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

The Snow Beauty huddled in a corner, shivering, clutching her tail tightly.

"And when the student in the tea room said 'unable to make a sound,' the candle over there... seemed to turn green for a moment..."

"Eeya ya ya ya—!!"

Upon hearing this, Satomi Takako finally couldn't hold back anymore, letting out a short scream and burying her head between her knees.

"I can't hear anything! I don't know anything!"

The bubblegum in the corner was practically out of its body, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if it had given up thinking.

Poetry and Wine looked at their roommates who were about to faint from fright, and then at Sunday Serenity who was still making faces at Lifar. They rubbed their temples helplessly.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 213 A Terrifying Thing

"...Shall we continue?"

Poetry and Wine asked the Manchester Tea House with a hint of helplessness.

“Um… my ‘friend’ said that was just the opening remarks.”

Manchester Tea House glanced apologetically at the crowd around them who were on the verge of collapse, then delivered a final blow in a low, gloomy tone.

"If you leave before you finish hearing the story... she might follow you back to your room."

Click.

The flashlight in Ling Amazon's hand was crushed by her grip.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the group of horse girls, Manchester Tea House began her storytelling session.

Her voice grew softer and softer, gently brushing past everyone's ears.

"Just last night, when I went to make coffee."

"A figure walked over from across the huge dressing mirror at the end of the corridor."

The fingers holding the coffee cup in the Manchester tea shop tightened slightly, the fingertips turning white. She lowered her head slightly, her golden eyes unfathomable.

The flickering candlelight added to the eerie atmosphere.

"That person was wearing the exact same black pajamas as me, and had the same messy long hair as me."

"As she drew closer, I finally saw her clearly in the moonlight..."

“That face… no matter how you look at it, it’s me—Manchester Tea House.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

Amazon is about to stop breathing.

Her pupils dilated as she stared intently at the lips of the Manchester Tea House owner. She didn't want to listen anymore, yet she was forced to continue listening because she was frightened by what the Manchester Tea House owner had said earlier.

The sounds from the Manchester tea house continued.

"That 'me' stopped, pressed her face close to mine, so close that I could feel her cold breath..."

Then, she looked at me and slowly, little by little, opened her mouth...

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The taut string finally snapped.

Before the tea maker could finish speaking, Ling Amazon finally broke down.

The usually imposing head of the Miura dormitory let out a scream powerful enough to shatter the windows.

"Wow."

She shrank back like a startled giant koala, pulling the already trembling rice bath behind her into a ball.

"Stop talking! Stop talking! I don't want to know what she said!!"

Ling Amazon tightly closed her eyes, covered her ears with her hands, and shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"The reflection in the mirror...it must be a curse! A curse of soul swapping!! Waaaaah...I'll never look in the mirror again!!"

The atmosphere of fear inside the room reached its peak at this moment.

Snow Beauty and Bubblegum hugged each other, their tails standing on end.

"3.141592653589..."

Satomi Kou's face turned pale, and he even began to recite pi at an extremely fast pace, trying to suppress his thoughts in this way.

Even the candles that were the source of the light were affected; the flames flickered violently and were about to go out.

Just as the horse girls at the Miura dormitory were about to faint from excessive fear, turning tonight into a true Miura dormitory tragedy—

"Noisy!"

A low growl suddenly came from outside the door.

Followed by.

"boom--!"

A thunderous roar erupted without warning.

The heavy wooden door of room 404, which was originally locked to enhance the eerie atmosphere, was kicked open from the outside in an extremely violent manner.

"!?"

All the screams were forcibly choked back down by this kick.

Even the Manchester City tea shop owner looked up in surprise, a hint of astonishment flashing in his golden eyes.

The light from the outside corridor streamed in through the wide-open doorway, instantly swallowing up the eerie candlelight and darkness inside. Amidst the swirling dust, a slightly languid yet commanding figure stood backlit.

At the entrance where light and shadow intertwine, stands a slender but extremely casually positioned racehorse girl.

His brown, unruly hair stood up uncontrollably, and his purple pupils held a hint of lethargy and restlessness.

She wore a loosely draped sports jacket, her hands in the jacket pockets, and her right foot, which had just used force, was slowly retracting to the ground.

Zhongshan Celebration.

A notorious outlaw at Treson Academy, a master of winning and losing who treats the arena like a casino, though he hasn't even made his debut yet.

Her current posture is as casual as a street thug.

Zhongshan Qingdian tilted his head and lazily glanced around at the various terrified figures in the room before finally fixing his gaze on Ling Amazon, who was hugging Mi Yu and crying her eyes out.

