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

Looking around, the vast Treson Academy seems to stretch as far as the eye can see.

The track, lobby, dance studio, and three goddess statues—it has everything.

Poetry and Wine lowered their heads and opened the manual, their fingertips lingering on the pages.

“I am…Li Dongliao 302.”

She memorized the route, closed the manual, and stuffed it into the side pocket of her bag.

Poetry and Wine walked briskly down the corridors of Treson College. She wasn't in the mood to familiarize herself with the school yet; she just wanted to find her dormitory as soon as possible.

After walking for a while.

Li Dongliao quickly came into view.

It was a four-story, brownish-red modern building.

I don't know which woman planted a few perfectly rounded azaleas by the door, and they're in full bloom.

Above the door hangs an iron plaque with the three characters "Lidong Dormitory" engraved on it. The characters are somewhat worn, indicating that this dormitory has a long history.

Poetry and Wine paused, looked up, then looked down to check the manual.

"That's it, this is the place."

Just as Poetry and Wine stepped onto the bottom step of Lidongliao with their right foot.

"Squeak-"

The dormitory door was pushed open.

Standing at the door was a horse girl with short black hair.

She was a rather handsome and masculine horse girl.

She was wearing the most ordinary Tresson College uniform.

A purple and white short-sleeved shirt was tucked into a matching pleated skirt, with the neckline deliberately left open to reveal her delicate collarbone.

The sleeves were high, revealing beautifully shaped forearms that gleamed healthily in the sunlight.

His blue eyes were brimming with vitality.

She casually flicked the horse's ear back twice, but the tip of the ear still stubbornly stuck up.

It made her look effortlessly chic, like an artist who stepped straight out of a shoujo manga.

Image: "Fuji Stone", Location: "Images/1764239064-100457638-114141458.jpg"

Fujikishi wore a sunny smile, his eyes curving into crescents.

"Oh, he's a new student!"

She strode up to him, her voice clear and bright.

"If you're having any troubles in life, feel free to talk to me anytime!"

As she finished speaking, she generously extended her fair right hand—palm facing left—gesturing for Shi Yujiu to shake her hand.

Poetry and Wine's gaze first fell on her open neckline, then on the outstretched hand.

……Um?

What kind of development is this?

Is someone really that outgoing on the first day of school?

She lowered her eyes and paused for half a second.

Then he raised his hand and grasped the Fuji stone.

You don't even dare to look me in the eye?

Fujiki looked at the poetry and wine, then gave a gentle smile.

She could clearly feel that the other person's hand was very cold, with distinct knuckles, and felt like a piece of fine jade when held.

However, the handshake lasted no more than two seconds before being politely and quickly withdrawn.

For this horse girl, shaking hands was like something terrifying.

A little...socially anxious?

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

The crisp sounds of poetry and wine are devoid of any emotion, utterly bland.

It's like a glass of plain water that's been sitting overnight—unchanging and cold.

"I've already read the contents of the dormitory handbook. If it's just a retelling of the information, there's no need to repeat it again."

There was silence for a full three seconds.

A breeze blew, and two azalea petals fluttered down, one clinging to the body of the Fuji rock, the other gently brushing against the bangs of Poetry and Wine.

Fujiki's hand was still frozen in mid-air, his eyes wide open, his blue pupils filled with question marks.

The next second, she burst out laughing, her shoulders shaking.

"Eh?"

"Haha, it seems I forgot to introduce myself first."

Fujikishi wasn't angry at all; instead, it was smiling happily.

She slapped the back of her neck with her palm, giving herself a way out.

"My name is Fujikishi, and I'm the head of the Lidong dormitory. It seems you've memorized the student handbook perfectly. Well then, I won't embarrass myself by showing off."

She stepped aside to make way for the doorway and casually opened it a little wider.

Sunlight streamed in from outside, gilding her silhouette with a fuzzy golden edge.

Fujikishi gestured with his chin toward the dormitory and said gently.

