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

As the videotapes were replaced one by one, the light outside the window gradually changed from bright golden yellow to crimson as time went by.

For some reason, none of the other members of the Old Man Star team came to the activity room today.

The only sound in the activity room was the hum of the projector running.

Poetry and wine did not speak, nor did they even change their posture.

The girl's dark pupils reflected images on the screen that had long since become history.

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After some time.

"Alright, that's all for today."

Nansaka's voice broke the silence in the room.

He pressed the stop button, the static on the screen flickered for a moment, and then went dark.

"If you keep looking, your eyes will break down before your legs."

Poetry and Wine blinked his dry eyes, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long breath.

As the body relaxed, the black tail that had been hanging stiffly behind him also softened and weakly swept across the chair surface.

"Can you really win by running away...?"

She rubbed her temples and said in a hoarse voice.

"You can try to go first if you want, but running away isn't without a chance of success."

While tidying up the documents on the table, Nanzaka spoke in a relaxed tone.

"I recommend the running method that involves going forward first, as the running method that involves running to escape puts too much strain on your body."

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine paused, instinctively reaching for their chests again.

But a second before touching the fabric, she abruptly stopped and casually adjusted her collar.

"I will win."

She stood up and grabbed her gym bag, which was placed to the side.

See you tomorrow, Minamisaka.

"Okay, go back and get some rest. Remember, no extra training."

Nanban watched as the girl's tall but slightly thin figure disappeared through the doorway.

His gaze darkened slightly.

The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight pierced the room through the gap in the curtains, which were not fully drawn.

Poetry and Wine, lying in bed, opened their eyes right on time.

I heard the chirping of some unknown birds outside the window.

"...Tsk."

Poetry and Wine frowned and sat up in bed.

She instinctively pressed her chest; her heart condition didn't seem to have improved today.

Rifar appeared from mid-air behind him.

The black-haired ghost floated over with a worried expression, reaching out a semi-transparent hand as if to help her catch her breath, but it could only pass through her body in vain.

"fine."

Poetry and wine spoke softly.

"It's just that we haven't warmed up yet."

She nimbly got out of bed, washed up, and changed into a red and white tracksuit.

Standing in front of the mirror, Shi Yu Jiu gave himself a final check-up.

The girl in the mirror, with black hair and black eyes, had a cold expression, with a tuft of white highlights hanging down her forehead.

She adjusted the angle of the horse ears on her head in front of the mirror to make sure they looked energetic enough before turning around and pushing open the door.

After walking through the streets of Treson Academy and finishing breakfast, Poetry and Wine quickly arrived at the activity room of Old Man Star.

Before they even reached the door, Poetry and Wine could already hear the commotion coming from inside.

"So, I'm definitely going to go full speed ahead in today's simulation! Full speed ahead! My turbo engine is itching to start!"

"Yesterday, my junior watched TV all day by himself and I couldn't help him because of the physical test. Today, let's see how I do."

The blue-haired racehorse girl with twin tails was spinning around the room like a top.

"No, based on yesterday's physical test data, Turbo, you're not even as good as a freshman like Ma Niang, let alone when you first retired."

"Sendis, why are you talking nonsense again!"

"Don't call me Sheng Dis!"

"Huh? But the weather is so nice today... Ah! My hair clip fell into the sofa cushions, what should I do, Koshin? I just bought it yesterday."

Then came the sound of something being rummaged through.

"Clang."

"Oh no, my hat has split open again!"

"Hehe... These chaotic notes are the most beautiful prelude to the 'everyday' movement. Don't you think so? Even the wind outside the window is providing our accompaniment."

Poetry and Wine stood at the door, their hands on the doorknob, and took a deep breath.

"Click".

The door was pushed open, and Shi Yu Jiu walked in with a helpless expression.

"...That's why I said that turbo-style running would definitely cause you to go off the track at the second corner of the Tokyo Racecourse."

"Stop being so verbose, that's what makes it cool. Whoosh—you dash forward, and then thud—leave everyone behind! That's what you call a 'great escape'! Right, junior! You think so too, right!"

A blue afterimage crashed directly in front of her.

His twin-turbo-colored eyes gleamed with excitement.

She put her hands on her hips, looked up at the poetry and wine that were much taller than her, and acted as if she were a senior.

