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

Poetry and Wine stood at the door, still holding that can of oolong tea in their hands.

She frowned, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the quiet Manchester tea house in the corner and the dark corridor outside the door several times.

"What's wrong, classmate Poetry and Wine?"

Ling Amazon, clutching a cushion, asked nervously.

Is there anything strange about it?

Poetry and Wine raised their hands and pointed to the door.

“I just ran into ‘Manchester Tea House’ at the main entrance downstairs.”

"...Huh?"

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Snow Beauty and Rice Bath both widened their eyes. Wen Niehui and Satomi Crown exchanged a horrified glance.

The bubble gum in Bubblegum's mouth burst instantly when it heard Poetry and Wine speaking.

"Not only did we meet, we also chatted for a bit."

Poetry and Wine looked at the tea table in the corner and stated the facts with a somewhat worried tone.

"That 'you' had red eyes, a very flamboyant personality, and even wanted to buy me coffee. That's why I found it strange..."

"If you've been sitting here, who was that guy downstairs who was talking to me with that thermos?"

A deathly silence.

Three seconds later.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The Amazon let out a scream powerful enough to shatter glass.

She sprang up from the ground and scrambled to the far corner of the room, clutching the rice bath tightly in her hand.

Mi Yu was trembling with fear, tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's appeared! It's a doppelganger, the one from the legend that you'll die if you accidentally see your other self!!"

Ling Amazon's face was deathly pale, and her hand was trembling as she pointed at the Manchester tea house.

"Tea, tea room!! You really didn't go out just now?!"

No.

Manchester Tea House still held her coffee cup, her golden eyes appearing particularly deep in the candlelight. She seemed to have long been accustomed to her dorm leader's reactions.

"Well... I guess a 'friend' borrowed my appearance."

The tea drinker spoke softly, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"She always does that...she goes out for some fresh air without permission."

"Friend?!"

Snow Beauty's face also turned pale.

"Is it... a ghost friend?!"

"How could there be such a setting?"

Satomi Kou's face turned pale, and he nervously looked around.

Amidst the chaotic screams, Poetry and Wine sighed helplessly.

She closed the door, shutting out the cold wind, and then sat down in the empty seat opposite the tea table.

'So that's how it is.'

She looked at the empty seat next to her in the tea room.

Just then.

The figure, whose appearance was almost identical to that of the Manchester tea house, appeared in the empty seat and began to greet Poetry and Wine.

"What do you mean? Little pony, we meet again?"

Dark Meteor: Chapter 212 Conversation

"What do you mean? Little pony, we meet again?"

A figure with crimson eyes and a face exactly like the one in the Manchester tea house was sitting casually with his legs crossed on an empty chair.

She rested her chin on her hand, a carefree and flamboyant smile on her face.

The tranquility of Sunday contrasted sharply with the quiet Manchester tea house next door, where people were holding coffee cups.

Poetry and wine were not afraid of each other being ghosts.

She unscrewed the lid of the oolong tea, took a sip, and calmly looked at the red-eyed figure.

"It seems that the one downstairs really is you."

The voices of poetry and wine were somewhat surprised.

How did you end up here?

"!?"

The moment the phrase "poetry and wine" was uttered, the atmosphere in the room instantly exploded.

"Um... Poetry, Poetry and Wine classmate?"

Satomi Crown sat in the spot closest to the door.

The elegant young lady from the inner family was now deathly pale, her hands gripping the hem of her school uniform skirt tightly, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"Who...are you talking to?"

Poetry and wine didn't turn back; they simply pointed to the empty chair.

“The guy sitting there.”

"There's nobody there!!!"

Bubblegum clutched her head and let out a mournful cry; she no longer even ate bubble gum.

"Don't joke like that! It's really scary!"

On the other side, Ye Wen and Nie Hui had already shrunk behind the curtains, only revealing a pair of terrified eyes.

She kept muttering to herself, "You can't see me, you can't see me."

It felt as if my whole body was becoming one with the wall.