"If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to come to me. I will be staying in the dormitory during these few days of freshman orientation."

Wow, it's the dorm supervisor!

A flicker of surprise crossed Poetry and Wine's dark eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

She silently murmured "Oh" to herself.

It seems... we can't afford to offend them for now.

Then Poetry and Wine nodded slightly, the gesture so small it was almost imperceptible.

"Okay, thank you. I'm Shi Yu Jiu, a freshman in the senior division. Please take care of me from now on."

The sounds of poetry and wine were soft, yet they still reached Fujikishi's ears clearly.

Done.

Poetry and Wine then walked in carrying their sports bags, their steps even and their backs straight.

Fujikishi breathed a sigh of relief as the aloof figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to look at the sky with a hint of helplessness.

"Really... I even participated in the compilation of the student handbook, so why did she make me sound like a rigid old auntie who only knows how to read from the book?"

Fujiki scratched the back of his head, his horse ears twitched, but he couldn't help but curl up his lips again.

"But that child... is quite cute."

The sunlight shone on her face, making her blue eyes sparkle brilliantly.

"Now, let's welcome more new students!"

She took a deep breath, smiled again, and turned to face the next freshman walking towards the dormitory.

……

Poetry and wine tread on the third-floor floor, walking step by step into the depths of the corridor.

She looked down at the key tag in her hand, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

"305...304...303..."

She would glance at each address number slightly to the side.

"Ah, we've arrived, 302."

She stopped in front of a dormitory room with the number '302' written on the door.

The black-haired girl's eyes lit up when she finally saw her dormitory.

Yes, this is the place.

Insert the key into the lock.

With a click, she pushed open the door and went inside.

A scent of freshly renovated wood and a faint floral fragrance wafted through the air.

The room was much more spacious than she had imagined.

A large window faces the training ground in the distance, and sunlight streams in like water, making the wooden floor shine.

Image: "Fuji Stone 2", Location: "Images/1764239238-100457638-114141458.jpg"

To be honest, I prefer the Fujistone from the New Era Gate to the Fujistone in the game. It looks gentler and much softer than the one in the game.

New student: Chapter 3, I was instantly knocked down, bro.

Two single beds were placed side by side by the window.

There was a light wood-colored bedside table in the middle, with two small lamps on it. The lampshades looked quite nice.

It has a soft fabric surface and is still wrapped in plastic film.

The bed frame was simple, the mattress was thick, and the school-issued bedding was neatly folded on top.

The mattress was snow-white, the blanket was light gray, there were two neatly folded quilts, and two unopened pillows.

Only the duvet cover, pillowcase, and sheets were folded into small squares and placed at the foot of the bed.

'Is it because some students bring their own favorite duvet covers that they're not using?'

Poetry and wine came to mind secretly.

There is a two-door sliding wardrobe on each side of the room, used to store the horse girls' clothes.

There was a small desk in the corner, with a "Welcome to School" sticky note on the tabletop. The handwriting was neat and rounded, and a small smiley face was drawn next to it.

Poetry and Wine stood at the door without moving, quietly scanning the room from left to right and then from top to bottom.

Her horse ears quickly stood up, then quickly fell limply down.

Like two feathers that have been tossed about by the wind but are reluctant to leave the wings.

This subtle movement was the only emotion she revealed today.

...better than expected.

That's too good.

In my previous life, what kind of school would offer such treatment?

The double room was so spacious, hundreds of times better than the ten-square-meter apartment she lived in before she enrolled in school.

Poetry and Wine blinked, suppressing the sadness that was almost overflowing from their eyes.

She finished her observation and then walked into the dormitory.

Poetry and wine crossed the threshold, then closed the door behind them.

She casually placed her gym bag on the bedside table, the zipper making a rough sound.

She bent down and pulled a neatly folded gray rag from the side pocket of her bag.

I walked around the room.

Fingertips brush across desktops, windowsills, wardrobe handles, and even air conditioner filters.

Wherever it went, the rag would fall down.