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

Dark Meteor: Chapter 202 New Discussion

"Yay! To celebrate our junior's victory, let's all take a day off and go have some fun tomorrow!"

The twin turbines cheered.

"I want to eat pancakes too! I want to be a high school girl!"

"turn down."

Nanban smiled.

"Only Poetry and Wine are on vacation. Twin Turbo, your training will proceed as scheduled tomorrow, with assembly at 8:00 AM. Also, because you got too excited in the stands and threw your support fan at someone's face, you'll have to write a self-criticism tomorrow."

"Eh?! Why?! I'm exhausted from shouting from the sidelines too!!"

The screams of the twin turbines echoed throughout the private room.

"Hahahaha!"

Laughter echoed under the warm lights.

As Poetry and Wine watched this scene, the water ghost beside her lazily perched on her shoulder, seemingly quite content with the peaceful atmosphere.

A beautiful smile curved her lips as she picked up her chopsticks again.

Let's at least fill our stomachs tonight.

"I'm starting to eat."

……

As night deepened, the noise subsided.

After bidding farewell to the noisy Canopus group, Shi and Sake returned alone to the Miura Dormitory at Tresen Academy.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on one by one as she walked, and then turned off behind her.

Holding a bag of yogurt bought from a convenience store to drink the next morning, Shi Yujiu stood in front of her dormitory room.

"Eh?"

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment.

Someone left a beautifully wrapped small velvet bag at the entrance of my dormitory, with a slightly crooked pink ribbon tied to it.

She opened the bag, and inside lay a delicate silver hair ornament.

The hair accessory has a simple design, shaped like a shooting star. While the craftsmanship isn't top-notch, it's still quite exquisite.

There was also a folded note at the bottom of the bag, with familiar handwriting on it:

[Congratulations on winning the Satsuki Prize! Sake was the best!]

[This is a celebratory gift. I thought silver would suit your black hair, so I bought it... It wasn't expensive, but you definitely should wear it!]

—By Diamond Treasure, who will always support you

"Well."

Poetry and Wine looked at the hair ornament in their palms, and a trace of warmth seemed to come from their cold fingertips.

She seems to still be competing, yet she still finds time to prepare a gift for herself.

"What a busybody."

Poetry and wine put the hair ornament in his pocket, then put his hand on the doorknob.

"Gada".

Pushing open the door, a blast of cool air rushed in. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a pale band of light on the floor.

"…call."

Poetry and Wine closed the door behind them, leaned their weight against it, and let out a long breath.

The black-haired girl revealed a somewhat tired expression.

However, she still walked to the mirror and, by the moonlight, clumsily pinned the hair accessory behind her ear.

Although the girl in the mirror looked tired, her eyes seemed much softer against the backdrop of silver.

She then took off her shoes and walked wearily to her desk, carefully removed her hair accessory and placed it beside her pillow, then put down the yogurt.

The air around her distorted slightly, and the water ghost, visible only to her, slowly emerged. For some reason, it appeared more transparent than usual.

The water ghost didn't wander around the room as usual. Instead, it quietly curled up on the bed of poetry and wine, hugging its knees, silently watching her with its empty eyes.

"Don't look at me like that."

Poetry and Wine muttered to themselves as they unbuttoned their clothes.

"I'm not dead."

She went into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

Hot water was washing over my body. The muscles in my legs were still twitching slightly uncontrollably; I had really pushed myself too hard for today's Satsuki Sho.

After changing into dry pajamas, Shi and Jiu turned off the overhead light, leaving only a small nightlight by the bedside.

She climbed into bed, pulled the blanket up, and covered half her face.

A small space can bring a great sense of security.

"We won..."

She stared at the ceiling, the finish line, so close yet so far, flashing through her mind once more.

She felt reassured that a sum of money, enough to pay off Rudolf's debts and even leave her with a considerable amount of bonus, would soon be deposited into her bank account.

'Now, only the money owed to Ennis the Wind God remains.'

'The next derby...'

