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

However, poetry and wine on the racetrack do not offer such leisure and tranquility.

As the distance increased, the body's protests grew louder.

A faint metallic taste began to rise in my throat. My heart was beating too fast, probably because I hadn't fully matured yet and the blood supply wasn't keeping up.

I'm a little tired.

Poetry and wine indifferently evaluated his own state of mind.

If it were a normal racehorse girl, she would adjust her breathing or slow down her pace to protect her body at this time.

But she didn't.

She didn't even flinch, maintaining the somewhat painful high speed as she mechanically swung her arms.

Poetry and wine have become accustomed to pain; she has even forgotten to protect her body, as long as she can reach the finish line.

1000 meters...1200 meters...

Enter the final straight section.

Poetry and wine did not make any explosive sprint; she simply maintained this pace.

The pain throbbed in her nerves, yet she felt a strange sense of peace.

She has temporarily forgotten that dream that was causing all the messy troubles in her mind.

"1 minutes and 12.88 seconds!"

As she crossed the finish line, the timer announced her time.

Judging from the fact that Ma Niang had just enrolled and hadn't yet fully developed her skills, she was definitely above average.

For someone recovering from a serious illness, this achievement is quite remarkable.

Poetry and wine slowly came to a stop. She stood on the grass, hands on her knees, head down, quietly adjusting her breathing.

However, her face was frighteningly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Poetry and wine!"

Narita ran over quickly with a towel and a water bottle, a bright smile on his face.

"You did a great job just now. Especially when you were going around the corners, that was really impressive."

"Yeah."

Poetry and Wine straightened up and took the water bottle.

Her fingers trembled slightly, but she cleverly concealed it by twisting the bottle cap.

"I didn't exert myself much, I was just running around casually."

She took a sip of water, her tone flat.

"You think you can run under 1 minute and 50 seconds just by casually jogging?!"

Narita's eyes widened, and then he looked at her face with some concern.

"But...you look a little pale. Are you really alright? Is anything bothering you?"

As she spoke, she reached out to support the poem and the wine.

"fine."

Poetry and Wine subtly stepped back half a step, avoiding Naritaji's hand.

"It's just that I haven't exercised for too long, so I'm a little short of oxygen."

Poetry and Wine casually wiped the sweat from their faces with a towel, suppressing their fatigue, and their expression returned to its indifferent state.

"I want to go back."

"Ah... okay, alright."

Narita was taken aback. Although he sensed that something was off about the other person's current state, he didn't say anything more when he saw that Shiyujiu was keeping people at arm's length.

"Shall we go back to the dorm? The cafeteria is having a special meal today..."

"no need."

Poetry and wine interrupted her; she hung the towel around her neck, turned, and walked toward the exit.

I need to be alone for a while. Sorry.

After saying that, she didn't look at anyone else, and with slightly heavy steps, she left the noisy training ground alone.

Narita stood there, looking at that slightly thin figure, the words of celebration stuck in his throat.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

The blonde girl lowered her eyes, looking somewhat dejected.

She felt that the way Shi and Jiu ran just now didn't seem like they were enjoying running.

It's more like... punishing yourself?

And after running, the other person's temperament seemed to have become slightly... irritable?

In a corner where no one is paying attention.

After turning the corner, Poetry and Wine immediately grabbed the wall for support.

A strong feeling of dizziness washed over her, and she closed her eyes, taking deep breaths amidst the nausea and vertigo.

"Miss Poetry and Wine".

Suddenly, a flat, monotone voice came from behind her.

A student council staff member in uniform walked over with a writing board.

The other party did not notice Shi Yujiu's pale face and slightly trembling fingers, and simply handed over a completed data sheet in a businesslike manner.

"This is the preliminary data report from your test. Although the final assessment still needs the chairman's confirmation, the data is... quite astonishing."

The staff member pushed up his glasses, his tone revealing a hint of undisguised surprise.

"Oh."

Poetry and wine didn't turn back; they simply turned sideways and reached out a hand to take the thin piece of paper.

The black-haired girl's fingertips were icy cold; she didn't even look down at the numbers on them.

Heart rate, cadence, and final results are all meaningless to her.

All she wants to do right now is get herself in a better state.

"According to the procedure, the final admission review results will be available within two days. Please wait patiently in your dormitory for further notification."

The staff member said dutifully.

"Is there anything else?"

The sounds of poetry and wine are cold.

"Uh, that's all. Please get some rest."

The other person seemed taken aback by this aloof attitude, gave a somewhat awkward bow, and turned to leave.

Once he was sure no one was paying attention to him anymore, Shi Yujiu finally loosened his clenched teeth.

Main character: Chapter 270 You Passed (Fourth Update)

"cough……"

Poetry and Wine couldn't help but cough.

She crumpled the report card with the excellent grades into a ball, stuffed it into her pocket, and then dragged her leaden legs toward the dormitory with a blank expression.

.........

Two days later, in the office of the chairman of the board of directors of Treson Academy.

These past two days, Poetry and Wine have been resting due to health issues. They were too strained during the test, which made the following days difficult.

Because of his small stature due to not being properly trained, Naritaji seemed to mistakenly believe that Poetry and Wine was going to attend the elementary school and even told Good Opera in advance.

"I'm not a junior high school student."

Although she remained expressionless, the black-haired girl still gritted her teeth as she recalled the other person's caring expression.

At this moment, she is on her way to the chairman's office.

Ms. Junchuan has already notified her to come to the chairman's office to complete the enrollment procedures.

Standing before that imposing mahogany gate, Shi Yujiu took a deep breath.

"Boom, boom."

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in!"

"The door is unlocked."

A vibrant voice came from inside the door.

Poetry and wine push open the door.

In the spacious and bright office, a black and white calico cat is lying on the sofa sunbathing.

Behind the desk, a petite woman stood on a chair, her folding fan suddenly unfolding to cover half her face, revealing only a pair of bright blue eyes.

Yayoi Akikawa, Chairperson of the Board of Trustees of Treson Academy.

Beside her, Tsuna, still dressed as a secretary, smiled and nodded to Shi and Sake.

"sit down."

Akikawa Yayoi waved her folding fan with a bold gesture.

"Poetry and Wine, regarding your test performance two days ago—"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, as if observing the reaction of the black-haired girl in front of her.

To her disappointment, Poetry and Wine simply stood quietly in place, without even lifting their eyelids, as if listening to something that had nothing to do with them.

"What an unlovable guy."

Akikawa Yayoi muttered something under her breath, then cleared her throat and resumed her high-pitched tone.

"Conclusion! — Pass! Absolutely pass!"

"Snapped!"

A document stamped with a bright red seal was slammed onto the table.

"Although your physical condition is still in the recovery period, your running style is... well, very personal."

"But the explosive power and dominance over the track displayed in that instant cannot be faked!"

The chairman pointed his folding fan toward poetry and wine, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"Treson Academy welcomes monsters, and even more so, monsters with potential. Even if this monster seems... not to care much about its own reputation."

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine finally looked up.

The black eyes met those blue eyes for a second.

Is that considered a compliment?

"Of course! That's the highest praise."

Akikawa Yayoi burst into laughter, then changed the subject.

"Miss Junchuan, give her the enrollment information."

"Yes."

Junkawa Tezuna stepped forward and handed a thick stack of documents to Poetry and Wine.

"This is your admission notice, student handbook, and new timetable. Starting today, you are a formal student at Treson Academy High School. As you are a transfer student, the initial courses may be quite intensive..."

"It doesn't matter."

Poetry and wine interrupted Tsuna's words.