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

P.S.: What are your thoughts on these chapters?

The application was submitted today, and like yesterday, one more chapter was added.

It's almost final week and I failed PE. I feel like I'm going to die.

New Life: Chapter 18 The Future?

Looking at the other person's smiling face, Shi Yujiu felt a faint unease welling up inside him.

For someone who prefers to hide in the shadows, having such a radiant person as a deskmate will likely make the future very difficult.

But on the surface, she maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

"……Um."

She gave a brief reply, then lowered her head and began taking out her textbooks and stationery from her bag.

After tidying up the podium, Narita did not immediately return to his seat to disturb her.

The considerate class monitor noticed the new student's coldness.

She stood at the door and waved to the poetry and wine.

"Now that I'm all ready, I'll go to the office to help the teacher move the homework. If you have any questions, Poetry and Wine, feel free to come to my office anytime!"

After saying that, she walked briskly out of the classroom.

The room returned to silence.

As Shi Yujiu watched the figure disappear behind the door, his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

'...Although a bit too dazzling, he's definitely a good person who can read the room.'

'Is it because you're worried I won't be able to handle it, so you're deliberately giving me time alone?'

She shook her head, no longer thinking about the class monitor.

She opened her brand-new textbook and began to preview what she might learn that day.

Time slipped away quietly with the sound of pages turning.

As the sun rose higher, golden spots of light moved slowly across the desks.

The once quiet classroom gradually became noisy as the horse girls walked in in twos and threes, filling every inch of the classroom with laughter and playful noise.

When most of the people had arrived, the class bell rang.

A kind-faced, middle-aged male teacher wearing a plaid shirt walked into the classroom carrying his lesson plan.

Behind him, Narita Ji, carrying a thick stack of white cards, followed in with light steps.

The teacher stood on the podium, adjusted his glasses, and gently swept his gaze across the energetic faces below the stage.

Narita Roji skillfully moved through the aisles, distributing cards to everyone in the classroom.

"Hello everyone. I am your math teacher for this academic year, and also your new homeroom teacher."

The teacher's voice was not loud, but carried a reassuring calmness.

"For today's first lesson, I won't be talking about functions or geometry. The card you all have in your hands is my first gift to you."

He picked up a blank card and waved it around.

"This is a 'time capsule' event."

“You can write down your current dreams, goals, or what you want to say to yourself on it.”

"I will seal it away, and you can come back to me to retrieve it on the day you graduate three years from now."

A burst of excited whispers immediately filled the classroom.

Poetry and Wine looked at the thick, pure white card in their hands and fell into a long silence.

After handing out the cards, Narita returned to his seat.

As soon as she sat down, she immediately took out a gold pen and began writing on the card without any hesitation.

The horse girls around them also began to write furiously.

Some wrote, "I must dominate the G1 race"; some wrote, "I must shine in the Japanese derby"; and some wrote, "I must become the most dazzling idol, Uma Musume."

The passion for the future seemed to solidify in the air.

Only the poetry and wine remained untouched.

Her hand holding the pen hovered in mid-air, the pen tip only millimeters from the paper, yet she couldn't bring herself to put it down.

What...can I write?

'Write about a peaceful life? Write about never having to go hungry again?'

Those wishes were too humble, and seemed somewhat out of place in this dream-filled Treson Academy.

Her past was a gray wasteland.

Poetry and wine have long since learned to survive, but they have never learned to dream.

When the word "future" was concretely presented before her, she felt not excitement, but a sense of bewilderment.

Time passed by, second by second.

The card next to her, Narita Road, had already finished writing and was smiling as she carefully put it away.

The students around them also got up one after another and went to the podium to hand in their cards.

The teacher glanced at her watch and gently urged:

"Are there any students who haven't finished writing yet? You'd better hurry up!"

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine's heart clenched.

It seems too late.

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and made up her mind.

Since she didn't have any grand dreams, she decided to write down the simplest thing, which was what she had subconsciously longed for in both her lives.

The pen tip touched the paper, making a soft rustling sound.

She quickly scribbled a line of words:

I hope that three years from now, you won't be alone.

The moment she finished writing, she quickly turned the card face down in her palm and clutched it tightly to prevent others from seeing it.

