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

"Wow...really?"

Her companion covered her mouth in surprise, then blushed.

"Poetry and wine seem like the kind of things that keep strangers at bay, so why would they take the initiative to comfort others?"

"So, this is what you call a two-faced horse girl! She might not say it, but she's actually very sentimental..."

The short-haired girl looked at the names of the poems and wines displayed on the big screen, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"And this means that Poetry and Wine must be under a lot of pressure in today's match. After all, their friend Diamond Treasure just fell, and if even she, who is highly anticipated, loses... that would be really too tragic for their friend."

"That's true...maybe I'll run even harder today."

……

Zhongshan Racecourse, Athletes' tunnel.

The noise from the outside world is shut out by the thick concrete walls.

Poetry and Wine sat on a bench, adjusting his gloves.

"His-"

She calmly tightened the Velcro straps on her gloves, flexed her fingers, and checked the flexibility of her joints.

The jet-black final outfit clung to her body, the dark fabric gleaming coldly in the dim light.

The pendant on her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

"That idiot."

She couldn't hear the comments from the audience outside, but she could still clearly recall a guy who had been crying uncontrollably in her arms in the shadows of Hanshin Racecourse a month ago.

"I'm sorry... I made you see me looking so bad... I lost again..."

Lingzuan Qibao wasn't particularly competitive before, after all, she went through ten rounds of debut competitions before finally making her debut.

However, the dismal result in this competition still caused Lu Mao Ma Niang to lose control of her emotions.

The scalding tears still seemed to linger on my shoulder.

This match is, after all, the highly anticipated G1 match, and the players from the Old Stars and Narita Road Diamond Treasure should all be watching from the stands.

"gone."

Poetry and Wine stood up, and without any unnecessary movements, she pushed open the door to the lounge and walked out.

The air in the corridor was a bit cool.

Just as she was about to head to the reviewing circle, a commanding voice rang out from around the corner.

"Are you poetry and wine?"

Poetry and wine paused, and they turned their heads.

There was a racehorse girl with neat chestnut short hair and wearing a pink racing suit, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

Her eyes were sharp, and she exuded an aura of confidence.

She is the president of the Sakura Association.

She looked the poetry and wine up and down, a smile playing on her lips.

"I've seen the video of the Yayoi Prize. She really ran very fast, and that arrogant way of escaping... it's infuriating to watch."

'I heard this girl is from another class in the same grade?'

Poetry and Wine looked at her expressionlessly.

She doesn't usually socialize with others and doesn't know many other people in her grade.

The black-haired girl spoke softly.

"so?"

"So don't think that today's game is just about guarding against that mysterious alien."

Sakura, the student council president, straightened up and took a sudden step forward.

"I have only one goal: the summit. No matter if you're a black meteor or whatever..."

She stretched out her finger, almost pointing to the tip of the nose where poetry and wine were, her eyes burning with an intense, tangible fire.

"If you dare to stand in my way, I'll smash you and that alien to pieces!"

"Spring in Zhongshan belongs only to me."

Faced with this blatant declaration of war, poetry and wine remained unperturbed.

The water ghosts around him didn't even bother to react.

Poetry and Wine merely glanced at her indifferently and adjusted their gloves.

"Then try to keep up."

"If you're not afraid of oxygen deprivation."

After saying that, Poetry and Wine walked straight past President Sakura.

The student council president watched her retreating figure, feeling somewhat resentful.

"You pretentious bastard... You'll be crying your eyes out later!"

Walk towards the end of the corridor in the distance.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted instantly, and sunlight formed a white halo at the end of the corridor.

But before that halo stood a golden figure.

Is it... a new universe?

Looking at the figure opposite, Poetry and Wine's gaze turned slightly serious.

Wearing a blue, white, and yellow three-color final outfit, with a cowlick on her head, the so-called genius space racer girl is currently leaning against the wall in a strange posture.

