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

Then she went over and knelt down in front of Rifar.

"It's okay if you don't know. Just leave things you can't remember for now."

She reached out and gently patted Lifar's cold shoulder.

The sensation was like patting a cloud of cold water mist.

"After the derby, I'll go to Europe to see if there are any leads about you."

Lifar raised his head, a hint of surprise seemingly showing on his blurred face.

"Didn't you want me to go to Europe?"

Poetry and Wine stood up, somewhat wearily walking towards the bed.

"Although I don't know what you want me to do, I'll go and see first."

She lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

My body still feels heavy.

A dull ache throbs in the area of ​​my heart, as if something inside is slowly rusting.

"Goldofa Arab, it's this guy."

"Why is she everywhere...?"

Poetry and wine murmured to themselves.

"That sounds like a lot of trouble."

She slowly closed her eyes, no longer thinking about the trivial and complicated matters.

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it too much. Let's just finish the race in front of us first."

Goodnight, Lifar.

Silence fell over the room.

Lifar remained standing there, staring blankly at Poetry and Wine, who lay on the bed with their eyes closed.

Everything was a complete mystery; her current state was almost indistinguishable from ignorance.

She looked at Shi Yuping's face, which was slightly furrowed even in his sleep.

This is the black-haired girl who was willing to say "I'm going to Europe to see" for a ghost of unknown origin.

Lifar slowly walked to the window and looked at the moon outside.

'The blood flowing from top to bottom is that of European nobility.'

Poetry and wine were born from the three goddesses using her genes, and naturally, they are her daughters.

She doesn't know what state she's in right now, or how to get back to a normal life.

Those answers lie dormant deep within her blank memory.

Perhaps we can find it if we go to Europe, or perhaps we will never find it.

But at least now she is no longer alone.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water.

The night in Miura Dormitory finally returned to peace.

……

Time flew by, and after the eventful night, life with poetry and wine returned to normal.

Until May 8th, the Spring Emperor's Slam competition began.

On a spring day at Kyoto Racecourse, the sun was shining too brightly, and the air was filled with the anxious atmosphere of an impending major battle.

As the pinnacle of long-distance racing, the Spring Emperor's Slam carries the expectations of countless people.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 217 - The Competition Begins

Poetry and Wine wore a black baseball cap with the brim pulled low, dressed in casual clothes, trying to minimize their presence as they walked through the surging crowd.

She held her phone in her hand, the screen displaying a message from ten minutes ago:

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

"Little Jiu, Little Jiu, I'm waiting for you at the vending machine next to the staff passage! I have something to give you!" (>_)

"Seriously, what are you doing when the competition is about to start?"

Poetry and Wine sighed, avoided the crowds, and skillfully made their way to the relatively quiet side entrance area.

From afar, she spotted a familiar figure.

Diamond Treasure was pacing back and forth in front of the vending machine, wearing his winning outfit.

She kept checking her watch, adjusting her bangs, and taking deep breaths, radiating a tense aura.

Poetry and Wine walked over quietly and spoke behind her.

"Qizi."

"Wow!!"

Lingzuan Qibao was so startled that she almost jumped up on the spot, and the sports drink in her hand almost flew out of her hand.

She turned around abruptly, and upon seeing that it was Shi Yu Jiu Hou, her fear instantly turned into almost overflowing joy, and the gray tail behind her was practically wagging its afterimage.

"A little bit of wine."

Lingzuan Qibao's eyes sparkled, and she came over as if she had seen her owner's golden retriever. If it weren't for the staff around, she probably would have pounced on her and rubbed against them.

"You really came. That's great! I thought you'd think Kyoto was too far and too much trouble to come."

"Since I promised, I will come."

Poetry and Wine reached out to straighten her collar, which had become askew from fidgeting, his tone calm but his actions natural.

"Besides, if I didn't come, my phone would probably be flooded with crying face emojis from you."

"Hehe, because I want you to see it."

Lingzuan Qibao scratched her cheeks a little shyly, her face flushed with excitement.

