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

However, when Poetry and Wine entered Tresen Academy, they heard from other horse girls that most trainers could only sign one or two horse girls individually.

Only highly skilled trainers with certified expertise are qualified to lead a team.

Poetry and Wine looked at the two people in front of them.

One is a seven-time champion racehorse girl, and the other is one of the few trainers in the academy who can lead a team.

This treatment is perhaps a bit too extravagant for a newcomer.

However, she did not show any signs of being flattered. Her deep black eyes sized up the two of them before she regained her usual calm.

She nodded slightly, and without any further words, spoke in a cool, clear voice.

"Hello, then I'll trouble you two."

Trainer Minamisaka slowly turned a page on the tactics board, his fingertips gently pressing down on the corner of the paper that was being blown by the wind.

His expression was gentle, without the slightest hint of urgency, but his words carried considerable weight.

"Poetry and Wine, based on the discussion between the president and me, we plan to cover six different race distances in the next test."

He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed forms on the paper, and read aloud in a calm tone:

"These are the 1200-meter short-distance race on the grass and the 1600-meter one-mile race."

"Next up is the 2000-meter mid-distance test on both grass and dirt tracks."

"Finally, there is the long distance of 3000 meters, which is also divided into grass and dirt sections."

Nanban raised his head, his light purple eyes fixed on poetry and wine, and announced a startling number:

"Total distance run at full speed: 12.8 kilometers."

"Our plan is to complete these high-intensity, full-speed tests in a total of one and a half days, this afternoon and throughout tomorrow."

He paused here, and lightly tapped the edge of the tactical board with the pen in his hand.

"After finishing the entire run, you still can't rest."

“You need to go to the medical room immediately to have a bone density scan, a lung capacity limit test, and most importantly, a precise determination of your ‘standardization’ level using specialized equipment.”

This series of arrangements clearly compressed the several-day plan to the extreme, as if it had been artificially altered.

Looking at the slender girl in front of him, Nanzaka smiled gently, a kind smile on his face, and asked with a hint of concern in his voice:

"For a girl who has just enrolled, this will be a huge drain on both her physical and mental strength. How should I put it... do you have the confidence to persevere?"

Poetry and wine did not answer immediately.

She stood at the edge of the vast training field.

The wind blows, bringing with it the fresh scent of grass trampled by countless horseshoes, and the heavy smell of earth.

There is no red, hard rubber like on human athletic tracks here.

Instead, it was the natural grass where the horse was used to galloping.

In her past life, she worked night shifts for more than ten hours in a row to survive, and she walked across half the city to save money.

And now, she possesses this powerful body, simply running across this meadow...

Compared to the hardships we've endured, this is nothing.

She pondered for a moment, then raised her head, her gaze sharp as a knife.

"This is not difficult for me."

Poetry and Wine nodded confidently and firmly.

"As a racehorse girl, one should have this awareness."

Rudolf, standing to the side, nodded slightly, his arms crossed over his chest, his purple eyes revealing an undisguised admiration.

Seeing this, Nanban said no more.

He chuckled and patted the tactical board in his hand, making a crisp sound.

"Good, that's impressive."

"Then let's start with the most classic one - 2000 meters across the grass."

He turned around and pointed to the neatly trimmed, green-carpet-like race track in front of the three of them.

Under the sunlight, the emerald green grass blades gleamed with vibrant luster, stretching all the way to the finish line in the distance.

Then, Nanban walked unhurriedly to an observation point next to the starting line, took out his whistle, and stood still.

He reached into his pocket and pulled his hand out, revealing a dark-colored mechanical stopwatch in his palm.

With his thumb lightly resting on the timer button, Nanzaka looked at Shi and Jiu, who were adjusting their breathing, and solemnly said:

"If you are mentally prepared, please let me know at any time. Now, start by moving your body at your own pace."

Upon hearing Nanban's instruction, Shi and Jiu took a deep breath.

Although she possesses the body of a racehorse girl, deep within her consciousness remain the habits she developed as a human in her previous life.

P.S.: The hedgehog cat image has size requirements, which is a bit troublesome.

New Life: Chapter 20 Takeoff

Images of track and field athletes he had seen on TV before flashed through his mind, and Shi Yujiu subconsciously began to imitate them.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, gently rotate your ankles, then your knees.

Next, she tentatively stretched her legs, making very small movements, like doing calisthenics, being careful not to strain her muscles.

Despite his strong physical abilities, he was unusually reserved in his movements when it came to poetry and wine.