Then she stood up, walked quickly to the podium, and put the card that carried her little wish into the bottom of the collection box.

After returning to their seats, the kind-faced homeroom teacher on the podium began to explain the school's basic rules and regulations in a long, detailed manner.

The next few hours were a long and somewhat tedious "teacher face recognition session".

Teachers from various subjects came and went like a revolving door, leaving behind a pile of teaching outlines and self-introductions.

During this time, Narita, who was sitting next to him, behaved very appropriately.

She keenly sensed the unease between poetry and wine.

Although her purple-gold eyes gleamed with an eagerness to strike up a conversation, she refrained from initiating any small talk.

Only when Poetry and Wine frown slightly because they can't find a textbook for a certain subject will she silently push over the spare textbook and then reveal a silent smile.

The perfect sense of distance on Narita Road allowed my tense nerves, which were already taut from the poetry and wine, to relax a little.

……

After the midday rest, the sun began to slant westward, and the sultry air made the horse girls restless.

In the afternoon, it's the racehorse girls' practical training time.

Because the training and academic studies of racehorse girls are two completely independent systems, they must be handled by trainers other than teachers.

In the locker room outside the training field.

Poetry and Wine changed into a red and white training uniform, which fit her slender and tall figure perfectly.

She quickly tidied her long, black-and-white highlighted hair in front of the mirror, tied it into a neat high ponytail, took a deep breath, and walked into the training ground of Treson Academy.

The green lawn exudes the fresh scent of crushed grass.

Everywhere you look, there are horse girls running, stretching, and practicing.

The air was thick with the smell of competition, a cacophony of shouts and the sound of horseshoes striking the ground.

When Poetry and Wine entered the training ground, several female horse riders curiously turned their gazes towards them upon seeing unfamiliar faces.

Ignoring the scrutinizing gazes from those around them, Shi Yu walked straight to an open space in the center of the venue.

There, two figures had been waiting for a long time.

P.S.: I haven't even sorted out the plot yet, and it's another full day of classes.

Uh...

New Student: Chapter 19 I am a Cake Maker

One of them was a tall, brown-haired horse girl.

She was wearing a regular Treson College uniform, arms crossed, her posture upright like a pine tree.

A gentle breeze ruffled her long hair, and the white highlights on her forehead resembled a waning moon.

A gentle smile graced her delicate face.

Even when she was just standing quietly, she exuded an aura that was impossible to ignore, a powerful aura like that of an emperor.

That's a symbol of Rudolf.

The student council president of Treson Academy, and a seven-crown racehorse girl revered as "Emperor" by everyone.

It was also when Shi Yujiu was still working that he saw her potential and brought her into this academy.

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Beside Rudolf stood a brown-haired man in a neat suit.

He looked to be around twenty-five years old.

He had a clean face, refined manners, and a gentle smile that made people feel at ease.

He held a tactical board in his hand, exuding a calm and reserved demeanor, even with a sense of leisure that seemed out of place on the field.

This contrasted sharply with the loud, passionate trainers around him.

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When the figures of poetry and wine appeared at the edge of the track, Rudolf's purple eyes keenly caught the movement.

She slowly turned around, her gaze sharp yet not oppressive, simply watching the approaching black-haired girl calmly.

"You've arrived."

The poem and wine stopped in front of the two men, and they nodded slightly as a greeting.

A faint smile appeared on Rudolf's face.

She turned to the side, gracefully pointing to the man beside her, and introduced him to the poetry and wine:

"This is Trainer Nanzaka. Since you've just enrolled and haven't passed the debut competition or signed a trainer contract yet, I specifically asked him to help you."

As Rudolf introduced him, the man named Minamisaka quickly stepped forward.

"Hello, fellow student Poetry and Wine."

His voice was soft, and his speech was neither hurried nor slow, giving people a very gentle feeling.

“I’m the trainer for the ‘Canopus’ team. You can call me Minamisaka.”

He waved the recorder and stopwatch in his hand, his light purple eyes full of friendliness and patience, showing no airs of a famous academy trainer.

"Although it's temporary assistance, please rest assured."

"All your test data today will be recorded and analyzed by me and the president. Based on this data, we will develop an initial training plan for you."

Although I don't have a specific understanding of the trainer level classification.