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

She got used to recording things, or rather, because of loneliness, she got used to talking to herself.

Poetry and Wine reached into her pocket and pulled out an old cell phone that had been with her for many years.

There are two obvious cracks on the screen, and most of the paint on the edges has been worn away, revealing the metallic base color underneath.

She turned on the screen and squinted at the time.

'5:45 PM...'

Looking out the window, the setting sun had already lost the fierce brilliance it had displayed at midday.

The sky was a gentle, warm orange, casting a beautiful filter on the buildings of Tresson College.

My stomach let out a very faint protest at just the right moment.

Poetry and Wine touched his flat stomach and pondered for a moment.

Let's go have dinner.

After making her decision, she put away her phone, turned around, and walked out of the dormitory.

At this time, Treson College was like a pot of boiling soup, full of vitality called "youth".

The wide street was filled with female students coming and going. There were freshmen who had just enrolled and were still pointing excitedly, as well as senior students who had just finished afternoon training, covered in sweat but still chatting and laughing.

Poetry and wine wander alone amidst the laughter and joy, becoming a silent, gray silhouette.

She had no friends to greet, so she could only look down at the map in the student handbook, avoid the crowds, and walk straight to the central cafeteria.

Treson's dining hall is surprisingly large, big enough to accommodate the horse girls from the upper and middle grades at the same time.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of food, mixed with noisy conversations.

A huge wave of heat hit us.

Poetry and Wine, carrying their trays, strolled around the dazzling array of items displayed in the window.

The fried pork chops, curry rice, and hamburger patties looked tempting, but after glancing at the prices, she ultimately headed to the "healthy meals" window in the far corner.

In fact, because Treson receives a meal allowance, the food is very cheap, only slightly more expensive than free meals.

The problem is that Poetry and Wine have no savings and are completely in debt. To ensure that her expenses are not too expensive for her, she has to be careful.

"One pan-fried steak, one boiled chicken breast, plus a mixed grain and vegetable platter."

She spoke to the cafeteria staff.

Taking the plate, Poetry and Wine hesitated for a moment, looking at the two rather large pieces of meat on it.

'Will eating this...not provide enough energy?'

Although she often went hungry in her previous life to save money, this body belongs to a racehorse girl.

The bone-deep hunger reminded her that her body was like a high-powered engine that couldn't function without being fueled.

After thinking for a moment, she turned back and went to the main dish window to order a thick serving of white rice cakes, drizzling some free soy sauce on top.

Carrying overflowing plates, poetry and wine search for a place to settle in the vast dining hall.

Almost all the tables around were occupied, with groups of female horse girls sitting together, sharing food and discussing their recent training or their upcoming debut battle.

That kind of liveliness belongs to them.

'And loneliness is mine.'

Poetry and wine lowered their eyes and finally found an empty spot in the corner near the pillar.

She sat down quietly, as if the surrounding noise was shut out by an invisible barrier.

She picked up her chopsticks and mechanically put the chicken breast into her mouth.

I wouldn't say I'm sad, just a little bit...like a drop of ink falling into clear water, a slight sense of loss.

She eats very quickly.

Poetry and wine have no bad habit of being picky eaters, nor do they leave any food uneaten. Even slightly dry chicken breast is chewed up and swallowed by her.

Ten minutes later, the plate was completely empty.

Placing their plates at the recycling area, the poetry and wine flowed out of the cafeteria with the crowd.

A cool evening breeze blew by.

'Oh right...shouldn't I have bought a gift too?'

She stopped in her tracks, remembering her roommate with the tuft of hair still in the dormitory, and her cold, hard rejection that afternoon.

Poetry and Wine took out a slightly frayed old wallet from his bag and rummaged through it with his fingers.

A few thin banknotes lay there quietly; they represented all her possessions.

She stared at the few bills, her brows furrowing slightly, and hesitated for about five seconds.

'……never mind.'

I don't like owing favors, and I especially don't like being perceived as a mean person.

She closed her wallet, made up her mind, and turned to walk towards a dessert shop with a long queue near the cafeteria.

This dessert shop, named "Sweet Rush!", is extremely popular.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of cream and vanilla, making it a paradise for Ma Niang, who has a sweet tooth.

Poetry and wine stood quietly at the end of the line.

She watched as the horse girls in front of her excitedly discussed which cake was better, while she herself was lost in thought.

It was finally her turn.

"Hey, what would you like to eat?"

The proprietress behind the counter was a kind-looking middle-aged woman.

She looked at the black-haired horse girl in front of her, who was staring blankly at the menu with a somewhat tense expression, and asked gently.

