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

Looking at her carefree demeanor, the last bit of awkwardness in Shi Yujiu's heart dissipated.

"Ah."

She nodded slightly, picked up her washbasin and clothes, and walked into the still warm and humid bathroom.

……

Half an hour later.

After washing up, Shi Yujiu dried his long, black-and-white highlighted hair.

She turned off the main light in the dormitory, leaving only a dim bedside lamp.

"Click".

After reading the diary for a short while, the night light was turned off.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a few silvery shadows on the floor.

Poetry and wine lay flat on his own bed, his hands folded over his abdomen.

She stared at the dark ceiling, listening to the wind outside the window, preparing to clear her mind.

Sudden.

"Um... Poetry and Wine classmate?"

From the bed next to her, came the rustling sound of turning over, followed by the soft and energetic voice of the horse girl with the goatee.

Newcomer: Chapter 17, let's see who's who.

Poetry and wine did not open their eyes; only their eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Your name is so long, it's a bit of a mouthful. Can I call you 'Little Wine' instead?"

A little wine?

This title made Poetry and Wine's brow twitch slightly.

In her previous life, her coworkers called her "Xiao Shi" or "Hey," while the people at the orphanage called her by her full name.

No one had ever called her by such an affectionate name before.

If it were someone else, she would probably have coldly refused.

But at this moment, on this quiet night.

Hearing that soft voice, she couldn't feel any aversion.

"…what ever."

Her eyes were closed, and her voice was muffled.

After saying that, she turned over, her back to the diamond-encrusted treasure, and lay on her side, pulling the blanket up a little.

They adopted an attitude of "I'm going to sleep, don't bother me."

However, Diamond Treasure clearly lacks this awareness of reading the air.

"Okay! Then I'll call you Xiao Jiu!"

In the darkness, the voice sounded especially happy, like someone secretly laughing in bed.

"Hey, Xiao Jiu, why did you say you didn't like tofu pudding?"

"That's really delicious! Are you worried about cavities? Or do you just not like the taste of brown sugar?"

The horse girl with the goatee asked questions without any restraint.

"..."

A dead silence.

No one answered her.

Only the steady, lingering breaths of poetry and wine remain.

'Huh? You fell asleep so quickly?'

Lingzuan Qibao curiously peeked out from under the covers, propped himself up, and looked across the room by the moonlight.

On the opposite bed, the blanket had formed an arched shape.

Poetry and Wine were completely huddled inside, with only a pair of black horse ears showing, motionless, like two plants.

"Hmm...looks like you're really tired."

Lingzuan Qibao scratched his head with some regret, lay back down, and pulled the blanket up.

"Well then... goodnight, Xiao Jiu."

She said goodnight to herself, turned over, and soon her breathing became long and even.

And this moment.

Under that seemingly sleeping blanket.

Poetry and Wine's deep black eyes were wide open, flashing with a helpless expression in the darkness.

Her cheeks were buried in the pillow, and her body temperature rose again, much to her dismay.

'Why ask so many questions...'

'Am I supposed to say it's because you shoved it directly into my mouth and scared me?'

She muttered to herself in frustration.

The exposed black horse ears seemed to sense their owner's embarrassment.

It trembled gently and slightly twice.

'What a...troublesome child.'

Poetry and wine pulled the cup even tighter.

Much later.

Dormitory 302 fell completely silent.

There was no more speaking, only two soft breaths rising and falling, intertwining.

The moonlight flowed quietly.

Silent all night.

It's 5:30 in the morning.

The sky outside the window was still tinged with a cold, bluish-gray hue, and the first rays of dawn had not yet descended from the clouds.

Before the alarm clock rang, Poetry and Wine opened their eyes precisely on time.

This is the biological clock she developed after working on a factory assembly line for many years.

She didn't linger in bed; she threw off the covers and got up briskly.

I put on the Treson College uniform that I had specially chosen yesterday and that I had ironed until it was wrinkle-free.

I tied the bow at the collar and finally slung the old dark gray sports bag over my shoulder.

With everything ready, Poetry and Wine turned to look at the other side of the room.

The young horse there was currently fast asleep in a soft dream.

Diamond Baby's sleeping posture was quite unrestrained. She was sprawled on the bed in a "spread-eagle" position, with half of the blanket on the floor, and she was tightly hugging the donut-shaped pillow in her arms.

Her mouth was slightly open, with a little bit of glistening liquid still clinging to the corner of her lips, and she occasionally let out a soft, dreamlike murmur.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Shi Yujiu's cool eyes.

She tiptoed over, silently picked up the corner of the blanket from the floor and covered her up, then turned and walked out of the dormitory.

"Click".

The door lock closed slightly.

Walking on the empty roads of Treson College.

The cool morning air penetrates the lungs, carrying the fresh scent of earth and dew, instantly invigorating the spirit.

There were hardly any people on the road, except for the occasional trainer or horse girl who had also gotten up early and hurried by.

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath and started jogging along the road next to the dormitory.

This is in preparation for developing good sleep habits.

After about ten minutes, my morning run ended, and my body felt slightly warm.

She casually bought a rice ball and a bottle of water at the convenience store for breakfast, ate them in a few bites, and then headed straight for the teaching building.

Push open the heavy wooden door of the classroom.

I originally thought I would see an empty room, since there was still a long time before class started.

"Splash—"

However, as soon as the door opened, a dazzling golden light unexpectedly entered the field of vision of Poetry and Wine.

In front of the podium, a tall figure was bending over, carefully wiping the chalk dust from the blackboard tray.

The morning light streamed through the window and fell on her chestnut-gold hair, giving her a fluffy golden edge.

That's Narita Road.

Hearing the door open, Narita straightened up and turned to look.

"Ah, it's Poetry and Wine, my classmate!"

Her smile was brighter than the sunlight outside the window, and her eyes, which were a gradient of purple and gold, were brimming with joy.

Good morning! You're here so early! Have you had breakfast yet?

Poetry and Wine blinked unconsciously, somewhat unaccustomed to this overly direct enthusiasm.

She stood at the doorway, her gaze quickly sweeping over the empty classroom.

"morning."

She spoke in a flat, even voice.

"I've already eaten. Also, what's my seat?"

"Oh, about seats..."

Narita put down the rag in his hand and pointed to a seat by the window in the back row of the classroom.

"It's right there."

Without any further pleasantries, Poetry and Wine nodded and walked towards that corner on their own.

Pull out the chair and put down your gym bag.

As she turned to tidy up the desk, her gaze inadvertently swept over the desk next to her.

A schoolbag was already neatly placed on the table, and even the pencil case was in its place, indicating that the owner had arrived long ago.

Now, besides me, the only other person in the classroom is the class monitor, who's busy at the podium.

'The owner of this backpack…'

The actions of the poet and the wine paused for a moment.

'It means, my deskmate is...'

She looked up abruptly, her gaze passing over rows of tables and chairs, and met Naritaji on the podium.

It seems they've been keeping a close eye on what's happening here.

When Narita saw her looking over, he immediately gave her a gentle and meaningful smile, and even winked playfully.

"Because all the other seats are taken according to student ID numbers, you'll have to make do with me this semester!"

'...Was that intentional?'

Poetry and Wine sighed silently in their hearts.