However, Poetry and Wine completely ignored the panic around them; her attention was drawn to what the red-eyed ghost was about to say.

"Hmph, isn't that guy hiding behind you more interesting than me?"

On Sunday, Ning Jing narrowed her red eyes, her gaze passing over Shi Yujiu's shoulder and looking straight at the shadow behind her.

Although he looked soaking wet and rather disheveled, his aura as a leader was undeniable.

On Sunday, Ning Jing stretched out her finger and pointed at the water ghost that was trying to shrink itself into a ball.

"Lifar."

"She has won championships in the prestigious Jacques-Les MCA races and the Forest Races in Europe, and has mentored many senior female racehorses from the Arc de Triomphe..."

"It's quite an eye-opener to see him cowering behind a little girl like a doormat."

Poetry and wine were stunned.

She put down her oolong tea, turned around, and looked at the water ghost who had been following her but hardly ever spoke.

"Lifar?"

She repeated the name softly, her voice trembling slightly.

For the first time, a look of curiosity appeared on the black-haired girl's face.

"That's...your name?"

The ghost, who had always been treated as a water ghost, visibly trembled the moment he heard his own name.

She slowly raised her head, her empty eyes revealing surprise and longing.

Faced with the questioning gaze of Poetry and Wine, Rifar hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently.

"So... you're a European racehorse girl?"

Poetry and wine are questions to be explored.

Lifar nodded again, then glanced at the imposing Sunday Serenity across from him, and shrank back behind Poetry and Wine with some fear, as if seeking refuge.

"Ha! It really was that guy."

On Sunday, Ning Jing let out a cheerful laugh, seemingly amused by Lifal's reaction.

Although I didn't get to see you in Lexington, I've heard quite a few rumors about you.

"I heard you went back to France later? Was it to participate in a ballet competition?"

Please don't bully her.

The Manchester tea house, which had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

She put down her coffee cup, a hint of helplessness in her golden eyes, and softly spoke to the air beside her:

"That senior seems unable to make a sound. And she seems very afraid of you."

"Tsk, how boring."

On Sunday, Ning Jing shrugged, leaned back, and resumed her lazy posture.

"Can you see it too, Tea House Student?"

Poetry and Wine turned their heads and looked at the Manchester tea house.

"Ah."

Manchester City's tea master nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Lifar with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Perhaps this senior is still alive, just like Ning Jing, but for some reason a part of her soul has drifted to your side."

"I see."

Poetry and Wine looked thoughtfully at Rifar behind him.

Lifar merely gave a vague smile and made no other move.

"Um... Poetry and Wine classmate?"

Ye Wen Nie Hui, who was about to run away in fear, suppressed his fear and spoke in a trembling voice.

Are you sure you're talking to someone?

Although the conversation between the two people and two ghosts at the Manchester tea house was calm, it was still far too incomprehensible and terrifyingly unparalleled in the eyes of the few horse girls watching from the sidelines.

It's hard for anyone to think it's normal after seeing two of their classmates talking to themselves like they're having a conversation with a deity.

In the dim candlelight, poetry and wine nodded to the air in inquiry, while the Manchester tea house whispered dissuasion to the void.

The two were completely unaware of how terrifying the scene appeared to the other female horsemen present.

The completely natural dialogue between the immortals shattered the psychological defenses of the other racehorse girls present.

"I can not make it……"

Mi Yu clung to Ling Amazon's clothes with teary eyes, her voice barely audible.

"Dormitory head...Mi Yu wants to go back to her room..."

"Hold on, hold on! Rice bath!"

Although Ling Amazon was still trying to hold on, her messy hair had collapsed due to cold sweat, and her wheat-colored face began to turn bluish-white in the candlelight.

She stared intently at the empty space between the poetry, the wine, and the tea table, her teeth chattering.

"That, that was just their performance! Yes! It was specially rehearsed to scare us! I, I absolutely do not believe that there were two foreign ghosts sitting there!!"

"But... Poetry and Wine seems really serious..."