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

Narita looked at the girl in front of him, who seemed a little flustered because of a word of concern, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

'If this were when she first enrolled, she'd probably be carrying her plate and moving to a different seat by now...'

"Hey, Xiao Jiu."

Narita suddenly spoke up.

"Ok?"

Hearing this, the black horse girl raised her head in confusion, a grain of half-cooked rice and a little sauce still stuck to the corner of her mouth.

The blonde girl paused for a moment.

Looking at the puzzled poetry and wine, Narita suddenly remembered himself during his classic triple crown era.

"Really..."

Narita chuckled helplessly.

"How can you still act like a child at a time like this?"

The body reacts before the brain.

She very naturally pulled a neatly folded handkerchief from her pocket, then leaned over and crossed the center line of the dining table.

"Well……"

The moment the handkerchief touched the corner of her mouth, Poetry and Wine stiffened, and the pair of black horse ears on her head turned back.

'Has our relationship gotten that good?'

The thought flashed through the mind of poetry and wine.

"All right."

Narita Road withdrew his hand.

The warmth of the other person's lips still lingered on my fingertips.

She looked down at the trace of sauce on the handkerchief, a hint of regret in her eyes.

This distance... is within reach.

Why would I envy Kiko...?

"Actually, I've been thinking for the past two days about what kind of message I should send you."

Dark Meteor: Chapter 233 Pre-Match

Narita refolded the handkerchief and lowered his voice.

"I originally wanted to give you a lot of advice about the Tokyo circuit. For example, the wind direction at the second corner, the pace on the ramps, and how to allocate your energy on the final straight..."

She paused, looked up, and while her face still held a gentle smile, she appeared somewhat forlorn.

"But seeing how hard you've been training these past few days, I suddenly realize that any advice I give seems superfluous."

"and……"

She gripped the hem of her skirt with slightly increased force, her knuckles turning white.

"I lost my Japanese derby."

She let out a sigh.

"What right does a loser have to teach an undefeated double crown horse girl?"

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine put down their chopsticks.

"That's not the case."

The black-haired girl wanted to retort, but the words caught in her throat.

Narita shook his head, interrupting her.

She took a deep breath, suppressing all the bitter emotions welling up in her chest.

"I will go to the match the day after tomorrow to watch it live."

The golden-haired class monitor raised her head again, her tone becoming serious, and her expression turning optimistic.

"Although I can no longer stand inside the gate, nor run with you on the grass, I will watch you from elsewhere as a spectator."

"I know how terrifying the Derby stage is. It brings together 18 of the most iconic and classic horse girls of this generation..."

At this point, Narita unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt with her hands on her knees.

"But, if it were you..."

The purple-gold pupils of Narita Road clearly reflect the figures of poetry and wine.

You can definitely do it.

"Go see the scenery, carrying your own dreams and the hopes of those who couldn't reach that place."

Poetry and Wine were taken aback by what they heard.

After a brief silence.

"it is good."

Poetry and Wine put down their cutlery and sat up straight, a serious look appearing in their dark eyes.

"I will win."

She looked into Naritaji's eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Although I can't make up for your derby, I will take this victory for you as well."

Consider this a token of my hope for you.

Upon hearing this, Narita's eyes widened slightly, and then her cheeks flushed crimson at a visible speed.

"Ugh..."

She hurriedly looked away, picked up the soup bowl as if to cover her face, and hid half of her face.

"Um...that's not what I meant...don't make it sound so serious..."

Although she said that, she couldn't hide the smile that was overflowing from the corners of her eyes and brows.

"But I'm really looking forward to it!"

The atmosphere between the two returned to calm.

Despite being drunk and consuming poetry, Rifar remained standing quietly, watching the scene without offering any comment.

"By the way, Xiao Jiu."

After calming down a bit, Narita seemed to suddenly remember something, put down the soup bowl, and took out a small brocade pouch from the bag next to him.

It is an amulet embroidered with golden cherry blossom patterns.

"I went to ask for this specifically yesterday."

Naritaji placed the amulet in his palm and handed it to Shiyujiu.

"Although you're the type who believes in skill above all else, on a big stage watched by tens of thousands of people, it's always good to have a bit more luck, right?"

She looked at the poetry and wine, her eyes flickering, as if she were recalling something from the past.

"Keep it close to your body, like...like the one for New Year's."

Poetry and Wine looked at the amulet, which still carried the warmth of the blonde girl's body, and said nothing more.

She reached out, her fingertips touching Naritaji's palm, and then gently grasped the amulet.

"Thank you."

Poetry and wine spoke softly.

She carefully placed the amulet into her pocket and then gently patted it through the fabric.

"I will take it with me."

Seeing this, Naritaji felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Alright, I need to eat quickly too."

She patted her cheeks, regaining her usual energetic smile.

"Although I've retired, as a member of the academy, I still need to help everyone check the track condition this afternoon to make sure there are no small stones on the track."

She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat the slightly cold vegetables, trying to dispel the brief moment of sadness she had just experienced.

"Let's cheer each other on, Xiao Jiu!"

"Ah."

……

Two days later.

Tokyo Racecourse.

This is due to the impact of the heavy rains of the past few days.

The humidity in the air was alarmingly high, thick clouds hung low over the Tokyo Racecourse, and the grass was in appalling condition.

Tens of thousands of people.

This is the number of visitors who flocked to the building today.

The stands were submerged in a sea of ​​color, with countless banners and flags billowing in the heat.

All eyes were focused on the lush green grass.

Because today is the Japanese derby.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for every Japanese horse racer.

The VIP room at Tokyo Racecourse.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows blocked out the deafening noise from the outside world and kept out the sweltering summer air.

The air conditioner was running quietly, sending out a cool breeze.

"Wow~ Is this the kind of excitement that comes with watching the derby? No matter how many times I watch it, it feels like I'm back on the most exciting night of the prom."

An enthusiastic voice broke the silence of the room.

The speaker was a tall, beautiful racehorse girl.

She had chestnut-colored curly hair, the ends of which bounced as she turned around.

With excitement gleaming in his azure eyes, Maru Zenki stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cup of black tea in his hand, overlooking the bustling crowd below.

Today she specially wore a uniquely tasteful outfit.

A retro-style coat with shoulder pads, paired with a brightly colored silk scarf.

Although it might seem a bit outdated and old-fashioned to young women today, it somehow gives off a cool and stylish vibe when worn by her.

"Maruzen."

Another female horse racer sitting on the sofa sighed helplessly and put down the form in her hand.

She had long, dark brown hair, and a white highlight on her forehead, shaped like a crescent moon, stood out under the light.

His posture and expression both exuded extreme authority.

Rudolf spoke with a sense of helplessness.

“I know you’re excited, but could you please stop using such strange, obscure terms to describe the scene? It’s making the air in this VIP room feel stale.”

Rudolf symbolizes picking up a teacup with elegant movements, but his words are anything but polite.

"How utterly clueless Rudolf is."

Maruzensky was not discouraged at all. Instead, he turned around with a grin, his chestnut tail swaying rhythmically behind him.

"This is called retro fashion, you know? Kids these days really like retro style—probably?"

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