Instead of warming up, she stretched out a finger, seemingly making a line in the air, while muttering something at an extremely fast pace.

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"Calculated...humidity 65%, wind speed 3.2m/s, north-northwest...Correction, gravitational wave anomaly."

As if sensing the footsteps of poetry and wine, the new universe suddenly stopped moving.

She turned her head.

A pair of deep, star-like blue eyes, through the shadows of the long corridor, precisely locked onto poetry and wine.

Poetry and wine paused slightly in their steps.

What is she doing?

As an ordinary person, Poetry and Wine couldn't possibly understand this kind of performance art. Her instinct was to take a detour, but there was only one way.

“Found you.”

New Universe tilted his head, a hint of confusion appearing on his previously expressionless face.

“Uni has been receiving error signals since just now.”

She walked with light, airy steps, like a moonwalk, towards poetry and wine, finally stopping in front of her and blocking her way.

"The other racehorses are all shining. Red nebulae, blue supernovae... Everyone is shining."

The new universe drew near to poetry and wine, their indifferent faces reflected in the heterogeneous pupils.

"But you... Strano. (Strange)"

The new universe switched to Italian, its tone filled with pure curiosity.

"You are not emitting light."

"You are... devouring light."

In the unique sensory world of the new universe, the poetry and wine before us are not fueling our fighting spirit, but rather forming a huge, inwardly collapsing point of gravity.

There is no noise or excessive heat radiation.

It's like a quiet and terrifying black celestial body deep in the universe.

“Uni heard that…it’s a voice coming from Event Horizon.”

New Universe pointed to his ear, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"It's the sound of 'silence'... right?"

Poetry and Wine looked at the rambling fellow in front of them.

'What is this guy talking about?'

She didn't feel angry, nor was she aroused by any childish competitive spirit; she just felt a simple... vexation.

There are so many amazing people in Treson.

Poetry and Wine raised their hands expressionlessly, politely pushing aside the hand that was blocking the way for the new universe.

"Excuse me, could you please let me pass?"

The new universe was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting this reaction.

Poetry and Wine strode past her, even slightly turning their bodies to avoid bumping shoulders.

"besides."

Poetry and Wine stopped and looked back at the alien horse girl who was still in a daze, and said in a calm tone.

"I don't understand whether you're talking about stars or black holes."

After saying that, a gentle breeze stirred up the hem of his black trench coat, and Shi Yujiu walked towards the light without looking back.

The new universe that remained in place blinked.

She watched the departing figures of Poetry and Wine. Their black silhouettes did not become ordinary in her eyes because of their normal speech; on the contrary, their extreme purity made them even more alluring.

"Um,"

New Universe suddenly covered his mouth and let out a joyful laugh.

"Molto Bene! (That's awesome!)"

"Unsolvable logic... Uni, I'm starting to get interested in you."

On the field.

"G1 Satsuki Prize, all the horse girls enter the arena—!!"

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the commentator, a stirring symphony resounded through the sky.

The cheers of 100,000 people crashed in like a tsunami.

Poetry and wine led us out of the dimly lit corridor.

The sunlight instantly bathed my entire body, and it was a little dazzling.

She raised her hand to press down the brim of her hat, but did not wave or make any provocative gestures like the other racehorse girls.

She simply walked quietly toward the gate, checking her shoelaces and the ground.

……

Meanwhile, in the VIP boxes on the top floor of the stands.

The air was cool and the view was excellent.

This is the legendary VIP seat of Treson Academy.

"Wow, that final outfit looks even more imposing in person than in the design sketches Maruzen showed me."

A racehorse girl with short black hair and an unruly expression was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the close-up on the big screen with great interest.

It was Katsuragi, the ace who had once defeated Rudolf with his escape tactics.

"Hey, Rudolph. I heard you sponsored that out of your own pocket?"

Katsuragi Ace turned his head and teased with a wicked smile.

"When did you start doing this kind of charity work? Are you trying to seduce young pony girls again?"