Seeing this, Rudolf, who was standing to the side, slightly loosened his arms, which had been clasped in front of his chest.

A hint of surprise flashed in those purple eyes, which then turned into a look of helplessness.

"Too stiff."

She shouted something to Poetry and Wine, then strode over to stand behind them.

"You can make your movements a little wider; you don't need to be so careful."

The symbolic voice of Rudolf resonates in the ears of poetry and wine, with a convincing composure.

"Don't measure yourself by human standards."

"The physical qualities of Uma Musume far surpass those of adult men. Whether it's the toughness of her muscles or the strength of her bones, she belongs to another dimension."

"As for physical flexibility."

Rudolf paused, a hint of arrogance in his voice:

"It surpasses even the average professional human dancer."

That's what they were saying.

She didn't just offer verbal guidance; instead, she naturally reached out and placed her palm against Poetry and Wine's taut back.

"Relax, surrender your body to me."

Poetry and Wine froze, and before they could react, they felt an irresistible yet perfectly measured force coming towards them.

Rudolf placed one hand on her waist and the other hand gently on her shoulder, guiding her to press down.

"Dive down, deeper."

As Rudolf moved, Poetry and Wine were surprised to find that their upper bodies had easily pressed against their thighs.

And those legs didn't even feel the slightest pain, only the pleasant soreness of their ligaments being fully stretched.

Next up is the leg stretch.

"Lower your center of gravity, yes, that's it."

Rudolf squatted down, placed his hands on Poetry and Wine's thighs, and pressed down slightly.

The warmth of my palms seeped through the red and white training uniform fabric, carrying a heat that made my heart race.

The two were very close, and Poetry and Wine could even smell a faint fragrance emanating from Rudolf.

That feeling of having your body completely controlled by someone else, a feeling you've never experienced before.

Poetry and wine, whose faces were usually indifferent, instantly turned bright red, a blush spreading from their ears all the way down to their necks.

'Too...too close...'

'And this posture...'

A sense of shame welled up inside her, but she also knew that this was necessary guidance.

Poetry and Wine bit their lower lip, saying nothing, but silently cooperating with Rudolf's actions.

She kept telling herself that this was just training.

Her body honestly followed the guidance of those hands, breaking through the limits of her own perception time and time again.

Awaken the dormant flexibility within this body little by little.

With Rudolf's powerful assistance, Poetry and Wine completed their final stretch.

She straightened up, gently shook her slightly warm legs, and then strode towards the starting line.

The grass beneath her feet was firm yet springy, like countless strong hands supporting her feet.

She lowered her center of gravity and assumed a standard starting position.

Take a deep breath, and the cool air fills your lungs, reducing the heat in your chest.

Her long, black-and-white highlighted hair was tied up high, with the ends hanging down her back, trembling slightly with her taut muscles.

The world fell silent at that moment, with only the rustling of the wind through the grass remaining.

Nanzaka raised the stopwatch in his hand, his thumb resting on the button, the sound steady and clear:

"On your marks—"

"3."

"2."

"?!!"

With a sharp whistle piercing the sky, Poetry and Wine, which had been still, suddenly unleashed astonishing power.

She was like an arrow released from a bow; the moment her hind legs pushed off the ground, several clods of soil were lifted from the grass by the immense force.

There was no hesitation whatsoever, no awkwardness from a newcomer.

That's an instinct ingrained in the genes of racehorse girls.

run.

The rapid, heavy clatter of horseshoes echoed across the training ground.

The red and white training uniform tightly wrapped around his body, turning into a black and white afterimage as he moved at high speed.

The wind was no longer an obstacle, but a curtain that she had forcibly torn apart, whistling past her ears.

A distant observation point.

Nanban frowned slightly as he watched the numbers rapidly ticking on the stopwatch, a hint of worry appearing on his usually mild-mannered face.

"The start was too aggressive... The speed in the first 200 meters was already close to that of a short sprint."

He looked at the figure in the arena that was still accelerating and shook his head:

"This is a 2000-meter middle-distance test, not a 1200-meter short-distance race."

"At this rate, she has absolutely no concept of allocating her energy, and she will collapse in the second half of the race."

However, Rudolf, standing beside him, did not show any sign of worry.

She crossed her arms, her purple eyes following the red and white figure intently, while a meaningful smile curved her lips.

"It's alright."

Rudolf's voice was resolute.

“Nanban, look closely into her eyes. There is no panic there, only pure longing.”