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

'This is the limit…'

It felt like I had inhaled magma into my lungs, and a metallic taste of blood filled my throat.

That congenitally defective heart was now emitting a mournful cry of impending collapse within its chest cavity.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Each heartbeat was accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain; if I kept running, my heart would break.

Even if they lose, they're still second place, which is already excellent enough.

but.

Through the blurry vision, I looked at that golden, unattainable figure in front of me.

The fear of death does not flash through the mind of poetry and wine.

'...I want to win.'

'What I hope for... is that I will never succumb to this reality.'

Poetry and Wine's gaze instantly turned ferocious.

His once indifferent face was now contorted with extreme force and pain, revealing a chilling madness.

"Haaaaaaaahh ...

The girl, who was usually very sparing with words, let out a heart-wrenching roar like a wild beast making a desperate last stand.

【Whole body full body】

The scalding blood surged through the veins like a flood, transforming the potentially fatal pain into fuel for propulsion.

It was as if the air on the entire track had become viscous, transforming into the terrifying pressure of the deep sea thousands of meters below the surface.

The new universe, gliding ahead, was originally calculating its pace for the final stretch of distance.

Suddenly, she felt the space behind her distort.

A tremendous, inexplicable suction force gripped her soul tightly.

For the first time, astonishment appeared in the eyes of someone who always seemed to have the upper hand in the new universe.

She turned her head instinctively.

What you see is not a racehorse girl, but a terrifying vengeful ghost crawling out of the abyss.

Poetry and wine reached out into the void, as if trying to drag the stars in the sky into the sea.

"Come back here!!!"

The final 80 meters before the finish line.

The black figure, which had already fallen behind, suddenly surged forward again amidst the cheers of 100,000 people in the stadium, defying all limits!

My heart is wailing, my muscles are breaking…

But everything must be put before victory.

The black spear, piercing through everything, charged toward the finish line with an aura of utter destruction!

The blonde hair of the new universe intertwined wildly with the black hair of poetry and wine in the raging wind.

"She won't give in!! Poetry and wine haven't given up!! She's caught up!! This is impossible!!"

"Who can win?! Who is it?!"

At this moment, all tactics and all data have become meaningless.

Only two pure souls remained, burning brightly.

The tips of their noses were almost parallel.

At the very last moment.

Poetry and Wine gritted their teeth, putting all the last bit of strength from their broken bodies into their legs.

Leaning forward.

"Cross the finish line!!!"

Click.

The shutter of the high-speed camera clicked, and the direct white light was even more dazzling than the sun.

The world stood still.

The wind stopped.

The commentator's voice was stuck in his throat.

The cheers of 100,000 spectators came to an abrupt halt.

No one dares to confirm it.

Because the naked eye simply cannot discern which of the two lights touched the line first in that instant of their intersecting speeds.

Until the words "PHOTO FINISH" on the big screen started flashing wildly.

A few seconds later, a photograph that had frozen fate was released.

on the screen.

Poetry and wine stood almost side by side with the new universe as the two of them rushed across the finish line together.

However, when magnified, poetry and wine are about seven centimeters apart from the new universe.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Then, a deafening roar erupted, powerful enough to shatter the clouds.

"The victor—poetry and wine!!"

"She held on!! After experiencing being surpassed, crushed, and even almost sentenced to death—"

"This black meteor went against the current!! At the cost of burning its life, it snatched victory back from the new universe!!"

"The starting point of an undefeated triple crown!! Satsuki Prize! Achieved!!"

Dark Meteor: Chapter 200 - After the Satsuki Prize Match

The Zhongshan Racecourse seemed to have experienced a celebration.

Countless people cheered loudly for the winner's name, and the enthusiastic spectators paid tribute to every racehorse girl who was running tirelessly on the track.

The fierce battle in the last few hundred meters was so brutal that it was breathtaking for the spectators.

The final rankings on the big screen [1: Poetry and Wine] have been finalized.