Poetry and Wine looked at the names on the menu, such as "French Caramel Pudding," "Strawberry Mille Crepe," and "Black Forest Mousse," and fell into a deep dilemma.

In her previous life, she lived in poverty and had no spare money to eat such luxuries.

The only time she tasted sweetness was when a coworker in the factory gave her a handful of cheap fruit hard candies at his wedding.

She remembered that taste for many years.

Now, faced with these expensive desserts, she has no idea which ones to choose to avoid making a mistake or appearing too stingy.

Seeing the embarrassment in Poetry and Wine's eyes, the proprietress smiled understandingly.

"Don't know what to choose? How about trying the store's new 'Brown Sugar Honey Tofu Pudding'?"

The proprietress pointed to a poster in the corner.

"This is a new dessert that my husband learned from a dessert shop in Longyan, Fujian, during his recent trip."

"It has a very tender texture and isn't too greasy. There's just one last serving left in the store."

P.S.: Is anyone reading this book?

I want to mention that the world-building in this book is a mix of games, anime, and comics. Because we need to consider the appearance of many characters, it won't be historically accurate. However, the author will provide the prototype matches for each game later on.

New Student: Chapter 14 Hehe, here's a mysterious little snack for you.

"...Longyan?"

Upon hearing this familiar place name, Shi Yujiu suddenly looked up, a ripple appearing in his usually calm, dark eyes.

That was a city near the place where she had lived in her previous life.

There was humid air, an incomprehensible dialect, and... a few kind people.

'It's probably better not to go back to that kind of place.'

That's what she was thinking.

Yet, a long-lost, bittersweet feeling welled up in my heart.

"……it is good."

She took a deep breath, her voice softer than usual.

"Then please give me one of these tofu puddings."

She pulled a banknote out of her bag and handed it over with both hands.

The proprietress smiled and accepted the money. She quickly turned around, took a delicate transparent box from the freezer, put it in a paper bag, and handed it to Poetry and Wine.

The moment I took the paper bag, a rich aroma of brown sugar mixed with the sweetness of honey filled my nostrils.

Poetry and wine unconsciously made him swallow.

"Be careful when you handle it, don't spill it."

The proprietress put a spoon in the bag and said apologetically.

"Excuse me, student, business has been so good today that we've run out of disposable spoons. This is the only one left. Is that alright?"

"fine."

Poetry and Wine nodded politely and accepted the heavy bowl of tofu pudding with both hands.

"Thank you."

She picked up the paper bag and turned to walk back to her dormitory.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow of her.

Is there only one spoon?

It's harmless.

Poetry and Wine looked at the bag in their hands and thought to themselves.

'Anyway, it's a gift to apologize to that annoying roommate, not something I'm eating.'

For some reason, the aroma of brown sugar lingered around her nose and didn't dissipate for a long time.

Five minutes after Poetry and Wine left the dessert shop.

Two figures rushed toward the dessert shop in a flurry of activity.

"Faster, faster, faster—!"

"Keep going! Whew... Whew... almost there!"

The two horse girls stopped panting in front of the dessert shop called "Sweet Rush".

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, casting two long shadows.

Running behind was Lingzuan Qibao, her hands supporting her knees, her chest heaving violently.

Sweat beaded on her flushed face from running, and her gray horse ears slumped backward, indicating she was exhausted.

Beside her, a brown-haired woman wearing a pink jacket and a pink and green plaid hair clip was excitedly pointing at the shop in front of her.

"Duan Tong Sauce... Phew... Is this the dessert shop you mentioned?"

Diamond Treasure raised its head.

Although her light green eyes were full of fatigue, they immediately lit up when she smelled the sweet scent of cream in the air.

"Yes, yes!"

The fiery steed nodded energetically, its hair clip swaying with its movements.

"My friend from the Manchester tea house often comes here to buy coffee."

"I heard her say that this dessert shop recently launched a limited-edition dessert called 'Brown Sugar Honey Tofu Pudding,' which is especially delicious! The texture is as smooth and fluffy as a cloud!"

As she spoke, she exaggeratedly gestured a large circle with her hand, her eyes filled with longing.

"And do you remember what Megumi McQueen was eating in the cafeteria just now? That's it! Even a dessert connoisseur like McQueen raved about it!"

Upon hearing this, Lingzuan Qibao's eyes instantly turned into stars, her horse ears stood up with a "whoosh," and her tail wagged excitedly behind her.

"Even McQueen said...it must be incredibly delicious!"

The two exchanged a glance, as if reaching some kind of sacred consensus, and strode directly to the dessert shop counter.