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

"This is not your problem, nor is it because you didn't try hard enough."

He stepped forward, turned the tactical board to a new page, and pointed to the graph on it, explaining:

“Every racehorse girl has her own ‘suitability’.”

"Some are naturally suited to short-distance burning speed, while others are suited to endurance battles over long distances and ultimately emerge victorious."

"Based on your performance just now, it's clear that your body structure and running pace are not suitable for short-distance races that require you to exhaust your energy in a short period of time."

P.S.: I might update again if I have time today.

New Student: Chapter 22 Not Bad

"Your performance in the mid-range is far superior to both of these events."

At this point, Nanban glanced at the sky and closed his tactical board.

That concludes today's testing.

"Too much of a good thing is bad. We will conduct the remaining 2000-meter mud track and the two long-distance tests tomorrow."

He straightened his slightly disheveled cuffs, tucked the tactical board into his waistband, looked into Poetry and Wine's eyes, and spoke sincerely.

"Although the short-distance performance was not ideal, its merits outweigh its flaws."

"Your performance was outstanding. For a newcomer who has just started systematic training, it is a miracle to have such a bright strength."

As he spoke, Nanban seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Then he took out a small card with a simple logo from his suit pocket and handed it over with both hands.

“I heard… you haven’t even started your debut competition yet, and you haven’t found your own personal trainer.”

His smile was somewhat shy, without any hint of coercion.

"Although our team isn't exactly a perennial champion, the atmosphere is pretty good."

"If you're interested, you can take a look at 'Canopus's' terms. If you don't mind, I'll be waiting for you anytime."

Canopus (Old Man Star), poetry and wine will temporarily remember this name.

Rudolf, who had been standing silently to the side, also walked over at this opportune moment.

"Take it."

"Nansaka is an excellent trainer."

"He may not be strict enough, but he has keen observation skills and excellent patience. He is one of the few gentle trainers in Treson headquarters who can truly 'teach according to aptitude'."

She gazed at the poetry and wine, her purple eyes filled with encouragement:

"For you right now, this style might be more suitable than high-pressure training. You should seriously consider his invitation."

"However, there's no rush to make decisions about these things."

Rudolf glanced at Poetry and Wine's still slightly trembling calves.

"My task now is to go back and tidy myself up, have a nutritious dinner at the cafeteria, and then get some rest. I have a test tomorrow."

Poetry and Wine lowered their eyes and glanced at the card in Nanban's hand.

The card was simple, without any fancy decorations, only the team's name and contact information.

She reached out her hand and politely accepted it.

The moment her fingertips touched the card, she nodded and casually stuffed it into the pocket of her training uniform.

"Okay, I'll consider it."

"Then I'll be leaving now."

"No problem, be careful on the road."

Nanzaka smiled and waved.

"See you tomorrow."

Rudolf nodded slightly.

"See you tomorrow."

Poetry and Wine turned away, their backs to the afterglow of the setting sun, dragging their weary bodies step by step toward the locker room.

After dragging my leaden legs back to the locker room.

Poetry and Wine mechanically removed their red and white training uniforms, which were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to their skin.

She changed back into her slightly worn casual clothes, stuffed the wet clothes into her bag, and then drifted towards the cafeteria with her things in hand.

She ate dinner very quickly, without any leisure to savor the food.

……

As night completely enveloped Treson College, Poetry and Wine pushed open the door to Room 302.

The room was lit with warm light.

"Ah, Xiao Jiu, you're back~"

Lingzuan Qibao was sprawled on the bed without any regard for her image, her two fair and tender legs dangling comfortably in the air beneath her loose nightgown.

She held her phone in her hand, the light from the screen reflecting on her round face.

He was clearly surfing the internet and watching videos.

Seeing Poetry and Wine come in, she immediately rolled over, sprawled on the pillow like a lazy seal, and greeted them with a smile.

"Ah."

The voice of "Poetry and Wine" betrayed an unconcealed weariness, and she responded with a faint "yes."

She didn't say much and put down her bag.

'Let's take a shower first.'

Then Poetry and Wine began to take off their clothes.

After all that was left were a few thin pieces of underwear.