"Boom."

Sudden.

A strange throbbing sound came from deep within my chest.

A cold hand squeezed my heart hard.

"...!"

Poetry and Wine's pupils contracted sharply, and his body tensed instantly.

She instinctively curled up, pressing her right hand tightly against her left chest.

Thump...thump—

My heart seemed to skip a beat.

A strong wave of dizziness washed over me, and the ceiling appeared double in front of me. The blood in my veins felt like it had frozen, as if an invisible pair of hands were choking me.

Upon seeing this, the water ghost, who was lying on the bed, suddenly stood up.

It floated to the bedside, its blurred face seemingly showing a look of terror. It reached out, wanting to touch the chest of Poetry and Wine, but stopped in mid-air.

This feeling lasted for about five or six seconds.

Then, just as suddenly as it came, the sharp, dull pain quickly disappeared.

My heartbeat returned to a regular pattern.

"Ha ha……"

Poetry and Wine loosened their grip on the pajamas, their palms covered in cold sweat.

She took deep breaths, feeling the air re-entering her lungs.

What was that just now?

Poetry and Wine frowned, turned over, and buried their faces in the pillow.

'I guess I'm just too tired.'

She explained it to herself.

'After all, you forced yourself to use the second stage of acceleration on such a slope, so it's normal that your body hasn't recovered yet.'

'Nansaka also said he needs to rest for five days.'

Poetry and wine dared not delve into the meaning of that pain; her gaze fell upon the silver hair ornament beside her pillow.

She reached out and clutched the hair ornament tightly in her hand, as if it were her only lifeline.

"It's okay, I'm just tired. I'll feel better after a nap."

Poetry and wine close their eyes, forcibly severing their chaotic thoughts.

"sleep."

The water ghost looked at her, hesitated for a long time, and finally disappeared silently.

A deathly silence returned to the room.

……

6:00 AM.

The biological clock promptly awakens the dormant consciousness.

Before the brain could fully activate, the body had already started moving, relying on the memories etched into the muscles over a long period of time.

She threw off the covers, got out of bed, washed up, and tied her hair into a high ponytail.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

Poetry and Wine changed into a red and white tracksuit that had been worn for half a year and was now slightly worn. They sat on the bed and skillfully tightened the laces of their running shoes.

"call…"

She took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing rhythm, and prepared to push open the door and go out to greet the morning.

However, just as her hand touched the doorknob, she suddenly remembered what Nansaka had said the day before.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 203 A Day of Rest

"For the next five days... you are prohibited from stepping onto the track."

The hands of poetry and wine froze in mid-air.

"...Tsk."

She remained frozen in the position of pushing the door open for a few seconds before finally letting out an annoyed click of her tongue.

"I forgot..."

The black horse let go of the doorknob somewhat dejectedly, sat back down next to the door, and roughly untied the shoelaces she had just tied.

The air around me rippled slightly.

The water ghost rubbed its sleepy eyes and walked over. It looked at Poetry and Wine, who were fully armed but sitting at the door in a daze, and tilted its head.

"What are you looking at? Go back to sleep."

Poetry and Wine said irritably, kicking his running shoes aside, dragging his heavy steps back to the bed, and throwing himself heavily onto the soft mattress.

Although it's said that I need to rest...

But for racehorse girls who are used to spending their days running, this is a bit of a shock.

Poetry and Wine turned over, picked up the phone beside the pillow, intending only to check the time, but found an unread message on the screen.

The email was sent half an hour ago.

【The Reed-haired Horse Girl Did Not Die While Swimming #@%￥】：

Good morning, Xiaojiu.

"Um... although today is a rare day off, and I really wanted to go see you... but the Spring Emperor's Celebration is coming up soon, and I have to train."

"I'm sorry! It's such an important day for you, after winning Game 1..."

"After all, that's a 3200-meter long-distance G1 race."

"If I don't work twice as hard, I simply won't be able to finish. I don't want to lose as badly as I did in the previous two spring races."