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

The group arrived at Treson's grass training field.

The midday sun was a bit too bright.

"Ready—Go!!"

With a whistle from Nanban, four figures rushed out simultaneously.

Although it was a mock competition, everyone took it very seriously.

The twin-turbocharged engine took the lead, charging ahead like a madman.

"This time I won't lose to the younger generation."

Poetry and wine ran in the middle of the procession, feeling the air currents around them.

Poetry drama and excellent qualities followed closely behind.

'Mid-game rhythm…'

Enter the straight road on the opposite side.

At this point, lactic acid begins to build up in the body, and breathing becomes heavy. Following the typical running style of most female runners, this is a good time to relax a little and adjust your breathing.

The twin-turbo engine ahead showed no signs of slowing down, and the blue silhouette acted as a decoy.

Although the outstanding people around me say "I can't do it anymore," their steps are unusually steady.

She held the inner passage firmly, like a piece of chewing gum that couldn't be shaken off.

And for some reason, her excellent qualities made Poetry and Wine, as well as the other female horses in the team, feel a sense of irritation.

"Now! Poetry and wine!"

Shouts from Nanban came from the sidelines.

Poetry and wine, take a deep breath.

She tried to forcefully change the landing frequency in the middle of the straight where she shouldn't have accelerated.

His previously steady pace suddenly became rapid.

The heart contracts sharply, pumping oxygen-rich blood into the limbs.

[Accelerate the pace] [Killer Melody]

The world went silent for a second.

The sound of the wind became sharp.

She was originally running on the outside of the excellent qualities, but at this moment, poetry and wine were like an arrow released from a bow, suddenly accelerating at a moment that no one expected.

"Huh?!"

With surprising grace, he watched as the black figure beside him instantly overtook him.

"Accelerate at this position?"

The presence of poetry and wine, transcending mere excellence, brings a powerful sense of pressure.

She quickly overtook everyone except the twin-turbo, heading straight for the twin-turbo at the front.

"Whoa! Junior, are you a monster?!"

Twin Turbo, seeing the shadow closing in so quickly, was so frightened that its tail almost stood on end.

"But I won't lose—"

Poetry and wine did not give her a chance to get entangled.

On the final straight before the third turn, she cut into the inside lane with absolute dominance, firmly establishing her lead.

"Huh...huh..."

After crossing the finish line, Shi and Jiu braced themselves on their knees, panting heavily.

Sweat trickled down his cheeks and dripped onto the grass.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 232 The Competition is About to Begin

"That last moment..."

He slowly ran over, handed her a towel, and his face showed genuine admiration.

"It really startled me. If this were the main competition, you probably would have thrown me off my rhythm for a split second..."

"As expected of my junior, although he almost surpassed me just now."

Twin Turbine, hands on hips, laughed loudly and walked over, giving Poetry and Wine a big pat on the back.

The poetry drama and the sounds of nature nearby also looked on with admiration at the poetry and wine.

Standing on the sidelines, Nanzaka watched Shi and Jiu surrounded by their teammates and put a checkmark in his notebook with satisfaction.

'Although there are still hidden health issues, her speed in mastering skills and her agility are truly impressive; perhaps she really can create a miracle.'

"Alright, now that training is over."

The poet, Dai Jian, pulled out a bag of carrot candy from somewhere.

"Let's all go get some ice cream! I have a coupon!"

"Oh! I want mint chocolate flavor!"

The twin turbos were the first to respond.

"Seriously... eating something cold right after a run..."

Although Ikuno Didos sighed, he still followed.

"Then I'll go with you."

With excellent qualities, he shrugged and looked at the bouncing twin-turbo engine with a helpless smile.

……

The battle that will determine the pinnacle of a generation, Tokyo Yujun, is down to its final forty-eight hours.

Tokyo was already getting hot in June.

The atmosphere at Treson Academy grew increasingly heated as Derby Day approached.

Countless gazes converged on the gates that would open in two days.

Lunch break, at the central canteen.

This is the busiest time of day.

The crisp sound of cutlery clattering together mingled with the laughter of girls gossiping.

Meanwhile, the school's radio was tirelessly broadcasting previews of the G1 matches.

It's a slightly deserted spot in the corner of the cafeteria, near the floor-to-ceiling window.

Poetry and wine, I sit here alone.

The plate in front of her was piled up like a small mountain.

The meal includes a large pork cutlet rice bowl, two soft-boiled eggs, a large bowl of pork gravy, and an extra pasta salad.

She ate quietly, her cheeks puffing out slightly with each movement.

The intense training this morning left Poetry and Wine extremely exhausted. To ensure a stable performance later on, they need to eat more.

Lifar stood quietly beside her.

The European horse girl crossed her arms, her gaze piercing through the glass as she silently stared at the scenery outside the window.

"Um...is this seat taken?"

A clear voice suddenly rang out from above.

Poetry and Wine: Her chopsticks, used to pick up food, paused for a moment in mid-air before she slowly raised her head.

What came into view was a pair of eyes that were as bright and clear as purple-gold glass, and were full of smiles.

It's Narita Road.

The class monitor, dressed in a neat purple and white summer uniform, had her long, smooth hair styled in a tidy manner.

She stood against the light, as if wearing a soft-focus filter, radiating a warm aura that made people want to get closer.

"...Nobody's here."

Poetry and Wine swallowed the food in their mouths and replied in a calm tone.

"Where's Qi Zi? Didn't she stay with you today?"

Narita glanced at the empty chair across the street and asked, somewhat surprised.

Although Poetry and Wine and Diamond Treasures weren't exactly inseparable, their close relationship was far beyond that of ordinary classmates in the eyes of their peers.

"She went to prepare for the Takarazuka memorial."

Poetry and Wine skillfully stretched out their feet, hooked the slightly worn training bag on the opposite chair, and gently moved it aside to make room.

"It is said that they have been conducting closed-door special training for character development these days."

Poetry and Wine's gaze flickered for a moment, then returned to calm.

"sit."

"That's great, thank you, Xiaojiu."

Narita gave a bright smile. Her golden tail swayed merrily from side to side in the air.

She put the plate down.

"I'm starting to eat."

After sitting down, Narita put his hands together, closed his eyes, and whispered a sentence.

However, she did not pick up her chopsticks after the ceremony.

She rested her chin on her hand, her purplish-gold eyes slightly curved, her gaze gentle as she quietly watched Shi Yu Jiu eat.

Poetry and Wine took a bite of the pork chop and felt the gaze upon them.

He ate another bite of rice, his eyes still fixed on the food.

"?"

Poetry and wine finally stopped what they were doing and tilted their heads in confusion.

The confused black cat still had food in its mouth that it hadn't swallowed.

Narita simply smiled faintly and offered no explanation.

She looked at the excellent appetite she had for poetry and wine, and a hint of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

There was a time when, on the eve of a major competition, she would desperately stuff a mouthful of rice into her mouth in order to run just one more meter.

This single-minded focus on the goal is what makes Uma Musume so dazzling.

"You have a good appetite."

Narita sighed softly.

"It seems that his physical condition has been perfectly adjusted for the Japanese derby the day after tomorrow?"

"That's it."

Poetry and wine felt a little uncomfortable under such direct scrutiny, and subconsciously moved their rice bowls back a bit.

"Although my body hasn't fully recovered yet, Nansaka... overreacted a little."

She muttered something under her breath.

Narita smiled upon hearing this.

"Would you like anything else to eat? If you don't mind, you can have half of my chicken cutlet."

"no need."

Poetry and Wine shook their heads, avoiding each other's gaze.

"I was just hungry."