"You're here, junior. Minamisaka said he'd be giving you some guidance during practice today."

The energetic runaway horse girl was almost touching Poetry and Wine's nose, her blue tail swirling wildly behind her, the wind it created even ruffling Poetry and Wine's bangs.

"...Too close."

Poetry and Wine expressionlessly extended a finger, pressed it against Twin Turbine's forehead, and pushed the blue-haired horse girl, whose meaning was unclear, half a meter away.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 231 The Last Days Before the Derby

"And there are still two weeks until the derby."

"Wow, that's so cold. Is this how you treat your senior? That look just now was definitely disgust."

Twin Turbine covered his forehead and exaggeratedly took a few steps back, bumping right into the reddish-brown-haired girl who was mending something on the sofa.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... Hey little turbo, can you be a little quieter?"

The speaker possesses excellent qualities.

She was holding a needle and thread, skillfully mending the hat for the poetic drama.

With a sigh, the man with excellent qualities looked at Poetry and Wine with a hint of helplessness in his gray eyes.

Good morning, poetry and wine.

“We went for physical tests yesterday, so you couldn’t see us. Minamisaka even messaged me to bring breakfast over.”

"Don't mind me, I've been really upset since yesterday's physical test when I was crushed by Sakura Jin-oh... even though we're both retired."

"Sigh, someone like me who always barely makes it into the big prize pools probably will never understand the troubles of protagonists like you."

"Isn't it supposed to be third among all the Hui people?"

"Little Turbo, don't force me to tell you about your crushing defeat yesterday!"

Despite saying discouraging things, she still managed to grab a rice ball from the basket next to her and hand it over.

"Hey, have you had breakfast yet?"

"This was just made, with dried plums added. It's not anything fancy, but it'll do."

"Thank you."

Although they had already eaten breakfast, Poetry and Wine still accepted the rice ball.

"Alright, now that everyone's here."

The door to the activity room opened again, and Nanzaka walked out. He was holding a cup of instant coffee, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes.

His gaze swept over the team members with their distinct personalities, finally settling on Poetry and Wine.

"Just like Turbo was saying, today's training was definitely different."

Nanban walked to the whiteboard, picked up a pen, and wrote down a word.

【テンポアップ(speed up the pace)】

"Poetry and Wine, I watched your race video repeatedly last night. In the 2400-meter middle-distance race, we may need to make some changes to the details of our running technique."

Nanban's voice became more serious.

"The key to the Tokyo race is the 'mid-game,' which is the distance from the straightaway to the third corner. Most female racers will choose to conserve their energy here and wait for the final push. But you can't."

“You are a runaway horse. If you slow down here, the herd behind you will swallow you up without mercy.”

"So you need to learn a new technique and try to finish the race using the previous running method."

At this moment, Wan Laizhengming, who had been sitting on the windowsill with his eyes closed, gently plucked the strings of his violin, producing a tremolo.

"It's a variation on a musical movement."

The artist, whose purpose was unclear, opened his blue eyes, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"In the gentle andante, a sudden cut to the exciting allegro takes a good position."

"Yes."

Nanzaka nodded.

"We call it—Killer Melody."

"Killer...Melody?"

As he pondered the word "poetry and wine," his brow furrowed slightly.

"Simply put, it means that in the middle of the game, when everyone is in a cruising state, you make a subtle acceleration by adjusting your breathing and stride frequency."

Nanban drew a wavy line on the whiteboard with a red pen.

"Raise your pace. Before your opponent can react, forcefully lock yourself in at the forefront of the main force and further increase the safe distance."

"This will not only give you a significant advantage when entering the third corner, but also disrupt the rhythm of the horses behind you and make them anxious."

"That sounds difficult."

With excellent qualities, he snapped the thread, tossed the sewn hat to the poetry drama, and interjected.

"The mid-game is the most difficult time. You have to maintain speed and conserve stamina... Well, you can have Turbo teach you this technique later. After all, Turbo is a runaway horse girl who has won a big prize championship."

"You'd probably have a hard time figuring it out on your own through practice."

That's why special training is needed.

Nanban smiled gently.

"Today's training content: with the full cooperation of the Canopus team, we will help you find the rhythm points of the killer melody on the simulated track."

"Let Twin Turbo teach you some uphill techniques while we're at it."

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