

My body is moving, my heart is beating, and sweat is flowing.

There is no pain, only pure vitality.

She slapped away the diamond-studded treasure's counterattack with a pillow, and a small smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

The chaotic pillow fight lasted for nearly half an hour.

Finally, everyone collapsed onto their blankets, exhausted and panting heavily.

The air was filled with dust and the smell of the girls' sweat.

The room was a complete mess.

Pillows were scattered everywhere, and blankets were kicked to pieces, resembling a disaster scene after a typhoon.

"I'm exhausted... I can't go on..."

The cherry blossom crown lay unkempt on the bedding, its pale red horse ears drooping listlessly like two withered petals.

"Chiyo, it's all your fault... Why did you start this war..."

"Haha, it's been so long since I've had this much fun! This is also part of the special training!"

Sakura Chiyoou lay sprawled on the ground, her chest heaving violently, but her pale blue eyes were filled with contentment.

Poetry and wine lay on the bedding, staring at the ceiling, their chests heaving violently.

Her body was burning up, and her clothes were soaked with sweat on the back.

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But she didn't feel any pain.

Only the normal fatigue after exercise and the comfort of a gradually calming heartbeat.

This feeling... is wonderful.

Poetry and wine closed their eyes, a smile playing on their lips that they themselves didn't even realize.

"Alright, have you had enough? Go back to your rooms."

Naze Fumino's voice was indifferent; she was the only person in the room whose hair was neat and whose clothes were not wrinkled.

She stood in the corner, like a statue overlooking all living beings.

"Okay, okay—Trainer Naze is so scary..."

Sakura Jinwang got up from the ground and called to the others.

"Let's go, let's go. We have training tomorrow. If we don't sleep soon, we'll have to run laps as punishment."

"Maya Heavy Artillery, mission accomplished, retreat—!"

Maya Heavy Gun saluted and followed him out of the room.

On a beautiful Sunday, she gracefully tidied her disheveled long hair and gave a slight bow to the people in the room.

Good night, everyone.

Then she left too.

Sakura Chiyo silently followed behind the others.

Before leaving, she glanced back at Shi Yujiu, who was lying on top of Lingzuan Qibao, clutching a pillow in her hand.

A thoughtful look flashed in his blue eyes before he gently closed the door.

The world is finally quiet.

"Phew... finally they're gone... those energetic guys..."

Akashi Tsubaki got up from the ground, rubbed her sore shoulders, and began to tidy up the scattered bedding.

"Honestly, it's only the first day of the training camp, but it's being treated like a final party..."

"Young people are energetic, which is a good thing."

Super Little Bay smiled gently, helping to pick the pillow back into place, her eyes full of affection.

"Little Bay, you're not some old hag, are you?"

Naze Fumino made a comment, then proceeded to make her own bed.

Finally, the headlights were turned off, leaving only a dim night light.

"I'm going to sleep now, I'll get up early tomorrow."

"Okay—Goodnight, Fumino."

Poetry and wine are also tidying up their bedding.

After some strenuous exercise, her cheeks were still a little red, and her breathing was more rapid than usual.

The gloom that had always shrouded her seemed to have dissipated considerably with her outburst just now.

"A little wine—"

Diamond Treasure rubbed against us like some kind of mollusk.

She knelt on the bedding, her silver-gray horse ears folded back in a fawning manner, with an expression that said, "I know I'm wrong, but I won't change."

Are you still angry?

"……No."

He shook out the quilt with poetry and wine, without looking at her.

"Really?"

"real."

Poetry and Wine lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket over themselves, leaving only their eyes exposed as they stared at the ceiling.

Diamond Treasure lay down next to her.

Because it was a shared accommodation, the bedding was placed close together, with only a few centimeters between the two people, and they could even feel each other's heat.

The room quieted down, with only the soft breathing of everyone present.

"A little wine."

After a while, the voice of Diamond Treasure rang out again.

"Ok?"

"I was very happy just now."

Diamond Treasure turned to the side, looking at Poetry and Wine's profile, her voice tinged with drowsiness.

"I haven't seen Xiao Jiu so energetic in a long time."

"Hmm, you get angry, you yell, you chase after me... you're like a normal person now."

"..."

Poetry and wine fell silent for a moment. Her black horse ears twitched slightly as she turned toward the diamond-encrusted treasure.

"I'm just angry because of you."

"Besides, I'm not usually a talkative person."