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

Although she said, "Leave it to me," even a racehorse girl who trains regularly would feel tired carrying so many things back.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Poetry and Wine placed the water glass and fast food in their hands on the desk, took a clean towel from the wardrobe, and handed it to Naritaji.

"Wipe your sweat."

"Thank you."

Narita took the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

She didn't leave immediately, but instead sat down naturally on the edge of the bed, her purple-gold eyes thoughtfully watching Shi Yu Jiu as she packed her shopping bags.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

The only sound was the rustling of the plastic bag being turned over.

"Ah, poetry and wine."

Narita suddenly spoke, his voice much softer than before.

"Were you... concerned about Orihime just now?"

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment while holding a box of instant noodles.

She didn't turn around, but silently put the instant noodles into the cabinet, and then continued to rummage through the next item.

"……No."

"That's a lie."

Naritaji bluntly exposed her lie.

The blonde girl tilted her head slightly, intently watching the back of the poet and the wine.

"The way you looked at her just now was completely different from how you looked at anyone else. Although you still maintained that cold demeanor on the surface, but..."

She paused, as if considering her choice of words.

"You seem to remember her?"

Poetry and wine's shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

She slowly turned around and looked at Naritaji with her calm, black eyes.

What are you trying to say?

"I'm just a little worried."

Narita was not intimidated by the other party's cold aura.

She stood up, walked to the poetry and wine section, and said earnestly:

"Orihime is... someone who doesn't like to express herself. She always trains alone until late at night, always rejects everyone's kindness, and even the unusually lively type like Little Opera can't handle her."

A hint of worry flashed in the blonde girl's eyes.

“Little Opera and I tried many times to get close to her, but she would push us away every time. Over time... we gradually became afraid to approach her anymore.”

Poetry and wine listened in silence.

"so……"

Narita took a deep breath, his purple-gold eyes filled with sincerity.

"If you also feel that she is burdened, please don't force yourself to get close to her. Orihime... carries too much on her shoulders, and even I don't know how to help her."

"..."

Poetry and wine lowered their eyes, their fingertips gently caressing the newly bought water glass in their hands.

Her blurry reflection was shown on the transparent glass.

'Are you carrying too much on your shoulders...?'

She gave a bitter smile to herself.

They are burdened with values ​​that do not exist in reality, which is meaningless.

Not only did he admire Orihime, but Shi and Shu themselves were also like that.

and so--

Poetry and Wine raised their heads and looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky.

As night falls, the stars begin to appear one by one.

'I wonder what kind of expression that ghost looking down from the star will have?'

She decided to let the other person step into the dream together.

Compared to when they first enrolled, the characters of Poetry and Wine have become more anthropomorphic.

It's still terrible.

She still didn't care about anything other than its inexplicable value.

"I see."

Poetry and Wine finally spoke in a calm voice.

"I won't meddle in other people's business."

"Really?"

Narita stared at her suspiciously.

"real."

Poetry and wine were kept separate, so that Naritaji wouldn't see the fleeting wavering in his eyes.

"That's good."

Narita breathed a sigh of relief, and a bright smile returned to his face.

"Then I'm relieved. After all, you haven't fully recovered yet, so you can't worry about other people's affairs."

She reached out and gently patted Poetry and Wine's head, as if soothing a frightened little animal.

The black horse's ears were slightly messy from being rubbed. Poetry and Wine subconsciously wanted to dodge, but in the end they stood stiffly in place, letting the other's palm stay on their heads.

"Alright, everything's packed, I should head back now."

Narita withdrew his hand and walked towards the door.

See you tomorrow, poetry and wine. Remember to eat on time!

"Ah."

"Click".

The door was closed gently.

Silence fell over the room once again.

Poetry and Wine stood still, raised his hand to touch the top of his head that had just been rubbed, so that his horse ears could stand up.

The warmth of Narita Road's palm still lingered on my fingertips.

She sighed deeply, walked to the window, and opened it.

A night breeze blew in, carrying the coolness unique to spring.

Look up, and you'll see a sky full of stars.

"Mind your own business."

Poetry and wine murmured to themselves.

Her voice was so soft it was almost blown away by the wind.

"..."

She closed her eyes.

The ghost pleading with me in my dream resurfaced in my mind, as did the brown-haired girl with a weary body and lifeless eyes that evening.

The two shadows gradually overlapped.

"what."

For some reason, a slightly sorrowful smile appeared on the black-haired girl's face.

She leaned against the windowsill, looking up at the brightest star in the night sky.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that the star... was winking at her.

It is December now.

Perhaps... what I saw was a Gemini.

Poetry and Wine shook their heads and looked away.

She wasn't interested in astronomy, but there was no doubt that she didn't like Gemini.

And the Southern Cross.

……

The next day.

Although the winter sun is bright, it carries a chill that doesn't quite warm you up.

The grass on the central training field looked a bit brittle because of the morning frost.

Today is the day the chairman mentioned, the day for the poetry and wine testing qualifications to be verified.

Several uniformed trainers and student council members with clipboards were gathered here.

Although it was just a temporary qualification test, it was a crucial step in determining whether one could formally enroll, and a serious atmosphere permeated the air.

"This test is a 1600m turf race."

Main character: Chapter 269 Entrance Exam

"A score of less than two minutes is considered passing."

The voices of several trainers talking reached his ears as Poetry and Wine stood in front of the starting gate.

She was wearing the red and white tracksuit issued by the school, and her long black hair was casually tied back.

The sickly look from a few days ago had subsided somewhat, but the black-haired girl's face still appeared slightly pale and bloodless, almost translucent in the sunlight.

"Are you ready?"

The trainer in charge of timing, holding a stopwatch, asked routinely.

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine nodded, their voices calm.

She moved her ankles; her body was still a little sore after recovering from a serious illness.

Godolphin Arabia sent her to this play to restore her body, so as long as she doesn't over-damage it, it should be fine.

"Then—take your positions."

Poetry and Wine leaned slightly forward, supporting themselves on their feet.

"boom!"

The gate opened instantly.

There was no earth-shattering explosion; poetry and wine simply took off precisely the moment the floodgates opened.

The pace was steady for the first 400 meters.

She navigated the corners extremely smoothly, with only a slight deviation in body tilt angle, without much unnecessary swaying.

Although Poetry and Wine hasn't mastered very advanced cornering techniques yet, she is still a two-time champion female horse, and even with declining physical abilities, her skills remain impeccable.

Narita, standing on the sidelines, clenched his fists and placed them on his chest, his purple-gold eyes fixed on the black figure.

"Wow, that's amazing... This running form doesn't look like someone who's just started competing."

She exclaimed sincerely.