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

As I stepped out of the infirmary, it was already dark outside.

The evening breeze caressed their still slightly flushed cheeks, and Shi Yujiu breathed a sigh of relief.

it is finally over.

My stomach promptly let out a protest.

She touched her shrunken belly.

Hey, she's been up all afternoon and hasn't had dinner yet.

Then Poetry and Wine hurried to the cafeteria.

It was past lunchtime, and the cafeteria at Tresson College was no longer noisy.

Most of the female horse riders had already finished their dinner.

Some went to the library to study, some gathered in the activity room to play around, and others had already returned to their dormitories to enjoy their leisure time.

The large cafeteria appeared deserted, with only a few incandescent lights emitting a slight hum.

The air was filled with the lingering aroma of food and the smell of dish soap.

Poetry and Wine stood in front of each window, looking at the expensive and delicious dishes on the menu, and hesitated for a moment.

Thinking about the mud test and physical examination that had almost drained her energy today, she gritted her teeth and decided to be kinder to herself.

"I'd like a curry beef brisket rice, with extra meat, and a box of cut fruit."

As they paid, Poetry and Wine felt a pang of heartache as they looked at the dwindling amount of cash in their bag.

But the aroma of meat that was about to arrive quickly soothed them.

She carried the heavy tray to an inconspicuous corner of the cafeteria.

She put down her plate and sat down, surrounded by a reassuring silence.

The rich aroma of curry wafts through the air, and the beef brisket is stewed until tender and flavorful.

Poetry and Wine picked up their spoons, ready to quietly enjoy this hard-won dinner.

Suddenly, a voice full of surprise rang in my ears.

"Ah! It's Poetry and Wine, my classmate!"

Poetry and Wine paused, the hand holding the spoon still.

She turned her head slightly and saw a golden figure appear beside her like the sun descending from the sky.

It's Narita Road.

The class monitor who was always full of energy before.

'…This guy, how come he found us like a golden retriever with a keen sense of smell?'

Poetry and wine silently grumbled to themselves.

Her gaze was cold, revealing her displeasure at being disturbed.

Narita did not sit down immediately.

She turned around, waved to the two horse girls who were waiting for her not far behind, and said apologetically.

"Radiant, Lily, I'm sorry! I have something to tell Poetry and Wine today."

"Um... I can't go with you guys."

The horse girl named Little Lily seems to be somewhat dependent on Naritaji.

She was still holding her textbook, muttering with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Oh? But class monitor... I still have several questions I want to ask you..."

Before she could finish speaking...

The horse girl next to him, named Radiant Corridor, very perceptively grabbed his friend's shoulder.

Then, half-dragging and half-pulling him out, he kept turning back to shout towards Narita Road:

"No problem, no problem! Since the class monitor has something to do, then forget it! Okay, class monitor, Lily and I will be going now!"

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Newborn: Chapter 27 The Protagonist's Temperament

"Okay! See you tomorrow!"

Narita smiled and waved to them, watching them walk out of the cafeteria.

After dealing with the social matters, Narita turned around.

With a happy smile on her face, she pulled out the chair next to Poetry and Wine and sat down without any hesitation.

"Phew, what a coincidence! I didn't expect you to be eating at this hour."

Feeling the sudden approach of the heat source, Shi Yujiu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

She did not speak.

He simply moved his plate aside without making a sound.

Trying to create a physical distance.

However, Naritaji completely ignored this obvious resistance to poetry and wine.

As soon as she sat down, she started talking non-stop, her eyes, which had gradually turned from purple to gold, filled with curiosity and concern:

"Speaking of which, Poetry and Wine, you haven't been to class all day. Where did you go?"

"And it's so late to eat now, are you not feeling well?"

Poetry and Wine reluctantly put down their spoons, still slurping up the curry in their mouths.

She turned her head, glanced at Naritaji with her calm, dark eyes, and uttered a few words briefly.

