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

The black-haired girl felt a headache coming on.

Given her mental state most of the time, comforting others is simply draining her own energy.

If she could help a closed-off person to the point of opening their heart, then she herself would probably be close to suicide.

"Mind your own business. I'm practically rotting in the mud myself."

Poetry and Wine irritably turned over, pulled up the covers, and buried half of their face, along with their ears, deep in the shadows.

I tried to drive that absurd dream, along with the lingering starlight, out of my mind.

But it didn't work.

As soon as you close your eyes, pleading purple eyes will appear in the darkness.

There were also curse-like words from the other party.

"You and she are the same kind of people."

That statement is correct.

Because she was also such a twisted person, she understood the meaning behind the petite horse girl's words better than anyone else.

In the end, only a barely audible sigh could be heard in the infirmary.

P.S.: If you didn't see the short story about the volunteer card in chapter 249, you should be able to find it by refreshing the chapter in the upper right corner.

Main character: Chapter 263 I deeply love every star

Three days later, in the afternoon.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds and fell on the ground, while a gentle breeze carried a hint of chill.

The campus of Treson Academy is surprisingly large, and there is a long tree-lined avenue leading from the teaching buildings to the student dormitory area.

On the tree-lined path, a woman in a green uniform and a matching hat is leading the way for poetry and wine.

Surugawa Tsuna, Chairman's Secretary.

She walks very fast, with her back ramrod straight.

Although the secretary appeared to be taking a normal walk, her pace forced Shi and Jiu, who had just recovered from a serious illness and whose strength had not yet fully returned, to quicken their pace just to keep up.

After passing through several flower beds and training grounds, Lidongliao finally came into view.

Just then, a girl with neat short hair and wearing the Tresson school uniform was standing at the dormitory entrance checking the items there.

Seeing Tsuna Suguru approach, she straightened up gracefully and gave him a warm smile.

It is Fujikishi, the dormitory head of the Kurito Dormitory.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Junchuan."

"Yes, good afternoon."

Junkawa Tezuna stopped, nodded slightly, then stepped aside to let the black-haired girl behind him pass, and introduced her in a gentle tone.

"This is the new student who will be moving into the Lidong Dormitory, Shi Yu Jiu. This child's situation is a bit special, and he will need more care. I'm counting on you."

"Oh my? This is the legendary..."

Fujikishi's curious gaze swept over the poetry and wine.

She keenly noticed the girl's pale face, but without asking any questions, Fujikishi simply waved her hand cheerfully.

"Welcome to the love-filled and dream-filled Lidong Dormitory! I am the dormitory head, Fujikishi."

"If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to come to me anytime—of course, provided you follow the dormitory rules."

Poetry and wine nodded silently in response.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Junkawa Tezuna, carrying poetry and wine, continued deeper into the area, eventually stopping in front of a door at the end of the first-floor corridor.

"We've arrived, this is the place."

This is a door without any nameplate.

"This is the only empty room on the first floor of Lidong Dormitory. Although it has been vacant for some time, I arranged for cleaning staff to thoroughly clean and disinfect it yesterday."

"As instructed by the chairman, we have prepared a basic set of daily necessities."

Surugawa Tezuna took a key out of his pocket and handed it to Poetry and Wine.

"This is the key. Please keep it safe. If you lose it, the replacement process will be very complicated. This is for Treson's security reasons."

"Thank you."

Poetry and Wine reached out and took the key from the secretary.

"The chairman will provide further information regarding the enrollment procedures and subsequent aptitude tests."

"Until then, please be sure to strictly abide by the dormitory curfew hours."

After leaving this instruction, the gentle secretary gave a slight bow and turned to leave.

"Da, da, da..."

The crisp sound of high heels faded into the distance until it disappeared completely at the end of the corridor.

Poetry and wine inserted the key into the lock, and with a "click" as the lock cylinder turned, the door was pushed open.

The room was small and the layout was extremely simple.

A single bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.

The curtains were a plain beige, and a faint smell of cleaning agent lingered in the air.

Because it had been uninhabited for a long time, the dormitory was exceptionally clean and seemed particularly spacious.

But for a penniless temporary resident, this is already a luxury.

