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

The realistic touch from his fingertips made Narita feel a pang of pity for the girl before him.

She comforted her softly.

"Don't look so pained, you'll feel better soon."

She wasn't even aware of how tender her gaze was as she looked at the stranger.

Main character: Chapter 255 How is that possible?

"cough."

A deliberately coughed sound came from behind.

Ling Amazon came out carrying two steaming cups of black tea, raising her eyebrows as she looked at the scene by the hospital bed.

"Aru, you usually take good care of your juniors, but isn't your protectiveness a bit too strong towards a little guy you picked up on the street?"

"Ah? Rin, Rin Amazon-senpai!"

Narita pulled his hand back abruptly as if he had been electrocuted, and his fair cheeks instantly flushed a distinct crimson.

She stood up in a panic and awkwardly accepted the black tea.

“I…I just thought she seemed to be having a nightmare, so…”

"Alright, alright, I didn't say anything."

Seeing Narita's awkward expression, Rin shook her head with amusement and handed another cup of tea to the nearly asleep Ennis Fuujin.

She pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at the poetry and wine on the bed, her tone becoming slightly more serious:

"But to be honest, this child's background is a bit troublesome. I just checked her clothes and there was no identification. When she wakes up tomorrow, I'll probably have to report it to the student council or the security department."

"senior."

Narita suddenly put down his teacup and clasped his hands tightly together.

She raised her head, her purple-gold eyes gleaming with an unpredictable light.

"When she wakes up, could... I take care of her?"

"what?"

Ling Amazon was stunned for a moment.

"Don't you have an important mock competition coming up soon? Taking care of these problem kids whose identities we don't even know is very exhausting."

"It's okay, I can manage both."

Narita took a deep breath, his gaze returning to the peaceful sleeping face of Poetry and Wine.

"I just feel... I feel like I absolutely can't just leave her alone."

……

The next morning.

A faint smell of disinfectant.

This is the first thing I realize when I wake up from my poetic and wine-induced waking.

Then came the warm light filtering through my eyelids, and a warm blanket.

"..."

Poetry and wine laboriously forced open eyelids that felt as heavy as lead.

The view was still a bit blurry, and the ceiling was a pure white.

She subconsciously moved her fingers, and felt a slight stinging sensation on the back of her left hand.

'Not dead...'

Poetry and wine are struggling to restart.

The last fragments of my memory are of cold rain and a dirty alley.

'Were you rescued?'

That's the only explanation I can give for being here. This place looks like the school clinic.

Although she had taken a nap, her physical condition only barely improved.

"Ah, you're awake?"

A surprised voice rang out from beside the bed.

Poetry and wine turned their heads away listlessly.

Morning light streamed through the gaps in the curtains of the infirmary, landing precisely on the figure beside the bed, giving the other person a soft golden edge.

A dazzling golden hue appeared in the eyes of Poetry and Wine.

Her smooth, golden hair reflected her slightly disheveled appearance in the other person's purplish-gold pupils.

It's Narita Road.

Poetry and wine, their originally unfocused pupils, began to focus slightly.

Looking at the familiar face before her, she subconsciously thought she was still in the same world.

'It's Narita Road…'

The tension in my nerves eased.

The black-haired girl no longer showed any wariness towards strangers; she simply looked at the other person quietly, like a black cat that had just woken up and was still dazed.

How are you feeling? Is there anything bothering you?

When Narita saw that she had woken up, he quickly put down the thermos he was holding and naturally reached out to touch Shiyujiu's forehead.

"Hmm...the fever has gone down, that's great."

Feeling the normal body temperature coming from her fingertips, Narita breathed a sigh of relief, her purple-gold eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"..."

Poetry and wine were not to be avoided; she was not yet strong enough to make the gesture of turning her head away.

Are you hungry?

Cheng Tianlu picked up a bowl of white porridge, stirred it gently with a spoon, and blew away the steam.

“Senior Ling Amazon went for her morning exercise, and Senior Ainis Wind God went to buy you a change of clothes. I noticed you weren’t sleeping soundly, so I figured you should wake up soon.”

She scooped up a spoonful of the soft, thick white porridge and carefully brought it to Shi Yujiu's lips.

Come on, ah—

Narita acted as if they had known each other for a long time.

The brain, still processing poetry and wine, hadn't quite caught up yet.

"Awoo."

She instinctively opened her mouth and took the spoon into her mouth.

The warm sensation melted instantly in my mouth, warming my previously stiff body slightly.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing Shi Yu Jiu eating with a blank expression, Narita couldn't help but chuckle.

"Eat slowly, there's still plenty left."

She pulled the spoon back, scooped up another spoonful, and patiently blew on it to cool it down.

Poetry and Wine mechanically chewed the porridge in their mouths, but their gaze remained fixed on Naritaji's face.

As his condition improved, his previously muddled brain finally began to function again.

'That's not right.'

It's a bit strange.

Why am I here? Did someone pick me up and bring me to the academy?

Why is Narita-ro here?

Moreover, judging from her attire, she was still wearing the familiar Tresson uniform, but she looked much younger than the Narita Road I was familiar with.

Poetry and wine helped him swallow his food and finally allowed him to rediscover his voice.

"...Narita Road."

She instinctively called out the other person's name.

Narita, who was blowing on the porridge, paused.

She looked up in surprise, a hint of astonishment in her purplish-gold eyes.

"Huh? Do you know my name?"

Poetry and wine did not answer this question.

She leaned against the pillow with her brows slightly furrowed. Having just woken up, the lingering haze of poetry and wine hadn't completely faded, making her usually aloof face appear somewhat dull.

Poetry and Wine looked at Narita Road and asked a strange question:

"Why……"

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, puzzled.

Why... are you here?

Narita Road paused for a moment.

She looked into the girl's deep black eyes. The girl's gaze was natural, as if they had known each other for a long time.

This feeling caused a strong, inexplicable sense of déjà vu to surge up in Naritaji's mind once again.

"why?"

Narita repeated it softly.

She reached out and, with remarkable ease, wiped away the bit of rice gruel that had gotten on Shi Yujiu's lips with her fingertips.

"Maybe they feel that if they leave a sick person unattended, they will regret it for the rest of their lives."

Although she didn't know the child in front of her, the urge to get close to him was real.

"And, I don't know why..."

Narita looked at the blank-faced black-haired girl in front of him, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

"I feel like...we've met somewhere before."

"..."

Poetry and Wine stared at her smiling face for a few seconds.

The protagonist: In Chapter 256, we don't actually know each other.

Looking at the smiling face of the blonde girl in front of him, the rationality of poetry and wine began to return.

'etc.'

'This Narita-ji guy probably doesn't recognize me.'

My understanding finally aligned.

The relaxed look in Shi Yujiu's eyes instantly froze.

The way I obediently opened my mouth and waited to be fed just now... seems a bit off now that I think about it.

A sense of shame arose within the black-haired girl.

Although Poetry and Wine's face remained expressionless, her black horse ears twitched violently as if startled, then stuck tightly to her hair.

She awkwardly looked away.

Narita didn't realize the awkwardness; she was simply happy that the other person had an appetite and was about to scoop up a second spoonful to serve.

Seeing Cheng Tianlu smilingly hand over the spoon again, Shi Yujiu didn't open his mouth this time.