During the momentum of running after crossing the finish line.

Unlike other G1 champions, Poetry and Wine didn't raise their arms or blow kisses to the audience.

She even had difficulty standing.

As the strength that had sustained her running subsided, the pain that had been forcibly suppressed returned to her instantly.

"Cough... Ha... Haa..."

Poetry and Wine loosened her hands, which had turned white from clenching them too tightly, and almost collapsed to the ground. Her legs were trembling violently, and each breath she took was accompanied by the taste of rust and a sharp pain in her lungs.

My vision began to blur, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be spinning.

An overloaded heart is pounding wildly in the chest cavity, producing a deafening roar.

Did you win...?

She struggled to lift her head and glanced at the big screen.

The large "1" was somewhat dazzling in the sunlight.

'Ah...we won!'

There was no ecstasy; the black-haired girl only felt a sense of exhaustion, as if a tremendous burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

The air around them distorted slightly, and the water ghost silently emerged.

She also looked somewhat listless. She reached out her icy hand and gently covered her burning chest with poetry and wine, trying to calm her heart which was on the verge of collapse.

With poetry and wine in hand, all she wanted to do was find a place to lie down and sleep for three days and three nights.

And beside poetry and wine.

"failure."

As the new universe slowed down, the golden radiance that enveloped his entire body dissipated.

She stopped walking, showing no sign of annoyance or sadness.

She simply tilted her head, looking at the swaying black figure in front of her, her blue eyes sparkling with pure confusion and curiosity.

"This ending is not in Uni's database."

"The original future has been overwritten."

She reached out, as if trying to grasp the last trace of black energy remaining in the air.

"You are... the Glitch."

A relieved smile appeared on Xin Yuzhou's lips.

"However, Uni really likes this kind of unpredictable data."

Not far behind the two.

The Sakura student council president, who came in third place, was kneeling on the grass, pounding her fists on the ground.

"Damn it!! Damn it! Damn it!!"

Dirt splashed everywhere.

The chestnut-haired girl, with her extremely strong sense of self-respect, couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.

"They almost caught up...they were so close!!"

"Why?! That reckless running style... Is that guy insane?!"

The desperate screams were drowned out by the cheers of the audience. This is the world of competitive sports; a mere neck difference can mean the difference between heaven and hell.

in the audience.

"We won! We won! We won! We won!!"

Twin Turbine had completely gone mad. She grabbed the excellent person next to her and smeared snot and tears all over him.

"Waaaaah! My junior did it! That big idiot really did it! She's number one. She's Canopus' first G1 horse girl!"

"Ouch... Turbo, be gentle..."

Despite her feigned displeasure, her eyes were already red-rimmed. She let Shuangzhe hug her, her vision blurred as she looked at the black figure below the field.

"Seriously, that last sprint was nothing, it was terrifying."

"If she gets injured, I'll definitely make her treat us to carrot juice for a year..."

Ikuno Didos took off his glasses and wiped the fog off with the corner of his shirt.

The usually calm and collected secretary, Ma Niang, was shaking so badly that she couldn't even put her glasses back on.

"What a huge circle!"

She spoke with a heavy nasal tone.

"The potential of poetry and wine as companions is probably beyond our imagination."

The five people in the stands were overjoyed by the poetry drama and the vibrant sounds of nature, each displaying a different expression.

Minamisaka did not celebrate in the stands.

The instant he decided to cross the finish line with poetry and wine, he turned and rushed into the underground passage.

Although winning Game 1 is an incredibly joyful thing, as a trainer, he cannot dwell on the honor his players have achieved. More important than this honor bestowed upon them by others is the players themselves.

He was running wildly through the tunnel. The trainer, who was usually gentle and well-mannered, was now covered in sweat from anxiety.

When he rushed out of the passage and saw Shi Yujiu being helped by staff, pale-faced but still conscious, the tea-haired man's legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.