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

"Today, Hotan asked me to select a few photos to send for registration. I'm just doing a preview for the opera performance. I'll choose this outfit for my debut photos as well."

"How about it? This magnificent cloak! It overflows with the grandeur and beauty of a conqueror!"

"..."

'It's so noisy.'

Poetry and Wine closed their eyes, feeling a bit of a headache.

Putting aside the good opera and the conversation about Narita Road that followed, let's just talk about the first few sentences that were directed at myself.

Although this guy's words were full of nonsense, he meant the same thing as Naritaji.

She can't leave yet.

"But……"

Poetry and Wine opened their eyes, but their dark pupils remained calm.

"I have no money."

She shrugged helplessly.

"I can't afford the hospitalization fees and medical expenses."

Since he was an unregistered resident, he naturally didn't have a single penny on him.

"Don't worry about the money!"

Narita blurted out without thinking, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"The Amazon expert has already paid for it for you. She said you can pay her back when you start earning money. And..."

She paused, then scratched her cheek somewhat embarrassedly.

"If you really have nowhere to go, you can stay at Miura Dormitory for now. I don't know if it's possible, but I'll ask the dormitory head and the chairman for help!"

"..."

Looking into Naritaji's pure eyes, Shi Yu Jiu didn't know what to say.

They'd go to such lengths for an unregistered person with an unclear background?

But Narita-ro has always been as vibrant as ever, no matter the stage.

To conceal his inner turmoil, Shi Yujiu gritted his teeth, threw back the covers, and tried to sit up.

"No... I will leave here."

She hasn't figured out the situation yet, and she doesn't know if staying at Treson Academy would be a reasonable move.

however.

The moment my feet touched the cold ground, a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly struck me.

My vision went black instantly, and my legs, which had been supporting my body, went limp like noodles.

"careful--!!"

With a gasp, the expected pain did not come.

A warm embrace caught her steadily.

The faint scent of shampoo mixed with the girl's natural fragrance wafted into my nostrils, dispelling the dizziness.

"Really... I already said it's not going to work!"

Narita held the girl, who was as light as paper, tightly in his arms, his tone carrying a hint of reproach.

"Don't do that! What if you get hurt?"

The two were very close.

Poetry and wine can even make one feel the heartbeat coming from Naritaji's chest, and the warm breath that the other person exhales onto their ear.

'no…'

A faint blush appeared on her pale face.

Poetry and wine had never reached this level of mutual embrace with Narita Road before, but it was possible for her best friend, Diamond Treasure, to do so.

However, she needs to consider it for a moment before accepting.

Not to mention being held in Narita's arms like a child right now...

"…open."

The sounds of poetry and wine were barely audible, like the buzzing of mosquitoes. She tried to push the other away, but her hands were so weak that she couldn't muster any strength.

"I won't let go."

This time, Narita didn't go along with her; instead, he tightened his grip on her arm even more.

"Unless you promise to obediently go back to bed."

"Oh my! What a deep and affectionate bond this is!"

Good Opera stood to the side with his arms crossed, looking on with amusement, and even pulled out a rose from somewhere and put it in his mouth.

"Has the red thread of fate already quietly intertwined at this moment? What an enviable youth!"

Just as the atmosphere in the infirmary was becoming somewhat awkward—

"Dangdang!"

The door to the infirmary suffered yet another calamity today.

"Hello, hello—! Is the child awake?"

A vibrant voice rushed in, accompanied by a whirlwind.

"I am Ennis, the wind god."

The brown-haired horse girl who had rushed in saw the scene before her and suddenly braked.

Main character: Chapter 258 I Don't Like You

She was carrying two huge plastic bags filled with various drinks, rice balls, and several sets of clothes that looked like they had just been bought.

At this moment, she stared wide-eyed at Shi and Jiu, who were being held tightly in Naritaji's arms with a look of utter despair, and at Hao Geju, who was posing for a song.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, a look of sudden realization appeared on Aeneas's energetic face.

"Ah! Could it be..."

She put what she was holding on the ground, put her hands on her hips, nodded seriously, and her baseball cap swayed slightly.

"Did that child faint in Aru's arms because he was too hungry?"

"..."

Poetry and wine make me feel like I'm dying.

"She didn't faint from hunger..."

Narita explained, somewhat amused and exasperated.

She then carefully placed the black-haired girl, who looked like she wanted to disappear into the ground, back onto the hospital bed.

To prevent Poetry and Wine from moving around again, Naritaji specially tucked the corner of the blanket tightly, leaving only Poetry and Wine's heads sticking out.

"She just tried to get out of bed and walk around, but she was too weak..."

"That's because you're hungry and don't have the energy."

Ennis, the wind god, interrupted Naritaji with a self-righteous air.

She quickly carried the two large bags of spoils to the bedside table.

Accompanied by the rustling sound of plastic bags.

Rice balls, sandwiches, and even several cans of strange-looking drinks were dumped out all at once.

"For children who are growing, it is essential to eat well."

"As long as you're well-fed, you'll have the energy to run or work!"

Ennis Wind Goddess smiled, picked up a tuna rice ball, skillfully tore open the packaging, and handed it directly to Poetry and Wine.

"Come on, don't be shy."

"This is a tuna rice ball that the manager recommended to me when I worked at a convenience store. The taste and nutritional value are both pretty good, ah—"

"..."

Seeing the rice ball that was almost shoved into his mouth, Shi Yujiu instinctively shrank back.

She looked at the Wind God Aeneas in front of her, and seemed to remember something.

Then he shook his head, ignored it, and turned his attention to the rice ball in front of him.

The aroma of seaweed is indeed very tempting, but...

'Why does this scene feel like feeding stray cats?'

"I've already eaten..."

Poetry and wine attempt to reject it with indifferent tones.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was silenced by the oppressive smile of the Wind God, Ennis.

"Did you just have some porridge? But that kind of stuff doesn't keep you full for long."

Ennis the Wind God showed no intention of withdrawing his hand; instead, he pushed it forward even more enthusiastically.

"If you don't eat, I'll assume you want me to chew it up and feed it to you, okay? Although I'm good at taking care of my little sister, this is a bit too embarrassing..."

"?"

Poetry and Wine, whose dead fish eyes were just half-open, suddenly widened.

Although they knew the other party was just joking, Poetry and Wine still didn't dare to gamble, seeing the strangely serious expression on Aeneas's face.

She silently reached out her hand and took the rice ball.

"I'll eat it myself."

"now it's right."

Ennis nodded in satisfaction, then, as if remembering something, took out a few more pieces of clothing from another bag.

It consists of several simple casual outfits.

"These are things I picked up in the shopping street just now. They're not designer brands, but they're very sturdy and durable."

Seeing those things displayed so casually, Shi Yujiu almost choked on his rice ball.

"Cough...cough..."

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Narita quickly patted Shiyujiu's back to help her catch her breath, while looking helplessly at Ennis Fuujin.

“Senior Ennis, that… was too fast. And this child’s situation is a bit special.”

"special?"

Ennis stopped what he was doing and tilted his head.

Good opera finally found its chance to interject.

She gracefully brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and spoke in a sorrowful, aria-like tone.

"Oh, that was fate's cruelest joke! The palace of memories collapsed in the storm, and everything from the past turned to nothingness..."

Good Opera held up a finger and pointed at Poetry and Wine, who were holding rice balls and looking utterly dejected.

In short—Amnesia!

"Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh—?"

"Amnesia...amnesia?"

A gasp of surprise came from the infirmary.