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

"Let's forge ahead together, with poetry and wine."

She didn't turn around, but simply waved her hand high in the air with her back to the poetry and wine.

That tall figure stood like an unyielding flag in the setting sun.

"I still have a ton of student council work to finish, so don't just stand there daydreaming. Remember to go to the infirmary for a check-up later."

Poetry and wine remain in the same place.

Standing motionless, she stared blankly at the receding figure, lost in thought.

The setting sun cast Rudolf's shadow long, stretching all the way to the feet of poetry and wine.

It was a long time before she came to her senses, until the figure had completely disappeared from sight.

Poetry and Wine gently shook their heads and took a deep breath.

Then I etched that image, along with the warmth of the sunset, deep into my mind.

'Baijun...how lucky you are. '

She silently repeated it to herself.

After bidding farewell to Rudolf, Poetry and Wine turned and headed towards the locker room.

The enclosed space was filled with a faint smell of medicinal spray.

She took off her training clothes and took a quick shower.

She changed back into her neat Tresson College uniform.

A purple and white shirt paired with a matching pleated skirt of just the right length.

After straightening her collar, she picked up her bag and headed towards the medical room on the first floor of the administration building.

Pushing open the door to the infirmary, a reassuring smell of disinfectant mixed with cool air wafted out.

The room was spacious and bright, with various sophisticated medical instruments neatly arranged, and several doctors in white coats waiting inside.

"Ah, it must be Poetry and Wine classmate."

The leader was an elderly doctor with graying temples and a kind face.

He smiled, pushed up his glasses, and gently closed the folder in his hand.

"President Rudolf has already given instructions."

"Come on, we're going to begin a series of meticulous checks, starting with the basic data and the determination of the degree of standardization."

He waved his hand, and several assistants immediately stepped forward and turned on the equipment.

"Lie down on that bed first."

Poetry and Wine nodded, obediently walked to the examination bed covered with a clean white sheet, took off their shoes, and lay down.

A cool, miniature instrument was placed against the chest.

Next came a bunch of patch-like sensors, which the doctors skillfully attached to her neck, wrists, and ankles.

"Relax, don't be nervous."

Poetry and wine: I close my eyes and adjust my breathing.

All I could hear were the regular "beep, beep" sounds from the instruments and the soft rustling of doctors recording data.

About three minutes later.

"All right."

The old doctor glanced at the stabilizing waveform on the screen and nodded in satisfaction.

The assistants stepped forward and removed the instruments one by one.

"The data collection for the full-scale analysis is complete. You can pick up the analysis report at the infirmary once it's ready."

The old doctor smiled and said this, then waved to the male doctors behind him.

"The following inspection involves privacy, so we'll step aside for now."

As they spoke, they walked out of the inner room, closing the curtain and door behind them.

Only poetry and wine remained in the room.

And a young female doctor with neat short hair and a smile on her lips.

"Poetry and Wine, next we will test your whole-body bone density and the degree of muscle fiber training."

The female doctor picked up a handheld scanner and glanced at Poetry and Wine.

She said it in a relaxed tone.

"Now, take off your clothes."

"...Eh?!"

A look of disbelief appeared on Shi Yujiu's face, which was as cold as an iceberg.

She instinctively clutched her collar, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"Don't overthink it. This is a necessary condition for checking bone and muscle lines. Scanning through clothing will result in errors."

The female doctor looked at Shi Yujiu's wary expression with a hint of teasing in her eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't worry, I'm not a quack like An Xinze Cici Mei who just randomly sticks needles in.

"There's no one else here, hurry up, let's finish the checkup sooner so we can go eat."

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine bit their lips.

Although she felt ashamed, it was a legitimate test after all, so she had no choice but to compromise.

She took a deep breath, sat up in bed, and her fingers stiffly touched her shirt.

New Student: Chapter 26, Let Me See (Third Update)

"Click".

With a slight rustling sound as the clothes rubbed together, they were gradually removed.

After the uniform was completely removed.

The skin of poetry and wine gleamed under the lamplight with a cool sheen like the finest mutton fat jade.

The shoulder lines are straight and graceful.

Her collarbones were clearly defined, like two delicate crescent moons, converging into a subtle shadow at the base of her neck.

The gaze follows the smooth curves of that body downwards—

Her flat stomach was covered with an unusually tight layer of muscles.

The abdominal muscles are not exaggerated, but they have a texture that flows like water.

With her slightly rapid breathing, her muscles and fair skin rose and fell together, revealing an amazing elasticity and resilience.

'This is so troublesome.'

She turned slightly to the side, her hands awkwardly covering her slightly fuller chest.

Keep your back straight.

The butterfly-shaped bone structure resembles two folded wings.

As the movement drew out an elegant cleavage, it extended downwards into the edge of the remaining black cotton clothing.

The air in the infirmary was a bit cool.

A cold wind blew by, and a layer of fine goosebumps involuntarily rose on Shi Yujiu's porcelain-white skin.

Shame made her body temperature rise, and her originally fair skin began to show a faint, alluring pink.

Let's end this pointless testing already.

The contrast between the delicate beauty of a young girl and the powerful capabilities of a racehorse girl is amplified to the extreme at this moment.

Poetry and wine exude a pure beauty that is captivating.

"Hmm... what a beautiful body."

The female doctor let out a heartfelt exclamation of admiration.

Without any further words, he immediately took out his device and began scanning her.

The cool probe glided across the warm skin, emitting a faint electrical hum.

From the cervical spine, to the back, and then to the lumbar spine.

Finally, the lower limbs were examined.

The female doctor paused abruptly as the scanner slid over Poetry and Wine's calves.

"Hehe."

A pair of legs that can be described as perfect.

His Achilles tendon is long and slender, and the curve of his calf is like a crescent moon. His muscle lines are smooth and do not appear bulky at all.

As if by some strange twist of fate, the female doctor reached out her hand.

Her fingertips gently glided over the smooth, delicate skin of her calf, then she gently pinched it.

It has an excellent feel, like a sponge wrapped in fine silk.

"Ok?"

Poetry and wine trembled violently.

She was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; her eyes immediately became alert.

A cold gaze was fixed on the doctor.

"Is this also a necessary step in the inspection?"

Her voice carried a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.

The doctor wasn't flustered when he was caught; instead, he just smiled and withdrew his hand.

She answered calmly.

“I was going to make up an excuse and say it was palpation, but since you asked, it proves that it wasn’t.”

She deftly packed up the equipment and shrugged without a trace of guilt.

"I'm sorry, but classmate, your calves are just so beautiful, the lines are so perfect like a work of art, I couldn't help but touch them."

"..."

Poetry and Wine's eyes twitched slightly.

'Tracey Academy is full of extraordinary people.'

Poetry and wine fell silent.

He simply grabbed the clothes next to him at the fastest speed he had ever done and haphazardly put them on.

Her fingers flew swiftly to tie the bow on her chest, and poetry and wine once again enveloped her in a captivating and evocative scene.

"Click".

The door was opened.

The older doctor and the male doctors who had been avoiding us returned after hearing the announcement that the examination was complete.

They were unaware of the eerie atmosphere in the room, and simply organized the printed data sheets.

"Alright, all the checks are finished."

The elderly chief physician smiled and handed a receipt to Poetry and Wine.

"Thank you for your hard work. You can go now. Remember to come to the clinic next week to pick up your official medical report."

"OK, thanks."

Poetry and Wine nodded politely.

She walked much faster than usual, as if some ferocious beast was behind her.