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

"interesting."

Zhongshan Qingdian muttered something under his breath, his eyes becoming even sharper.

Poetry and Wine, sitting in the corner, take in all of this.

She silently took a sip of oolong tea.

The shadow behind him shifted, and Rifar cautiously peeked out half his head.

She glanced at Zhongshan Celebration, who had kicked the door open, then at Zhou Ri Ningjing, who was looking at Zhongshan Celebration with interest, and finally wisely chose to retreat into the shadows and play dead.

'It's a complete mess.'

Poetry and Wine sighed inwardly.

but……

She glanced around.

With the arrival of Zhongshan Celebration, the eerie atmosphere in the empty dormitory was largely dispelled. Although Ling Amazon was still trembling, at least some color had returned to her face.

"Then, shall we continue?"

Zhongshan Qingdian sat cross-legged, took a coin out of his pocket, and nimbly flipped it between his fingers.

She looked at the Manchester tea house with an expectant expression on her face.

"I also want to hear the story that even the dormitory head could be scared to tears. What exactly is this thing?"

She turned to look at Ling Amazon, then grinned mischievously.

"If it's not scary enough, the dorm leader will treat me to a meal."

"Stop being so verbose."

Ling Amazon shouted, somewhat embarrassed and angry. Although her voice was still trembling, she had clearly regained some composure. "Tea room, continue."

A hint of a smile flashed in the golden eyes of the man at the Manchester Tea House as he watched this scene.

She picked up her slightly cooled coffee again and took a small sip.

"Since everyone is so looking forward to it."

The gaze of the Manchester tea house lingered on Zhongshan Celebration for a moment.

"Then let's continue."

"The first thing the 'me' in the mirror said to me."

"...The 'me' in the mirror pressed his face against the glass, his mouth split open to his ears."

Holding his completely cold coffee, Manchester Tea House spoke softly.

She said to me in an echoing voice—

"'Found you...'"

The accent at the Manchester tea house became ethereal.

"babble--!!!"

This time, not only the Amazon Lizard, but even the Snow Beauty let out a scream.

Mi Yu had completely passed out physically and collapsed limply into Ling Amazon's arms.

"That's it, it's over. Tonight's gathering is now over."

Ling Amazon suddenly stood up, picked up the unconscious Mi Yu, and moved with such agility that she didn't seem like someone who had just been paralyzed with fear.

She was covered in sweat, her eyes darting around, and she didn't dare to look at the Manchester tea house at all.

"Ahem! Well... since everyone seemed to enjoy it, then we've achieved our goal."

"I suddenly remembered that the dryer in the laundry room seems to be on. Yes, that's it."

"Disband! Everyone disband!!"

Upon hearing this command, Snow Beauty, Yabun Niehui, Satomi Crown, Bubblegum, and the others, like startled rabbits, rushed towards the gate as if granted a pardon.

Ling Amazon ran last, and before leaving, she still tried to maintain the dignity of the dormitory head, shouting a greeting to Zhongshan Celebration and Poetry and Wine.

"Um... remember to blow out the candles when you leave. Lock the door, and don't... don't do any strange summoning rituals in there!"

After saying that, she slammed the door shut and ran away as if she were being chased by a ghost.

A series of hurried and disorderly footsteps echoed down the corridor until they disappeared completely at the top of the stairs.

Room 404 was finally quiet again.

Only three people and two other creatures, whose identities were unclear, remained in the room.

The woman who is clearly alive is Ma Niang, holding a coffee cup with a calm expression at the Manchester tea house, leaning against the corner and drinking oolong tea, a scene reminiscent of poetry and wine.

And Zhongshan Celebration, sitting cross-legged on the carpet with a lollipop stick in his mouth.

"Wow, you run really fast."

Zhongshan Qingdian looked at the closed door and let out a soft laugh.

"He organized the event himself, but ended up leading the runaway. Why is Rin no Amazon so afraid of these weird things?"

She stood up from the ground, dusted off her school uniform skirt, and turned around without leaving immediately. Instead, she cast her curious gaze at the poetry and wine in the corner.

"So……"

The Zhongshan celebration took its first steps, slowly moving towards poetry and wine.

