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

"This is too reckless."

Minamisaka, panting heavily, looked at her team's first G1 racehorse girl and gave a gentle smile.

Inside the top-floor private box.

Rudolf nodded symbolically.

She stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and together with the laughing CEO Chiaki and the silent Ace Katsuragi, looked down at the racetrack.

"See that? The air tank."

The emperor's voice was deep.

"After me, there is a good chance that a second legend will emerge."

Qi Cao stood behind her, nodding with a complicated expression.

"But President, that kind of running style... puts too much strain on her body. If this is her 'path to the triple crown,' then it's far too tragic."

That's exactly why.

Rudolph turned around, her purple eyes revealing a terrifying sense of oppression. Even with a smile on her lips, she exuded a frightening aura.

"She is the one who truly deserves the title of 'possessing the qualifications to win three undefeated championships'."

"Whether it's a so-called 'emperor' or a 'tyrant'... which one didn't climb up through thorns?"

"The path to invincibility is also the path through hell."

In one corner of the audience, the always energetic blonde looked like she bounced off her seat like a spring.

Wow! We won! We won!

Narita didn't care about her image at all; she spoke happily and waved.

Then she couldn't help but turn around and press her hand on Orihime's shoulder, saying something.

"Did you see that, Ayabesan? And Kiko too, Xiaojiu's final sprint!"

She shook Orihime's shoulders frantically; the golden-haired girl's joy was so pure, as if she herself had won the competition.

"I...I understand..."

The man who admired Orihime was so dizzy from being shaken that he actually spoke a few more words.

The diamond-cut treasure next to them was also very happy, but still couldn't help but remind Narita Road.

"Koji, if you keep shaking Orihime, she'll fall apart!"

Ai Mulan had been tense, staring intently at the thrilling duel that had just taken place, even prepared for the worst possible outcome.

But now, with the outcome settled, the breath I've been holding in has finally been released.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 201 Another Victory Celebration Banquet

Ai Mu Orihime felt her knees buckle, and although Narita Ji held her shoulders, she slumped into the chair like a melted mochi.

"Really."

The diamond-cut treasure next to him looked up at the black figure on the big screen, who was soaking wet, panting heavily, yet still stood tall like a king.

As she tidied her bangs, which she had messed up in her excitement, she tried to laugh, but her vision inexplicably became blurry.

"That idiot, he always seems so aloof."

"That last one was nothing, that kind of reckless running..."

She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her eyes with some force, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing a bright smile from the bottom of her heart.

"That was terrifying."

"But he looks so cool, Xiao Jiu."

A bustling spring afternoon.

A new Satsuki Shonuma Musume (Horse-Viewing Beauty) has been born.

……

That evening.

"for--"

Twin Turbine stood on the tatami mat, holding a glass full of orange juice.

"So that we can leave all our rivals behind, the strongest Satsuki Shōma Musume!"

"Although being carried onto the ambulance after the game almost scared us to death—anyway, welcome back to the poetry and wine team."

"Cheers—!!" ×6

"cheers."

Amidst the crisp clinking of glasses, the faces of everyone in Canopus were beaming with joy, but their eyes, as they looked at the poetry and wine, still held a lingering worry.

Poetry and Wine sat in the main seat, wearing the casual clothes he had changed into after leaving the hospital. Although his face was still a little pale, his eyes had regained their clarity.

A mountain of food was piled up in front of her.

"Eat quickly! The doctor said you need a lot of energy!"

Dai Jian, quick as a flash, picked up a piece of blanched meat and put it in her bowl, her eyes narrowing into slits with a smile.

"I saw you faint at the hospital just now, oh my god, I thought you were going to shatter!"

"I'm sorry to have worried everyone."

Poetry and wine offered their silent thanks, and a piece of meat was placed in the mouth, its melt-in-your-mouth aroma exploding in the oral cavity.

"Really..."

While pouring tea for everyone, the person with excellent manners sighed and complained with a hint of helplessness in their voice.

"But to be honest, although fainting is worrying, on the bright side... you've actually turned misfortune into blessing and escaped a disaster."

He paused in his chewing motions, then looked up at You Yusheng with a puzzled expression.

