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

I also know it's a scripted world.

The black-haired girl wondered if she should smile at that moment.

The Arabic phrase used to describe Godolphin was indeed very humorous.

The steps of poetry and wine paused for a moment.

"...How can we quickly end this scenario world?"

The black horse muttered to herself through gritted teeth.

"I'm done."

【…】

Godolphin Arab was silent for a few seconds.

[Four trips.]

"I know."

Poetry and wine are spoken of coldly.

"So, how much longer?"

P.S.: A lot of friends invited me out for the New Year, which made my updates a bit slower these past few days. I'll see if I have time to write more today.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 125 The Return Journey

This is the last time.

The sea-blue goddess spoke softly.

The restriction will be lifted if you touch it just once more.

[At that moment, all your pain will be compensated for by death in an instant. If you are afraid of pain, I can postpone it.]

The journey of poetry and wine came to a complete halt.

She stood on the empty street, her black hair disheveled by the wind, her clothes fluttering in the breeze.

"again……"

She repeated those words in a low voice.

"it is good."

"This is the last time."

Wait, poetry and wine, what are you going to do with them?

Godolphin's Arabic voice carried a hint of unease.

Don't do anything foolish...

"I won't do anything foolish."

Yes.

Poetry and wine are not the kind of people who are very vengeful.

The black-haired girl raised her head and looked at the sky.

Thick, dark clouds obscured all the starlight, leaving the world in utter silence.

The sea breeze grew stronger, rustling the trees along the roadside.

The distant sea turned a deep, inky black, with waves crashing against the rocks again and again, creating a deafening roar.

The girl set off on the road once again.

The footsteps pounded heavily on the ground, splashing up countless droplets of water.

After a period of time.

The buildings of the training base came into view.

Familiar buildings emerged in the night, resembling white tombstones.

Poetry and wine paused, and they looked up at the buildings.

Then, she took a deep breath and walked towards the door.

6:28 PM.

Poetry and Wine pushed open the dormitory building door and walked into the corridor.

The corridor was quiet; there wasn't a single person in sight.

The entire building was eerily quiet; even the usually bustling common lounge was dark.

correct.

This morning, the other trainers took the students to do endurance training.

She applied to stay behind, citing health reasons.

So right now, she should be the only one in the entire dormitory building.

But how much time has passed and they still haven't returned?

The black-haired girl was slightly surprised.

Then he walked towards his room.

Poetry and wine made their footsteps light, leaving wet soles on the floor with watermarks.

She glanced down, hesitated for a moment, but continued walking forward.

Anyway, I'll wipe it off later.

She walked to the door of her room, put her hand on the doorknob, and paused for a few seconds.

Take a deep breath.

Then he pushed open the door.

The room was pitch black, and the curtains were tightly drawn.

Poetry and Wine breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and leaned against it.

That would be best.

She didn't need to explain why she was soaking wet.

The drizzle outside the window continued, pattering against the glass.

The sky was dark.

Poetry and wine stand in the darkness, able to hear their own heavy breathing.

I took a deep breath and began to act.

She first took off her shoes, which were almost falling apart.

The soles were completely cracked, and the uppers were soaked and softened by the rain, making them look like they had been picked up from a garbage dump.

She carried the shoes to the balcony, stuffed them into a storage box in the corner, and planned to throw them away later.

Then take off your soaking wet clothes.

The clothes were wrinkled beyond recognition, covered in mud and water stains, and had a damp, musty smell.

She threw the clothes into the laundry basket and then went into the bathroom.

The bathroom lights were so bright that she squinted.

I looked terrible in the mirror.

His hair was wet and stuck to his face, and his complexion was frighteningly pale.

His lips were purple, and he had deep dark circles under his eyes.

She looked like she had just been pulled out of the water.

By the way, although poetry and wine seem like a waste now, I'm still in good health.

Extremely healthy.

What about their mental state?

Poetry and Wine stared at themselves in the mirror for a few seconds, then looked away and turned on the shower.

She turned on the hot water.

The warm water washed over me, taking away the chill and the rain and mud clinging to my skin.

She stood under the flowing water, closed her eyes, and let the water wash over her body.

The sound of water was so loud that it drowned out the sound of rain outside the window and the beating of my heart.

My mind is filled with a jumble of thoughts.

The girl wanted the warm water to wash everything away.

But it's impossible.

After washing for a long time, Shi Yujiu finally turned off the water and picked up a towel to dry his body.

I changed into clean pajamas, wrapped my wet hair in a towel, and then walked out of the bathroom.

She turned on the light and began tidying the room.

First, wipe the water stains off the floor, then throw the clothes from the laundry basket into the washing machine.

The washing machine started spinning, emitting a low hum.

She checked the room again.

The bed was neatly made, the desk was clean, and the curtains were drawn.

Everything was as if she had been staying there all along, resting peacefully, and nothing had happened.

Poetry and Wine sat on the edge of the bed, slowly drying their hair with a towel.

Strands of black hair with white highlights parted under the towel, and water droplets dripped from the ends, wetting the shoulders of her pajamas.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger, making the window rattle loudly.

She suddenly remembered those who were still training outside.

Such heavy rain...

I guess I won't be able to continue training.

They might be looking for shelter from the rain right now.

Diamond Treasure should also be there.

Thinking of this, Poetry and Wine paused for a moment.

The girl with silver-gray hair was always lazy and hated rainy days.

Once, during a downpour, she became completely listless, like a soaked cat, and stayed in her dorm room, not wanting to go anywhere.

I don't know why.

Perhaps he thought of something.

This time I'm stuck outside...

They'll probably be very unhappy.

Poetry and wine unconsciously curved a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

Then she realized what she was thinking, quickly shook her head, and continued drying her hair.

Time passed by, second by second.

The washing machine stopped making noise and entered the spin-drying stage, emitting a more intense vibration.

The rain outside the window was still heavy; someone in the sky must be pouring water down with buckets.

Poetry and wine dried his hair, and he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.