She suddenly remembered something and frantically began rummaging through her pockets.

"Oh right, here you go."

She took out a paper bag and solemnly handed it to Poetry and Wine, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Poetry and Wine took the paper bag, opened it, and took a look.

Inside was a VIP ticket with an excellent seat, and a small, handmade flag that was somewhat crudely made and even had loose threads on the edges.

The name of the diamond-shaped treasure was embroidered on the flag with crooked stitches, along with a silver pattern that looked like a potato or an amoeba.

"what is this?"

Poetry and Wine picked up the little flag, and his eyebrow twitched slightly.

"It's a support flag."

Diamond Treasure clenched his fists and explained earnestly.

"I sewed it all night last night. The pattern represents my 'miracle'!"

"It looks like a potato."

Poetry and wine pointed out the facts without reservation.

"And it's the kind that's already sprouted."

"Ugh... that's just artistic license. It's a star, definitely a star."

Lingzuan Qibao puffed out her cheeks, but quickly put on a pleading expression, and said in a soft voice with her hands clasped together.

"Hey, Xiao Jiu, could you wave this in the stands during the match later?"

Poetry and Wine, seeing the flag that seemed utterly shameful, instinctively wanted to refuse it.

"……don't want."

"That's so embarrassing. People will think I'm an idiot."

"Please, I beg you. This is my lifelong request."

Diamond Treasure took a step closer, its light green eyes gazing at Poetry and Wine with a watery look.

"This is my source of strength. Just thinking about Xiao Jiu waving that potato-like... no, star-like flag in the stands gives me boundless energy."

She pitifully tugged at the sleeve of Poetry and Wine.

"Without this, I might have given up and couldn't keep running in the last few hundred meters because I was too lonely and scared..."

"Are you a baby who hasn't been weaned yet?"

Poetry and Wine felt helpless looking at her shameless attitude.

Even though they're a year older than me, sometimes I feel like I'm the older one.

She paused for two seconds, then sighed and carefully stuffed the ugly flag back into the paper bag. The black-haired girl moved with great care, as if afraid of breaking the flagpole.

"understood."

She lowered the brim of her hat, concealing her somewhat uneasy expression and her slightly trembling ears.

"I'll take it. But whether I wave it or not... depends on my mood."

"Yay! I knew Xiao Jiu was the best, I love you the most."

Diamond Treasure cheered happily, and the tension on her face seemed to dissipate a lot with this promise.

At this point, the on-site announcements began instructing participants to proceed to the check-in area.

"Ah... I have to go."

Diamond Treasure glanced in the direction of the broadcast, his expression becoming slightly more serious again, and his eyes becoming more determined.

She looked at the poetry and wine, and took a deep breath.

"Hey, Xiao Jiu."

"Ok?"

"Although everyone says I'm good at navigating Kyoto's slopes, I consider myself an ordinary person who's content as long as I can get through them..."

Lingzuan Qibao clenched her fists, her voice trembling slightly but remaining exceptionally clear.

"But I will try my best. As long as it's to meet your expectations, I feel I can run a little more than usual."

"I want you to see that even someone as ordinary as me can run to the very last moment for a certain goal."

In the noisy corner, the world was muted.

Diamond and Treasure gazed at the poetry and wine so close at hand.

His usually languid light green eyes were now as deep as a spring.

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips trembling as she reached towards the cheek of poetry and wine.

The distance is gradually decreasing.

Five centimeters, three centimeters, one centimeter...

She could even feel the cool temperature of the poetry and wine on her skin, and the breath that gently brushed against her fingertips.

Poetry and wine were not to be avoided.

She simply stood there quietly, her dark pupils reflecting the anxious face of the horse girl, her eyes showing no resistance but only indulgence.

However, at the very last moment before her fingertips touched her fair skin...

Diamond Treasure's fingers twitched slightly.

'Honestly, they were so carefree before...'

A hint of hesitation flashed in his light green eyes.

Why am I hesitating now…?