"Survived?"

"You've probably forgotten about the winners' stage."

Excellent quality pointed to the TV on the wall, which was replaying the Satsuki Award match. Because the champion was absent, the final live performance was held by the second-place Shin Uchuu and the third-place Sakura president.

"Did you know? Everyone's talking about 'Phantom Center' online right now."

With his excellent qualities resting on his chin, he revealed a mischievous grin.

"After all, even though you run very fast and are very good-looking, on stage..."

Ikuno Didos, standing next to him, adjusted his glasses and mercilessly added insult to injury:

"In the words of the fans, it's 'as long as it can move.'"

"puff-"

Twin Turbo almost spit out his juice from laughing so hard.

"Now that you mention it, it's true. Last time at the Yayoi Award, I saw the juniors on stage acting like they were dancing for the first time."

Poetry and wine instantly flushed her cheeks, and she silently buried her head in the bowl.

"Well, I'm not that bad, am I?"

"No, it's terrible."

Wanlaizhengming gracefully put down his chopsticks and delivered the fatal blow with a smile.

"My sense of rhythm is completely messed up. My rhythm is so perfect when I'm running, so why does it feel like my hands and feet are tied in knots when I hear dance music? I guess that's a kind of talent."

So that's why!

Excellent qualities patted Poetry and Wine on the shoulder.

"You avoided the solo dance in the center position at the Satsuki Awards this time because you were rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, which in a sense saved your image."

"But the derby is unavoidable."

The person with excellent qualities held up a finger and shook it.

"Once you've rested for a few days, I'll take you to find a professional dance teacher, okay? I was going to ask you to go last time, but unfortunately you didn't have time because you had to train with Suzuka."

"Or perhaps we could have the Empress of the East Sea teach you? Otherwise, if you win both crowns and then act recklessly in front of tens of thousands of people, that would become a black mark on your history for a hundred years!"

Poetry and wine fell silent, while their faces flushed again.

After a while of laughter and joking, the atmosphere gradually quieted down.

Poetry and Wine put down their chopsticks, glanced around the private room, and then looked at their phones.

The screen was blank; there were no new messages.

"that……"

She hesitated for a moment, then asked.

“Diamond Treasure…and Narita Road and the others, do they know I’ve been discharged from the hospital?”

Since being rushed to the emergency room in a semi-conscious state after crossing the finish line, she seems to have been in a blackout until she woke up and was picked up by Nansaka.

"Oh, you mean them?"

Nanban was adding soup to the pot when he heard this and explained with a smile.

"Actually, while you were unconscious, the two of them rushed to the infirmary immediately. But the doctor said you needed absolute rest, so I sent them home first."

While listening to what Nanban said, Shi and Jiu put food into their bowls.

"They said they didn't want to disturb your rest and told you to eat well after you wake up and not to rush to reply to messages. They will be waiting for you at school."

"I see..."

Poetry and wine lowered their eyes, seemingly feeling somewhat depressed and dissatisfied at not seeing each other.

"Okay, stop making that face."

Nanban seemed to see through her thoughts. He wiped his hands and his expression became more serious.

"Poetry and wine are companions."

"exist."

"Given your excessive exertion during the final sprint, which resulted in severe overload on your heart rate and muscles..."

Nanban raised five fingers, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Five days."

"The next five days will be a mandatory rest period."

"You are forbidden from stepping onto the track. No running training of any kind is allowed. Not even jogging. Your task is to completely cool this body down."

"what?"

Poetry and wine were stunned.

"But the Japanese derby is next month... and I haven't even practiced my dance techniques yet..."

"We'll talk about other things later; health comes first."

Nansaka interrupted her.

"This is the doctor's order, and also the trainer's command. For the next five days, treat yourself as an ordinary female high school student."

"Sleep, go shopping, read comics, eat desserts... In short, erase the words 'win' and 'lose' from your mind."

"This is a rare privilege!"

"I'll take on the role of poet and playwright," he said enviously.

"I really want a vacation too!"

"I...I know."

Seeing Nanban's serious expression, Shi Yu Jiu could only obediently nod.