Poetry and Wine extended their slender fingers, hooked the edge of the black socks, and slowly pulled them down.

As the slightly stiffened black cotton fabric was peeled away bit by bit, a section of pale skin was exposed under the dim bedside lamp.

Those were incredibly beautiful legs.

Her skin was pale and cool, gleaming with a porcelain-like sheen under the light, and a few faint blue veins could be seen on the instep of her feet.

The Achilles tendon is narrow and long, like a taut string, extending upwards into the smooth curve of the soleus muscle.

There is no excess fat, and the subcutaneous fat is thin.

Every muscle line is as perfect as if it were precisely sculpted with a carving knife, tightly wrapping around the slender shinbone inside the calf that cannot be directly seen.

My toes curled up instinctively as they were suddenly exposed to the cold air, and the rounded tips of my toes turned a little pink.

After doing all this.

Poetry and Wine grabbed their change of clothes and went straight into the bathroom.

The hot water from the showerhead poured down my head, washing over every inch of my sore muscles.

'Why am I so tired this afternoon? I have to race again tomorrow. The body of a racehorse girl is truly amazing.'

In the rising steam, Poetry and Wine stood with their eyes closed for a long time, until the tension in their minds completely relaxed.

After showering, I dried my hair.

Poetry and Wine sat upright at the desk, took out the diary they had just bought yesterday from the drawer, and turned to a page.

The desk lamp casts a circular white light.

She held the pen and pondered for a moment.

Then the pen tip falls, making a rustling sound on the paper.

President Rudolf is a good person.

Not only did she find me and bring me to Treson Academy, but she also specially arranged for a professional trainer to test me. I should repay this kindness.

At this point, her delicate handwriting paused for a moment.

The image of Trainer Minamisaka, who smiled gently and handed her his business card, flashed through her mind.

Perhaps I should take the time to learn more about the trainers at Treson Academy.

Today's test proved that relying solely on physical instincts isn't enough. To truly step onto the track, to win, I can't rely on just myself.

The pen tip continues to slide downwards.

As he wrote the next line, Poetry and Wine's gaze became exceptionally solemn.

I still owe Ennis the Wind God a debt. Although I don't know where that guy is in Teresan, or which team he's on, but...

We must find a way to get on the track, win the prize money, and pay her back with interest.

After writing the last line, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Good luck with tomorrow's poetry and wine.

I closed the diary and carefully tucked it deep into the drawer.

Poetry and Wine stood up and walked to the bedside.

She first took off her slippers, then bent down.

Extend your fingers and carefully align the toes of the shoes, placing them in the most comfortable position for your feet by the bedside.

After doing all this, she climbed into bed and pulled the blanket over herself.

On the other bed, Lingzuan Qibao, who was scrolling through short videos, heard the noise.

She peeked out from behind her phone screen, her light green eyes filled with surprise.

"Hey? Xiao Jiu, it's only a little past nine o'clock, are you asleep so early?"

New student: Chapter 23 feels like going abroad is a good option.

For many people, this is when the nightlife is just beginning.

Poetry and Wine lay flat on the pillow with their eyes closed, speaking in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Well, there are still high-intensity mud and long-distance tests tomorrow, so I need to get some rest early."

Upon hearing this answer, Diamond Treasure paused for a moment, then its eyes lit up.

'Wow.'

'Little Jiu actually...replied to me normally!'

There was no indifferent "whatever," no impatient disregard.

Instead, they explained the reasons carefully.

'Turns out my roommate was just outwardly cold; she didn't actually dislike me.'

A strange joy exploded in Lingzuan Qibao's heart, and she excitedly put her phone aside.

Then I proactively turned off the room lights.

Back in bed, Lingzuan Qibao kicked her legs twice for no apparent reason, then waved at the retreating figure of Shiyujiu.

"Then I won't bother you anymore! It's early, but... goodnight, Xiao Jiu!"

In the darkness, upon hearing the sound, Shi Yujiu's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

The arc is very small and fleeting.

"Good night."

Two simple words were uttered.

The room returned to silence, with only the deliberately soft breathing of the Diamond Treasure and the occasional sound of it turning over.

Exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave.