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

In her sleep, the horse-like woman stretched out her hand and groped around on the bed, muttering incoherently in her sleep.

Poetry and Wine stood at the door, quietly watching this scene.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

She put down the soda, took off her coat, and quietly lay back down on the bed.

As if sensing something, the diamond-shaped treasure budding creature dazedly moved closer again.

She rolled over, snuggling into the embrace of poetry and wine like a little animal, burying her face in her shoulder and letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Hmm... a little wine..."

Warm breath sprayed onto my collarbone again.

Diamond Treasure's arms wrapped around her and held her waist tightly.

Poetry and wine stiffened again.

Then, she slowly raised her hand.

I hesitated for a few seconds.

Her fair, delicate hand hovered in mid-air, as if she didn't know where to put it.

In the end, she gently placed her hand on Diamond Treasure's shoulder.

When my fingertips touched that warm skin, my heart started pounding uncontrollably.

'never mind.'

Poetry and wine, close your eyes.

……

On the third day of the training camp, the weather turned cloudy.

Thick clouds pressed down on the sea, and the air was thick with the muggy atmosphere of an impending downpour.

The training schedule indicated that we would be going to another rocky coast a few kilometers away for endurance training.

The dormitory building was bustling with activity early in the morning.

"Fumino, please count the number of people."

Akashi Tsubaki was holding a megaphone and directing everyone to board the bus.

"Everyone is here except for Riko and Shiyushu."

Naze Fumino closed the list in her hand and glanced at the closed window on the second floor.

"Trainer Riko Kashimoto sent a message last night saying that she has some backlog of paperwork to deal with and needs to contact the academy, so she won't be with the team today."

“What a workaholic…” Akashi Tsubaki shrugged. “What about the poetry and wine trainer?”

"She said she wasn't feeling well and asked to stay on leave."

"Sigh, it's probably the accumulated fatigue that finally came to an end."

Akashi Tsubaki sighed.

"After all, her physical condition is what it is. Let the two of them stay behind, it's only for half a day anyway."

The bus started, carrying the energetic horse girls into the distance.

The noise gradually faded away as the bus drove off.

A receding tide cast the dormitory building by the sea back into a deathly silence.

In the corridor on the second floor.

The air was so humid it felt like you could wring water out of it, and the light was particularly dim because of the thick rain clouds outside the window.

The blue and white figure they were pursuing was named Miracle: Chapter 118 The situation really took a sharp turn for the worse.

"Xiao Jiu, I'm going to training now. I'll come find you tonight."

"it is good."

Poetry and Wine leaned against the cold wall, sending out the last chat message on their phones.

Eh?

The black-haired girl pressed her phone buttons with some confusion, noticing that the chat message kept spinning.

The signal is probably bad.

Without much thought, Shi Yujiu put his phone back in his pocket.

anyway.

Perhaps this finally negated the death that Godolphin had previously mentioned in Arabia.

This morning, poetry and wine did not cause me any physical pain.

The relentless, bone-grinding pain that had plagued her since entering the world of the script had miraculously not recurred.

Instead, a strange sense of irritability arose.

My heart was beating heavily in my chest, each beat feeling like a struggle in a swamp.

Is it going to rain again?

Poetry and Wine looked worriedly at the gloomy sky outside the window.

The inky clouds hung so low they seemed almost within reach, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.

Poetry and Wine turned to go back to their room to catch up on sleep, trying to escape this inexplicable unease through sleep.

however.

As she passed Riko Kashimoto's room, she inexplicably stopped in her tracks.

The door was tightly shut.

Ok?

Didn't you say that we were staying at the base, and that Riko Kashimoto was working?

Given Riko's personality, if she really had to deal with work...

You should be able to hear the sound of keyboard typing or phone calls by now.

But it was eerily quiet inside.

Last night I saw Riko Kashimoto looking half-dead...

Poetry and Wine frowned, and the black horse's ear twitched sharply before quietly pressing against the door.

"Trainer Riko Kashimoto?"

She hesitated for a few seconds, then finally raised her hand and gently tapped her knuckles on the wooden door.

The sound of knuckles clicking on the wooden board was particularly clear in the empty corridor.

no respond.

There was only the sound of the wind and the faint rumble of thunder in the distance.

The unease in my heart was instantly amplified.

"I'm coming in."

Without much hesitation, and without even bothering with a polite greeting, Shi Yujiu opened the door directly.

With a "whoosh".

The room was dimly lit.

The heavy curtains were drawn tightly, completely blocking out any outside light.

The air was thick with a suffocating heat.

In the dim light filtering through the corridor, Poetry and Wine saw a figure curled up on the bedding.

Riko Kashimoto lay there, her body curled up tightly.

The flush on her face from yesterday had faded, replaced by a sickly pallor, as if all the blood in her body had been drained.

His lips were dry, cracked, and peeling due to the high fever, and even oozed a little blood.

"…water…"

She murmured unconsciously, her voice weak.

Riko Kashimoto's brows were tightly furrowed, and her hands gripped the sheets beneath her so tightly that her knuckles turned white, as if she were enduring immense pain.

Wow, the users are completely obsessed.

Poetry and Wine's heart sank suddenly. He walked over quickly and reached out to touch her forehead.

The moment they touched it, Poetry and Wine's fingers instinctively flinched.

A chillingly hot sensation emanated from it.

The temperature was alarmingly high, burning through my fingertips; this was definitely not an ordinary cold or fever.

"Hey, wake up!"

Poetry and Wine patted her cheek with a hint of impatience, much harder than a normal pat.

But Riko Kashimoto didn't react at all; she didn't even flinch.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, her chest heaving violently, and her breathing gradually became erratic.

Oops.

Poetry and Wine immediately pulled out their phones, their fingers flying across the screen as they tried to dial an ambulance.

The screen lights up—

A line of glaring small print caught my eye.

No signal?

Poetry and wine frowned uneasily.

"How could this be..."

She stared intently at the blank signal icon in the upper left corner of the screen, gripping the phone tightly until her knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

Damn, this remote seaside base.

Adding to the turmoil brewing outside, the signal was already intermittent, and now it was completely out of service.

She rushed into the corridor, holding her phone high, pacing back and forth in every corner, trying to catch even the faintest signal.

But the icon in the upper left corner of the screen continues to desperately oscillate between one bar and no service.

"Boom—"

A muffled clap of thunder came from outside the window, making the glass tremble slightly.

The wind picked up.

The branches outside the window were being blown wildly, making a sharp creaking sound.

"Tsk."

Poetry and Wine clicked their tongues in annoyance and shoved their phones back into their pockets.

Her brain was racing at that moment.

The nearest town hospital is about six kilometers away.

If you're driving, even if you're driving slowly, ten minutes is enough.

But now, most of the buses have been driven away, and there isn't even a small truck left for purchasing.

Besides, the driver isn't here, so you can't drive the car without the key.

Waiting for an ambulance?

Before the intermittent signal was restored, or before the slow-moving rural ambulance arrived from six kilometers away.

It's hard to say whether Riko Kashimoto can hold on to this state of high fever and convulsions.