Poetry and Wine casually tossed the plastic bag containing only a few changes of clothes and toiletries onto the bed with a dull thud.

"...It's too quiet."

She looked around and finally sat down on the hard edge of the bed.

This deathly silence, ironically, gave her a long-lost feeling of unease.

The black-haired girl could only sit blankly on the bed, seemingly lost in thought.

……

late at night.

The night at Treson Academy wasn't exactly noisy; at least in the corridors of the Kuridong Dormitory, there was only a deathly silence.

After a full day of intense training, most of the female racehorses are now fast asleep and in a deep, unwavering sleep.

But poetry and wine keep me awake at night.

She had been sleeping too much in the infirmary these past few days, which had disrupted her biological clock. Coupled with the stress response to being in an unfamiliar environment, she was experiencing some insomnia.

The burning thirst in her throat caused by the side effects of the medication forced her to get up.

She put on a gray sweatshirt that Aeneas had given her and pushed open the door.

At the end of the corridor is a small balcony from which you can see the school's roads below.

Poetry and Wine's feet sank into the cold floor, the chill shooting up from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor were not on; only a vending machine emitted a faint blue light and a weak buzzing sound.

"Clang."

Poetry and Wine bought a bottle of the most ordinary mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.

The cool liquid slid down my esophagus, slightly easing the inexplicable irritation in my heart.

She leaned against the balcony railing, holding a water bottle in her hand, gazing aimlessly at the dark garden below.

The evening breeze was cool, carrying a hint of dampness and chill, which made her a little more awake.

Just then.

"Tap...sizzle...tap..."

A strange sound of footsteps abruptly broke the silence of the night.

The sound was coming from the direction of the stairwell.

It sounded like something heavy was being dragged along the ground, and you could even faintly hear some heavy breathing.

Poetry and wine made her body tense instinctively, and she subconsciously turned around to look.

The dim corridor light flickered.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows at the stairwell.

She was a horse girl who seemed to have just finished training.

She was wearing the standard red and white tracksuit from Treson Academy, but her clothes were now completely soaked and clung to her body, outlining her slender figure.

A white towel hung around her neck, now a dull gray from sweat and dust.

His long, brown hair clung messily to his cheeks, sweat trickling down his hair, one drop, two drops... falling onto the floor, spreading out as dark dots on the hallway floor.

She had probably just finished some kind of self-training?

The visitor did not notice the poetry and wine in the corner of the balcony.

Exhaustion from overtraining has dulled her senses to the point where she can no longer notice her surroundings.

She walked heavily to the vending machine.

The brown-haired girl had bandages wrapped around her hands. She trembled slightly as she took out a coin and dropped it in.

My finger hovered between "iced drinks" and "hot drinks" for a second.

In the end, Orihime pressed the "Hot Coffee" button marked in red with great force.

Main character: Chapter 264 Like a dream, like an illusion

"Clang."

The scalding hot iron can rolled down.

The brown-haired girl bent down and picked up the coffee.

Just as she straightened up, her instincts as a racehorse girl finally made her belatedly catch the gazes coming from other places.

She turned her head sharply and looked into the shadows on the balcony.

At that moment, their eyes met.

Under the dim blue light of the vending machine, Poetry and Wine could see each other's faces clearly.

The brown-haired girl had a pair of eyes as beautiful as violets.

But at that moment, there was no light in those eyes.

She was nothing like the innocent and gentle little horse girl in my dream, nor did she possess the vitality that a girl of her age should have.

The girl's purple pupils held only unfathomable weariness and a faint stillness.

She hoped she would be punished.

Poetry and Wine's fingers tightened slightly as they held the water bottle.

Her temperament was very similar to, but slightly different from, that of the person she knew before.

There is no doubt about the identity of that brown-haired girl—she admires Orihime.

"..."

The brown-haired girl glanced at the poem and the wine.

Because of the lighting, she couldn't see Shi Yujiu's face and hair clearly.

The gaze that adored Orihime lingered on Shi and Sake's casual attire for less than half a second before turning away without any further interest.

For her now, it doesn't matter who is here at this time.

Whether it's a person or a ghost, as long as it doesn't hinder her atoning run, even a stone doesn't matter.