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

The setting sun cast a soft glow on her profile, giving her face an unnatural flush.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

Riko Kashimoto seemed to want to nod in acknowledgment, but her body swayed almost imperceptibly.

She then quickly turned around, picked up the whistle as if to cover her tracks, and began loudly directing everyone to pack up the equipment.

Poetry and Wine frowned.

She saw clearly the moment she stumbled.

But she didn't say anything. She just looked away, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and took a swig.

My relationship with Riko Kashimoto isn't that great, is it?

Dinner was an outdoor barbecue.

The aroma of charcoal fire mixed with the fragrance of cumin permeated the sea breeze.

Poetry and wine were not in the mood, so he ate a few bites of barbecue with Lingzuan Qibao before returning to his dormitory early, citing feeling unwell.

Around eight o'clock, everyone gathered in the common lounge.

The wind outside the window grew stronger, howling as it blew through the cracks.

"Okay, quiet down."

Riko Kashimoto stood in front of the whiteboard, holding a marker in her hand.

"Regarding tomorrow's training plan."

She wrote a few words heavily on the whiteboard—

West Rocky Coast - Endurance Training.

Wow, there's even endurance training.

"We'll depart promptly at 8:00 AM tomorrow."

"We need to move to the rocky coast area five kilometers away."

"The terrain there is complex, full of slippery reefs and undulating slopes. In addition, there will be big waves tomorrow, which will be a double test of balance and endurance."

As if in a hurry to end the speech, Riko Kashimoto's voice sounded tired, and her speaking speed was faster than usual.

Her knuckles were white as she held the pen, and she would unconsciously brace her palm against the table after each sentence.

"Going to one of those awful places again..."

A groan escaped from someone in the audience.

"In addition, according to the weather forecast, there may be thunderstorms tomorrow."

Akashi Tsubaki added from the side, glancing with some concern at the dark night sky outside the window.

"If the rain is too heavy, we will activate the backup plan."

"But before that, everyone must be prepared for training."

"Dismissed. Get some rest."

Riko Kashimoto put down her pen, quickly tidied up the documents on the table, turned around and hurriedly left the lounge.

It's late at night, 11 p.m.

The female horsemen in the dormitory building were fast asleep, with only the emergency light at the end of the corridor still emitting a faint green glow.

Poetry and Wine: Holding a bottle of soda, he walks barefoot on the cold floor.

The black-haired girl's footsteps were very light, making almost no sound.

Only occasionally, when you step on the seams in the floorboards, will you hear a faint "creaking" sound.

She had some trouble sleeping.

Just before she went to sleep, the stump-haired horse girl, as usual, naturally snuggled up to her.

As if it were only natural, she turned to the side, stretched out her arms, and buried her face in the crook of her shoulder, a place associated with poetry and wine.

"Hmm... Xiao Jiu's body feels so cool... Ah..."

Diamond Treasure mumbled in a daze.

"Like an ice cube...it's the most comfortable thing to hug while sleeping in the summer..."

Her arms wrapped around Shiyujiu's waist, holding her tightly.

The blue and white figure they were pursuing was named Miracle: Chapter 117 It Will Succeed

He curled up in her arms like a little animal and then fell into a deep sleep.

Her long, silvery-gray hair was spread across the pillow like moonlight, shimmering softly in the dim room.

Lingzuan Qibao's face appeared exceptionally soft in the moonlight.

A faint smile lingered at the corners of her lips, as if she were dreaming of something happy.

Poetry and wine are as stiff as a stone.

The warmth of her body seeped through the thin pajamas, carrying a faint, sweet scent.

The breath of the Diamond Treasure sprayed onto her collarbone, tickling her and making her inexplicably flustered.

In the past, poetry and wine would have pushed people away without hesitation.

She doesn't like physical contact with others.

However, after a fierce internal struggle, she ultimately let him hold onto the poetry and wine.

'That's strange.'

Poetry and Wine stared at the ceiling, eyes wide open in the darkness, thinking for a long time.

They were quite close; she could even feel the heartbeat of the Diamond Treasure.

Speaking of the heart.

Poetry and wine unconsciously pressed their hands to their chests.

Poetry and Wine's heart rate was a bit strange, perhaps because he had a heart condition.

The black-haired girl glanced cautiously at the sleeping horse girl beside her.

'Eh~'

She was a little afraid that she would start to depend on others.

Then one day, when that warmth leaves, she will be even more lonely than she is now.

'never mind.'

Poetry and wine quietly rise.

She carefully pulled herself out of the embrace of the diamond treasure.

The little horse was fast asleep, only frowning slightly before turning over and continuing to sleep.

Poetry and Wine stood by the bed and quietly watched her for a few seconds.

Then he put on his coat and walked out of the room barefoot.

She planned to get a bottle of water to soothe her throat.

Why do I feel thirsty at night when I go to sleep?

Just then—

"Cough...cough..."

A deliberately suppressed cough came from around the corner of the corridor ahead.

Poetry and wine came to a halt.

The black horse's ear twitched sharply and turned toward the direction of the sound.

She peeked out cautiously.

Riko Kashimoto leaned against the windowsill, clutching a can of hot coffee in her hand.

The window was cracked open, and the humid sea breeze rushed in, blowing her meticulously styled long black hair into a mess.

She closed her eyes, her forehead pressed heavily against the window frame.

Riko Kashimoto's chest heaved violently, each breath sounding heavy and labored, like she was working a bellows.

His cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, and sweat trickled down his temples, soaking his collar.

"..."

Poetry and wine remained silent.

She walked over quietly and stood two meters away from Riko, like a silent black cat.

Perhaps sensing the change in her aura, Riko Kashimoto suddenly opened her eyes.

Upon seeing that it was poetry and wine, the panic in her eyes was quickly replaced by composure.

She straightened up and began to speak.

Why aren't you asleep yet?

Unfortunately, Riko Kashimoto's voice was terribly hoarse, with such a heavy nasal tone that it was impossible to hide.

"I can't sleep."

Poetry and wine gave a brief reply, their gaze falling on her flushed face.

"Does he have a fever?"

"It's just because of the sea breeze."

Riko Kashimoto subconsciously pressed the scalding hot coffee can against her face, hoping to relieve the dizziness caused by her headache.

But she quickly realized that the action was a bit inappropriate, so she could only stiffly put it down.

"A good night's sleep will do the trick."

Her tone was harsh.

Poetry and wine remained silent, simply gazing at her quietly with their dark eyes.

The feeling of being seen through made Riko Kashimoto inexplicably flustered.

She turned to leave, but stumbled and had to reach out to hold onto the wall for support.

"Trainer Kashimoto?"

The sound was exceptionally clear in the empty corridor.

Riko Kashimoto stopped, but didn't turn around; she just stood there stiffly.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Almost fleeing, Riko Kashimoto hurried toward the room at the end of the corridor.

I opened the door, went inside, and locked it with a click.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

Poetry and Wine stood still, looking at the tightly closed door.

The wind outside the window grew louder and louder, howling through the cracks like the low growl of a wild beast.

"..."

Poetry and wine found themselves unable to say anything.

Riko Kashimoto is a real character; something bad is bound to happen tomorrow.

But it probably has nothing to do with me?

The black-haired girl took the soda water and turned to go back to her room.

When the door was pushed open, the Diamond Treasure turned over.

She seemed to sense the departure of poetry and wine.