"I'm going to take the test."

"Ah, I see! It's the physical fitness test for admission, right? Thanks for your hard work!"

Narita suddenly realized what was going on and immediately said enthusiastically.

"Then you must have missed a lot of lessons today."

"Really? If you need, I can lend you my class notes tomorrow! My notes are very comprehensive, and I've marked all the key points the teacher mentioned."

Faced with the overwhelming goodwill, the cold exterior of poetry and wine softened slightly.

Although it seems troublesome, taking notes is indeed a necessity.

"Thank you."

She thanked him expressionlessly, her voice still cold.

Then, she picked up the spoon again, without saying anything, and simply focused on the curry beef brisket in front of her.

Seeing this, Narita didn't get angry; he just sighed softly to himself.

'As expected... Poetry and Wine seems even more aloof than Orihime.'

'It's like a completely enclosed iceberg.'

The smile on her face didn't disappear; instead, it became even gentler.

Narita Road no longer asks questions frequently, but quietly dines with poetry and wine.

Occasionally, when Poetry and Wine go to get fruit, they casually hand over a tissue.

Half an hour later.

Poetry and wine finished the last piece of fruit.

She picked up her plate and stood up, and Naritaji naturally followed.

The two walked out of the cafeteria one after the other, and onto the tree-lined path back to their dormitory.

The night breeze was cool, and the streetlights cast long shadows of the two people.

Narita walked half a step to the side of Shiyujiu, trying to start a conversation and break the awkward silence.

"Hey, Poetry and Wine, there seems to be a discount event at the shopping street this weekend..."

"..." (Silent footsteps)

"By the way, have you heard? The new dessert in the cafeteria recently..."

"..." (Continued silent footsteps)

Oh dear, how could poetry and wine be so bad?

No matter what topic Naritaji brings up, poetry and wine are like a silent, cold wall.

At most, they would respond with a single monosyllabic "hmm," but most of the time they would remain silent.

And so, through Narita Road's one-sided "output," the two finally arrived at the entrance of the Kuri-dong Dormitory.

"Phew, we've arrived."

Narita stopped in his tracks, but was not discouraged.

She turned around and smiled as she spoke to Poetry and Wine.

"I won't see you up."

"I need to go see my good opera classmate later to discuss the 'Drama Festival' in a month. She's the lead actress, and I'm in charge of props. I need to check on the progress."

She paused here, looking sincerely at the poem and the wine.

"Well then, Poetry and Wine, see you tomorrow!"

Poetry and Wine stood on the steps below the dormitory building, looking at the blonde girl under the streetlights who still had a bright smile despite being ignored the whole way.

She pursed her lips, but ultimately reached out her hand.

He made a very small and stiff gesture.

"……goodbye."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the dormitory building, her black figure quickly disappearing into the corridor.

Only after watching the figures of Shi Yu and Jiu completely disappear did the smile on Narita's face slowly fade.

She clenched her fists and whispered to herself, as if to encourage herself:

"Although she was hard to approach, I always felt that she wasn't a bad person, just too lonely."

"Just like Orihime..."

The light in Naritaji's eyes grew even stronger.

"Yes! The plan to help Poetry and Wine integrate into the group may be long and arduous, but I will never give up!"

"Go, Narita-ro!"

He gave himself a pep talk in the air, and the golden retriever squad leader, who never gives up, turned around.

Then, with energetic strides, I ran towards the activity room where the opera was held.

After returning to dormitory 302.

They didn't tidy up the house first as usual.

Poetry and wine, with heavy steps, mechanically completed their washing up, just like last night.

The cold water splashed on her face, but it failed to wake her up as it had in the morning.

It only made her feel a deeper kind of drowsiness.

She sat at her desk, forcing her eyelids open to open her diary.

The pen tip hovered on the paper for a long time before slowly falling.

She wanted to record the mysterious female voice during the mud test that afternoon.