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

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I have to prepare for the start of the new school term, so I will miss the update on the 26th. I will make up for it on the 27th, starting with four updates on the 27th.

You dare mess with me? You've kicked a hornet's nest. What good will it do you to mess with me? The consequence of messing with me is that I'm powerless to fight back. You've picked a soft persimmon, let me tell you. I'll show you with my actions that nothing will happen if you mess with me. I'm different from others. If you mess with me, it's the same as not messing with me at all. You've met someone easy to bully. If you mess with me, you should be secretly happy. You've messed with the most troublesome person within a hundred miles. If you mess with me, you'll be in trouble. Tell me, but it won't be too much trouble. You just wait and see. I'll let this go. Fine, fine, you're bullying me like this, aren't you? You think you're so great? I'll give you a break! If you dare mess with me, I'm dead.

Main character: Chapter 267 The Will of Dreams

He admires Orihime.

The steps of poetry and wine paused slightly.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the water glass.

The images from the dream flashed through my mind in an instant.

A ghost smilingly begging to "give her a hand," and a pair of purple eyes filled with sadness and expectation.

And that curse-like phrase.

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

'...We meet again.'

Poetry and Wine sighed inwardly.

The three people formed a delicate triangle on the path.

Narita broke the silence first. She gave a gentle smile and took the initiative to greet her:

"Orihime-san! Are you still training so late? You must be exhausted!"

Ai Mu Orihime raised her head, her gaze lingering on Narita for less than half a second before she nodded.

"Ah."

The brown-haired girl spoke in an unusually flat tone.

Her gaze then shifted to the unfamiliar black-haired girl beside Narita.

Their eyes met briefly in the air.

'Just as the ghost in my dream said.'

Poetry and wine are silently desired in my heart.

The look in this person's eyes is exactly the same as when I met him in the corridor late last night.

She lacked the radiance of a normal young girl, displaying only an unfathomable weariness.

It's like standing alone on the edge of a cliff, unwilling to take that step forward, yet also unwilling to turn back into the crowd.

Standing alone and numb on the cliff, letting the wind and rain beat down on me.

"This is Poetry and Wine, a new classmate who just moved into Lidong Dormitory."

Narita noticed the atmosphere was a bit awkward and quickly broke the silence.

She spoke softly, trying to build a bridge between two people who were clearly not good at socializing.

"Poetry and wine, this is the one who admires Orihime, and she and I, Good Opera, will be debuting around the same time..."

"No introduction needed."

Orihime interrupted Naritaji's words.

Her tone was flat, without any emotional fluctuation.

But her gaze lingered on poetry and wine for longer than usual.

Ai Musou never wastes her attention on strangers; it's a pointless waste of her energy.

But this time, she inexplicably took another look.

Long black hair, pale face, and thin figure.

And a pair of black eyes that feigned indifference.

"what……"

For some reason, the brown-haired girl suddenly smiled wearily.

She was very familiar with that look.

Because every morning when she wakes up, she sees the same look in the mirror.

He shut everyone out and locked himself inside the iron walls.

I don't want to be touched by anyone, nor do I want to touch anyone.

Why do I feel this way?

Looking at the girl opposite him, Orihime's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

It was their first meeting, and the other person was just a stranger who had just moved into the dormitory.

But for some reason, looking at that cold, almost aloof face, a strange sense of familiarity welled up in her heart.

just like……

It was as if she had seen such a person a long, long time ago.

No, I haven't seen it before.

But...

I've imagined it.

A blurry image suddenly flashed through my mind.

That was when she was very young, lying in a hospital bed, her mother holding her hand, crying as she told her, "You should have had a younger sister."

'What would it be like if she survived?'

The young Orihime had imagined this countless times.

Will they enjoy stargazing like I do? Will they be as lively as I am? Will they have the same enthusiastic personality and the same habit of actively integrating into groups?

Could it be that... he also looks at the world with the same loving eyes?

It wasn't until the brown-haired girl felt a strong pull from a star in the sky and realized that it was her dead sister that she stopped.

She discovers that her survival was accidental, and that her sister died in her place.

So the girl began to become quiet and withdrawn.

'ah…'

He secretly admired Orihime.

'It really does look alike.'

Like the shadow in her imagination that was never born and would forever remain in her concept.

When she poured out her heart to the starry sky on countless nights, the blurry outline of her younger sister would automatically appear in her mind.

"Newbie?"

The woman who admired Orihime heard herself ask in a slightly gentler tone than usual.

"That's it."

Poetry and wine responded indifferently.

She didn't reach out or offer any friendly smile; she simply gazed at the other person quietly with her calm, unwavering black eyes.

The black-haired girl's actions were not hostile, but they were definitely not benevolent either.

The two of them stared at each other in silence.

The surrounding air solidified into a tangible form at that moment.

Narita stood to the side, his purple-gold eyes shifting uneasily between the two.

She always felt that there was some strange aura silently clashing between these two guys who were both cold and inarticulate.

It felt like two magnets with the same poles repelling each other, yet being forced to remain in the same space by some unseen force.

"Um... Orihime-san, would you like to come along...?"

Narita tried to ease the tension, but was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"No."

Ai Mu looked away from Orihime, her tone returning to its cold indifference.

She turned sideways, walked past the two people, and continued walking towards the dormitory.

The brown-haired girl's steps were heavy, and the towel on her shoulder was still dripping with sweat.

"I have other things to do."

After leaving those words, she dragged her weary body and disappeared into the shadows at the crossroads.

Only the earthy smell lingered in the air for a long time.

"..."

Poetry and Wine stared at the receding figure, her brows furrowing slightly, and her black horse ears unconsciously pressed back.

'I admire Orihime's appearance when she first debuted... was that what she looked like?'

She thought to herself silently.

'Is this beyond my control?'

'...that kind of person.'

Poetry and Wine gripped the mineral water bottle tightly, the plastic bottle making a soft "click" sound.

Her expression shifted between light and dark, and a dark resentment began to emanate from her.

'It's simply beyond my ability to save them.'

"Poetry and wine?"

Naritaji's voice interrupted her thoughts.

The blonde girl bent down slightly, leaning closer with some concern, her purplish-gold eyes filled with worry.

"Are you alright? You don't look too good... Did you walk too long and get tired?"

"fine."

Poetry and Wine shook their heads, forcibly suppressing the chaotic thoughts, along with the entrustment in their dreams, back into the darkest corner of their minds.

"Let's go, the food's getting cold."

"Um……"

Narita glanced thoughtfully in the direction where Orihime had left.

Main character: Chapter 268 What I Know

At this deserted crossroads, only a few leaves, blown down by the evening breeze, twirl on the ground.

Narita sighed, then turned around, took Shi and Jiu's wrist, and continued walking towards the dormitory.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast two shadows side by side on the ground.

And in that place where the shadows cannot reach, another, even more solitary shadow is walking alone on a road devoid of any light.

A gentle night is approaching.

The starry sky above is beautiful.

But he had been in love with Orihime for a very long time and hadn't looked up to see her.

……

"Phew... We're finally here!"

Narita placed the heavy shopping bag in his hand on the floor of the Poetry and Wine room and shook his slightly sore arms.