"Seriously... what are you yelling about in the middle of the night?"

Zhongshan Qingdian yawned, casually scratched his messy hair, and said in a tone full of helplessness.

"I was looking for a quiet place to take a nap at the end of the corridor, but you guys are making so much noise that my head is throbbing."

"Hey, dorm leader."

She raised her chin at the Amazonian woman huddled in the corner and said with some curiosity.

"What's wrong with you? Did someone cheat you out of everything?"

"Celebration—!"

When Ling Amazon saw this problem child who usually gave her a headache and always avoided training and dormitory activities, it was as if she had seen an angel descended from heaven.

It's a living person!

She's a thug with a roguish, masculine, and villainous aura, capable of kicking away any terrifying atmosphere with a single kick!

"Waaaaah... I'm so glad you're here!!"

Ling Amazon was so moved that tears and snot streamed down her face. She almost went up to pull Zhongshan Qingdian over, but failed because her legs were too weak.

"I thought... I thought we were going to be trapped in this cursed alternate dimension tonight and couldn't get out. We couldn't even open the door, sob sob sob."

"Huh? Another dimension? The door won't open?"

Zhongshan Qingdian raised an eyebrow, his purple eyes revealing a look of utter disbelief.

"It's just an empty room without the lights on, right? As for the door, you locked it yourself, didn't you? My foot still hurts a little from kicking it just now."

She ignored the mess on the floor and strolled in with leisurely steps.

At the Zhongshan celebration, they randomly found an open space, not caring about the dirt, and sat down cross-legged.

"Um... Zhongshan?"

The crown peeked out cautiously from the inner room.

"Aren't you going back to the Huang family's place today? I heard there's a family gathering there..."

"Oh, that one."

Zhongshan Qingdian pulled a lollipop out of his pocket, tore open the wrapper, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"We were supposed to go back. But there's too much trouble with the Golden Family, like who hid whose horseshoes, who got into a fight with whom..."

She shrugged, looking annoyed.

"Fortunately, those two guys, Chao Changjunyi and Wang Ziding, took turns handling those trivial matters. Since someone is willing to do the hard work, I'm happy to have some free time."

Dark Meteor: Chapter 214 says this?

"So I don't need to go home today, I'm so bored."

Zhongshan Qingdian cracked the candy in his mouth with a crisp sound.

"I heard screams when I passed by, and I thought someone was holding an underground horse girl fighting tournament, but I didn't expect..."

Her gaze swept around the room once more.

Finally, the brown-haired horse girl's sharp purple eyes passed over the group huddled together for warmth and stopped in the quietest corner.

There sat poets and wine lovers drinking tea and watching plays, and calm Manchester tea house guests holding coffee cups.

Immediately afterwards, Zhongshan Qingdian's gaze did not linger on the two people's faces, but was fixed on the empty seat next to Manchester Tea House.

As a gambler who relies on intuition for survival, Zhongshan Celebration, unlike Poetry and Wine and Manchester Tea House, does not have the ability to see ghosts or see their specific forms.

But she could sense that the location wasn't as empty as it appeared to most people.

There's a thrill that sends chills down your spine and makes your hair stand on end, yet inexplicably gets your blood pumping and makes you want to take on the challenge.

"Wow."

Zhongshan Qingdian narrowed his eyes, and a smile began to appear at the corner of his mouth.

"I bet someone's sitting in this spot."

Has anyone placed a bet?

Almost at the same instant.

"oh?"

On Sunday, Ning Jing, who had been sitting in an empty seat with her legs crossed, was so bored that she was about to fall asleep. But when she saw Zhongshan Qingnian's gaze fall on her, her bright red eyes suddenly lit up.

If it were the previous horse girls, they would all be boring little girls who never saw her.

But what's in front of me...

On Sunday, Ning Jing sat up from her chair and instantly teleported to the front of the Zhongshan Celebration.

Although the other person couldn't see her, she still lowered her head with great interest.

A face that looked remarkably similar to the one at Manchester Tea House was practically touching the nose of Zhongshan Celebration, scrutinizing the guy closely.

Such keen intuition.

Sunday's tranquility was punctuated by joyful laughter.

"It's very similar to the Golden Journey."

She stretched out her hand and traced the outline of the Zhongshan celebration in the air.

"He may seem like a lazy guy, but he's probably very interesting."

Zhongshan Celebration seemed to sense something.

She frowned and subconsciously touched her neck, feeling a cool breeze blow past, but it wasn't unpleasant; instead, it stirred her fighting spirit.