"There were too many people just now, I didn't have time to say hello."

Zhongshan Qingdian looked at the poetry and wine with no malice in his eyes, but rather with a great deal of curiosity.

"Poetry and wine. This year's Satsuki Festival is for appreciating horse girls."

"I heard you were temporarily transferred to Treson?"

Poetry and Wine looked up and glanced at each other with a puzzled expression.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 215 The Bet (Fourth Update)

"I guess so, the procedures are a bit troublesome."

"It's not just a hassle, is it?"

Zhongshan Qingdian pulled another lollipop from his pocket and skillfully unwrapped it.

"In this rare period when the market isn't controlled by large corporations and prestigious families, someone like you with no background suddenly barges in..."

She bit into the candy, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"It's like a joker that suddenly appears in the deck."

"They messed up all the odds and the hand that were originally calculated."

Poetry and Wine took a sip of oolong tea with a blank expression.

"If you're looking to complain on behalf of those who lost, you've come to the wrong person."

"Complain? Ha! Don't be ridiculous."

Zhongshan Qingdian scoffed, his eyes burning even brighter.

"I'm overjoyed. A predictable competition is so boring. Only a chaotic situation full of uncertainty is worth putting my bets on."

She suddenly moved closer, her purple eyes fixed on the black pupils of Poetry and Wine, her voice tinged with amusement.

"Hey, transfer student."

"How much further can your heart... go?"

This unexpected question caused the poet and the wine to pause slightly.

Lifar, standing behind him, also nervously raised his head.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. I've watched your game footage."

Zhongshan Qingnian pointed to his chest.

"That kind of reckless running style, although it looks exciting, is it like burning your lifespan like fuel?"

"I'm wondering... if you, this wild horse girl who came from who-knows-where, have the potential to challenge that place that I've been eyeing all along."

Poetry and Wine frowned, not understanding the meaning of the Zhongshan celebration.

"That place?"

Zhongshan Qingnian straightened up and turned to look out the window.

A sliver of the deep night sky peeked through the gap in the curtains.

"Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe (Grand Prix of Triumph)".

When he said these words, the relaxed atmosphere of Zhongshan Celebration suddenly changed.

A wild and unrestrained aura burst forth from her body, and the brown-haired horse girl's purple eyes revealed an extremely serious expression.

"Lonchamp Racecourse in France."

"That is the dream of every Japanese female horse racer, and the ultimate pinnacle."

Zhongshan turned around and looked intently at the poetry and wine.

“I was thinking that if it were a Joker like you who could ignore even common sense and fear, you might be able to adapt to the muddy ground over there.”

At this moment.

The Manchester tea shop owner, who had been quietly drinking coffee nearby, also stopped what he was doing.

Zhou Ri Ningjing, standing beside her, was watching the Zhongshan celebration with an appreciative gaze.

After indulging in poetry and wine, Rifar flinched when he heard the words "Arc de Triomphe".

As one of France's leading lady of the year, she knows better than anyone the weight of words.

"It's too far."

Poetry and wine remained silent for a moment before offering a pragmatic answer.

"Right now, all I want to do is finish the derby. As for overseas... that's a matter for later."

"That's true. Your perspective is still too narrow."

Zhongshan Qingnian shrugged, seemingly unsurprised by the answer, but not disappointed either.

She took a coin out of her pocket and flicked it lightly between her fingers.

"Ding--"

A crisp metallic sound echoed in the quiet room.

"In that case, let's make a bet."

Zhongshan caught the coin, held it to the back of her hand, and looked at Poetry and Wine defiantly.

"What are you gambling?"

"I bet... on who can win the Arc de Triomphe between you and me."

The sound of the Zhongshan celebration was not loud, but it carried a chilling certainty.

"Although not this year, not next year... but once my career is over, I will definitely go there and pry open that damn Arc de Triomphe."

She moved her hand away.

The coin in the brown-haired girl's hand is heads up.

"If I do that, then I win."

"If I fail to do it, or if I burn out halfway through... then you win."

"What about the stakes?"

Poetry and wine are the way to seek answers.

She looked at the other person with some hesitation. She didn't know Zhongshan Qingdian, and it was strange for them to make a bet in such a place.