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

He then took out a work jacket.

This won't work either.

'Since it's... a date...'

Even just thinking about that word makes my heart race again.

She rummaged through the deepest part of the wardrobe for a while and finally pulled out a piece of clothing that had a decent design.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 223 The Date

What was taken out was a dark gray shirt with a faux two-piece design, and the collar was decorated with an asymmetrical silver chain.

I think I bought this after being recommended by a hot girl named Taitaku Sun God at a clothing store next to the academy.

There were too many people at the time, so Shi Yu Jiu didn't dare say anything and just paid the bill.

Poetry and Wine stared at the chained shirt for a while, then finally shook their heads and put it back in the closet.

That's too extravagant.

She searched through the wardrobe again.

Since you want to dress nicely, you can't be too casual.

Poetry and wine ultimately settled on a pairing with a more classical feel.

A well-made white collared shirt with a thin black ribbon tied at the collar; layered over it is a dark gray V-neck knit vest, with a slim fit, giving it a clean and neat look.

As for the lower body...

She hesitated for a moment, then took out a dark plaid pleated skirt, just knee-length. She paired it with black knee-high socks and small leather shoes.

This outfit was bought by Maruzensky when he came to celebrate poetry and sake after the Satsuki Sho.

'This should be considered good-looking, right?'

Poetry and Wine hung the clothes by the bedside, took two steps back and examined them closely.

Skirts...

Although I rarely wear this, since it's a date... it's not bad to wear it once in a while.

The black-haired girl's worries.

'What should I wear tomorrow? Since she already said that…'

"...That's fine then."

She muttered to herself, trying to convince herself that she didn't really care.

"I just don't want to lose to that day."

Rifar walked over from beside him.

She circled the outfit, nodded in satisfaction, and even gave a thumbs-up.

This outfit has a distinctly British vibe, reminding her of her racing days in England.

She was elegant and poised, perfectly embodying the image of her daughter in her mind.

However, when her gaze fell on the silver meteor hair accessory on the table, and she thought about who this carefully chosen outfit was for tomorrow, she realized...

Lifar's mood instantly soured.

She walked up to the poetry and wine, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Although his blurry face lacked facial features, he exuded a depressed and unhappy aura.

She pointed to the pretty dress, then to the door, and then made a heartbroken gesture.

Finally, he even turned his back to the corner of the wall like a sulking child.

Seeing her like this, Poetry and Wine felt a sense of relief, even though they were initially a little nervous.

"...Stop being stubborn."

The black-haired girl reached out her hand.

Although it couldn't touch the physical body, it still made a soothing gesture, patting Rifar's back in the void, as if coaxing a child.

"I'm just going shopping, it's not like I'm not coming back."

Poetry and Wine sat on the edge of the bed, watching the figure still drawing circles in the corner of the wall, a slight smile playing on their lips.

"And... that's the horse girl who won G1, not some weirdo. You saw it too, she ran really hard."

Lifar turned around and gave her a resentful look.

"Okay."

Poetry and Wine smiled helplessly, a hint of weariness on their faces.

She closed the wardrobe door, turned around, and crawled into bed.

"Go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow."

Lifar sighed.

Although she was still somewhat reluctant, seeing the faint blue in Shi Yujiu's eyes, she floated back and, as usual, stood guard by the bedside, blocking the moonlight streaming in from the window for her.

The breathing sounds in the room gradually calmed down.

……

9:50 a.m. the next day

The morning sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

Although it was a day off, you could still see many girls wearing sportswear going for their morning exercise on campus.

Poetry and wine stand under the shade of a large tree.

She's wearing the outfit she chose last night.

A white shirt paired with a dark gray knitted vest, and a plaid pleated skirt that sways gently in the breeze.

Her long, slender legs were encased in black knee-high socks, and she stood ramrod straight.

Her black hair, streaked with white, cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, and a silver meteor hair accessory shone brightly in the sunlight near her left ear.

Because of the need for a more authentic style, the white highlights in Shi and Jiu's hair have increased significantly compared to the beginning.

She raised her wrist and looked at her watch.

9 points.

Ten minutes left.

"Did we arrive too early?"

Poetry and Wine tugged at her skirt somewhat awkwardly.

After all, I rarely wear skirts, and I always feel a chill on my legs.

The pleated skirt I wore this time was a little shorter than the one I wore when I went out with Narita and the others before.

Lifar, who was standing nearby, was hiding in the deepest part of the shade of the trees, arms crossed, staring seriously at everyone who passed by.

Just then.

"—Little wine!!"

A vibrant voice came from not far away.

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine immediately turned around and looked in the direction from which the sound came. A silver-gray figure was running towards them.

Today, Diamond Baby wore a light yellow long dress with a beige knitted cardigan over it and a pair of clean little leather shoes.

Her usually messy, silver-gray long hair was carefully braided into a side braid today, adorned with several small hair accessories.

She looks gentle and bright, radiating a soft aura that is hard to look away from.

Diamond Treasure is, after all, a horse girl described as "a leisurely, comfortable, and healing horse girl".

"Phew...phew...I made it!"

Diamond Treasure ran all the way to Poetry and Wine, stopped, slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed from running.

She raised her head, and when she saw what Shi Yujiu was dressed for today, her light green eyes widened instantly.

"Wow, a little wine."

Lingzuan Qibao covered her mouth in surprise, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Shi Yujiu and her long legs, from the ribbon at her neckline to the hem of her skirt.

"This outfit... is so beautiful! It exudes such elegance, like... like a young lady from a secluded family who stepped out of a book."

Poetry and Wine looked at the stray horse in front of them, who seemed to have become a different person, and felt a tightness in their throats.

The words "You're quite pretty too" lingered on his lips, but ultimately he awkwardly looked away.

"You're acting differently than usual."

She instinctively tried to pull down the brim of her hat, but realized she hadn't worn one to match her outfit, so she awkwardly scratched her hair in mid-air.

"Didn't we say... to dress cutely? This is... acceptable, right?"

"really?"

Diamond Baby happily twirled around, her yellow skirt billowing in the wind.

"Great! I was worried it might be too flashy... I asked Duantong-chan to help me pick this out for a long time."

She took a step closer, her body carrying a faint scent of shampoo.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 224 Really

"Then, shall we go?"

Diamond Treasure naturally reached out her hand, but then stopped in mid-air.

She looked up at the poetry and wine, her eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation.

"Can we...hold hands?"

Poetry and wine look at that hand.

She glanced again at the resentful look in Lifar's eyes from the shade of the tree next to her.

She sighed softly, her cheeks flushed slightly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"…as you like."

Poetry and wine reached out and gently grasped the long-awaited hand.

……

Although it was a weekend morning, the shopping street wasn't too crowded because it was still early.

The two walked hand in hand down the street.

Poetry and Wine's British-style attire attracted the attention of many passersby.

Diamond Treasure seemed to enjoy having poetry and wine by her side. She slightly shook the hand that was being held, her face beaming with an undisguised smile, while her other hand pulled out a densely written memo from her pocket.

"Hey, Xiao Jiu."

The diamond-cut treasure moved closer mysteriously, and a faint scent of shampoo wafted over.

"Actually, I consulted an expert yesterday specifically for today's event."

"expert?"

Poetry and Wine raised an eyebrow.

"If you're referring to those few female students in your class, then forget it."

"No, it's the Fiery Steed."

"Diamond Treasure said earnestly."

"Although Duan Tong-chan usually seems to go with the flow, she actually knows a lot of strategies."

"At first I thought I'd just hang out in the shopping street, but then I thought it would be too boring."