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

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She walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"But then again..."

Maruzensky's joking expression disappeared.

Her gaze fell on a name circled in red on the form.

[No. 2: Poetry and Wine]

"Poetry and wine... Although she said it was no problem, this is 2400 meters."

Maruzensky frowned slightly and said with concern.

"And this is happening at the Tokyo Racecourse..."

"Not only that."

Rudolf put down his teacup, crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, his purple eyes gleaming sharply.

"This time, the opponents are not the same lineup as during the Satsuki Sho."

She pointed to the form with her finger.

"A new universe. Another rising star who narrowly lost to poetry and sake at the Satsuki Sho."

“I saw at the training ground that she had changed her tactics specifically for this track, and her Italian trainer had also given her special training for this race.”

"And there are also the desert heroes who performed exceptionally well in the Aoba Awards."

"Her growth curve is terrifying; these kinds of rookies are often the most dangerous ambushers in long-distance races."

"In addition to Sakura, Lincoln, Fengying... none of these 18 people are here to play a supporting role."

Rudolf symbolizes the deep, resonant sound of the deduction.

He was the mentor who discovered her talent for poetry and wine, and the benefactor who paid a huge sum of money for her medical expenses.

Her interest in poetry and wine was no less than her interest in the little chestnut hat.

The student council president still remembered the girl's talent for tearing everything apart on the mud training field.

"Oh dear, don't make it sound so scary."

Maruzensky waved his hand, trying to dispel the heavy atmosphere in the air.

“Our Wine-chan is the first ‘Black Meteor’ to win the championship! And…”

She pointed to her eyes, a sly smile on her face.

"Whether it's me or you, wasn't it precisely because you saw the qualities in that child that you were attracted?"

Rudolf paused for a moment, then a very faint smile appeared on his lips.

"really."

"Poetry and wine...she's the kind of person who would burn herself out to meet expectations."

Rudolph symbolically stood up and walked to the French windows.

Below, a huge electronic screen began playing footage of the athletes entering the stadium.

"That's why we have to stay here and watch."

The voice symbolized by Rudolf became solemn.

She watched the black-haired figure slowly emerge from the underground passage, her eyes filled with hope.

"What I crave is to be the second person in history after myself."

In the stands at Tokyo Racecourse.

The air seemed to be on fire.

The June sun shone down without any obstruction, mingling with the enthusiasm of tens of thousands of spectators.

The enormous stands resembled a boiling volcano, with countless colorful support fans, banners, and telescopes undulating in the heat.

Just then, the march playing on the radio suddenly became more stirring.

Eighteen racehorse girls dressed in gorgeous final outfits began their final entrance parade.

In the front row of the audience, several middle-aged spectators, their faces flushed and clutching crumpled newspapers, were huddled by the railing, arguing heatedly with spittle flying everywhere.

"Hey, look over there. Those muscles... isn't that a Lincoln?"

A middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap pointed at a slender racehorse girl in the distance, so excited that he spilled the tea in his hand.

"No wonder she's a rising star horse girl chosen by a genius trainer."

"Huh? What's the use of just having muscles?"

His companion, with a towel around his neck, retorted dismissively.

"Derby is all about stamina, you know what stamina is. To be frank, I'm more optimistic about Fengying in the 2400m mid-range race."

The debate continued.

In the audience seats a little further back, a few audience members who looked like college students were also having a lively discussion.

"Hmm, I still have more faith in the new universe."

One of them pushed up his glasses.

"He only lost slightly at the Satsuki Sho, but he seems to be in much better shape this time."

"After all, it's for revenge."

His companion said in a low voice.

"I heard that her foreign trainer devised a strategy specifically for the Tokyo circuit, so there's no doubt she's the favorite to win this race."

"Don't forget the desert heroes over there."

Another person who had been staring at the binoculars chimed in.

"Qingye Shang's victory was no accident. Although she is not as popular as the previous monsters, I am more optimistic about her."

Just then, all the noise went into a brief vacuum.

The camera on the big screen switched to the figure at the front of the queue, at gate number 2.

The originally chaotic noise converged into a single name at this moment.

"Poetry and wine!"

A black-haired girl walked on the grass, her black victory dress fluttering in the wind under the gloomy sky.

She walked with a blank expression, her black horse ears standing up warily, and a white highlight on her forehead fluttering in the wind, giving her an extremely cold and aloof air.

"Is that Satsuki Shonuma Musume, who has a chance to win three consecutive undefeated championships?"

In the audience, a young girl who was attending the event for the first time covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock.

"So handsome..."

"Hmph, that's Rudolph's promising young talent, little girl."

A seasoned spectator nearby looked at the black figure with a complicated expression.

"If she also wins the derby at Tokyo Racecourse by 'escaping'... do you know what that means?"

The old man's voice trembled slightly.

"That means she would have to face seventeen hungry beasts chasing her alone on a long 525-meter straight stretch. It was a true 'lone trail'."

"but……"

The old man paused, looking into the black eyes that conveyed a chill even through the screen, a chill that could be felt from the poetry and wine.

"If she can really do it, then we will have a new undefeated double crown horse girl."

The roar erupted once again.

Whether you're optimistic about poetry and wine, or skeptical; whether you're hoping for a new universe or for Sakura to complete her revenge, or simply hoping for a dark horse to emerge.

At this moment, all emotions transformed into a thunderous roar that shook the earth.

The exit of the underground passage.

At the boundary between light and shadow, the air seemed to freeze.

The desert hero stopped in his tracks.

Her slender fingers rested on the bridge of her nose as she slowly removed the black-rimmed glasses she never took off.

She took out a glasses cloth from her pocket and gently wiped the lenses.

Without the correction of her glasses, the noisy world around her became blurry and bizarre in her eyes.

But even in the blurry vision, the track was still frighteningly clear.

She put her glasses back on and adjusted the frames.

The literary girl's blue eyes suddenly blazed with intense light.

She took a deep breath, and the black braid on her chest rose and fell slightly with her breath.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 235 - Slightly Weak Condition

Even the most ordinary person can become a hero if they overcome seemingly impossible trials.

The desert hero raised his head, his gaze passing over the noisy crowd, and precisely locked onto a black figure not far away who was resting with his eyes closed.

Poetry and wine.

He is seen as the "Demon King" by the people of this generation.

It is also a high wall that she must overcome.

'It's not only those born with dazzling talent who are qualified to be the protagonist.'

The desert hero clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

She felt the restlessness surging through her veins.

Aoba's victory, with three wins out of four, was no fluke.

She came here not to provide commentary on others' struggles for supremacy, but to seize the pen and write her own heroic biography.

"I want to be the protagonist of the story..."

The literary girl murmured softly.

"Anyone who loves books would dream of this."

In the shadows on the other side.