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

She took the document, glanced at it, and tucked it under her arm.

"As long as I can get on the track, that's fine."

"He's so straightforward! I love that kind of honest personality!"

Akikawa Yayoi nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, the formalities are complete. You can go back now—but remember one thing."

Just as Poetry and Wine turned to leave, the chairman's voice suddenly lowered, taking on the seriousness of an elder.

"A racehorse's legs are a miracle of running, but also fragile glass. If you don't learn to cherish them... they might shatter halfway through the journey, you know?"

The steps of poetry and wine paused for a moment.

With her back to the two of them, she gently rubbed the surface of the document with her palm.

"Thank you for reminding me."

She didn't turn around, but simply gave a curt reply.

"But I have my own way of running."

After saying that, she pushed open the door and walked out without looking back.

As the door slowly closed, the office returned to silence.

"Chairman..."

Junkawa Tessuna frowned slightly, and the secretary sighed softly.

"That child... although highly talented, seems to have a mental state..."

"A problem child, undoubtedly yet another problem child."

Akikawa Yayoi sat back down in her chair, gently tapping her palm with her folding fan, her gaze fixed intently on the closed door.

"Her eyes... were like she was searching for her own grave."

She sighed, then gave a playful smile.

"But perhaps that's why she was able to resonate with that child who was also searching for stars?"

"You mean... the one who's going to debut in this season, Orihime?"

"Who knows?"

Akikawa Yayoi shrugged.

"This academy is never short of lost ponies."

"But we're here to help."

In the corridor.

Poetry and Wine looked at the bright red admission notice in their hands, but there was no joy on their faces.

If you've already experienced something, you won't feel anything if you go through it again.

"What a hassle..."

She muttered a complaint under her breath, haphazardly stuffed the notice into her pocket, and then walked toward the corridor leading to Lidong Dormitory.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her, but it couldn't dispel the faint chill that enveloped her.

……

Two o'clock in the morning.

The admission notice was carelessly tossed in the corner of the desk.

Poetry and wine lay on the bed, staring blankly at the empty ceiling.

She tossed and turned in bed for nearly two hours, unable to calm her mind.

Narita Road, enrollment, and Orihime's love in this world...

Many images played repeatedly in her mind like a revolving lantern, making her already tired nerves even more tense.

The room was so quiet you could hear the blood flowing through your veins and your heart beating; strange sounds are amplified infinitely in the sleepless night.

"Tsk."

She turned over irritably and pulled the blanket over her head.

But I can still hear this strange sound.

Poetry and wine opened their eyes, their dark pupils filled with deathly stillness.

"never mind."

Frustrated, she threw off the covers, grabbed a sweatshirt from beside the bed, put it on, and pushed open the door to leave.

Since I can't sleep, I might as well go for a walk.

The corridor of Lidong Dormitory was pitch black, with only the emergency lights emitting a faint green glow.

Poetry and wine walked barefoot on the floor, their footsteps absorbed cleanly by the thick carpet.

P.S.: I'm out of energy, I'm going to die.

Main character: Chapter 271 Starry Sky

Cold air seeped in through the cracks in the window, and the biting chill made the poet and the wine a little more sober.

She originally planned to go to the balcony for some fresh air and then come back.

But as she passed the stairwell, she heard a sound coming from downstairs.

"Pat-pat, pat-pat, pat-pat—"

It sounded like someone's heavy footsteps.

'At this time...'

Poetry and wine paused, their dark eyes fixed on the dim depths of the stairwell.

Although she didn't know who made the sound, the black-haired girl's body moved as if possessed, and she walked down the stairs.

The cold sensation traveled from the soles of her feet to her spine as her feet touched the cold steps, sending a shiver down her spine.

Because it was night, the stairwell was dimly lit, with only a small wall lamp every few steps casting a dim yellow light.

Poetry and wine continued their journey step by step, and the heavy footsteps became clearer and clearer.

Then she saw a slender figure struggling to push open the heavy dormitory door at the entrance to the lobby on the first floor.

His short brown hair was messy, with a few strands clinging tightly to his sweat-soaked forehead.

Her red and white tracksuit was completely soaked, with dark water stains from the collar to the hem, glistening slightly in the dim light.

He admires Orihime.

Her shoulders were heaving violently, and her expression showed pain with every breath.

The girl's legs trembled uncontrollably, and her knees almost buckled several times, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, moving forward step by step.

Ai Mu's face was frighteningly pale, like a sheet of white paper that had been drained of all its blood, and even her lips had lost their color.

Her purple eyes were unfocused, staring blankly into the void ahead.

The brown-haired girl dragged her collapsing body step by step toward the stairs.

Poetry and Wine stood in the shadows of the stairs, watching all this with expressionless faces.

'Did they come back from the training ground?'

She thought to herself silently.

The main training ground of Treson Academy is on the other side of the academy, about a 15-minute walk from the Kuridong Dormitory.

Normally, this distance would be nothing more than a stroll for a racehorse girl.

However, the brown-haired girl in front of them didn't look well.

Admiring Orihime, he took a few more steps forward.

Then--

"Clap."

Her legs buckled, she lost her balance, and fell heavily to the ground.

There was no support from hands, and no cushioning whatsoever.

She fell straight down, her forehead slamming hard against the cold ground with a thud that was unsettling.

"..."

Poetry and Wine frowned slightly.

She stood there, silently watching the figure lying motionless on the ground.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Just when Poetry and Wine thought she had completely passed out—

The finger that admired Orihime twitched.

She used her trembling arms to prop herself up and slowly knelt down again.

There was a bright red abrasion on his forehead, and beads of blood were slowly seeping out, sliding down his pale cheeks.

But she ignored it.

The brown-haired girl just stared blankly at the stairs in front of her, her eyes devoid of any light, only numbness.

'Still want to stand up?'

Poetry and Wine stared at her, a complex emotion flashing in their dark eyes.

'Why……'

Ai Mulan used her hands to support herself on the ground, trying to stand up.

But my legs were completely out of control.

She tried once, but failed.

I tried a second time, but it failed again.

The third time—

"enough."

A cold voice came from the shadows.

Ai Mu Orihime suddenly raised her head.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Poetry and Wine emerged from the shadows of the stairwell, hands in their hoodie pockets, staring at her expressionlessly.

The dim light cast deep shadows on her pale face, making the already indifferent face of the black horsewoman appear even more cold.

"It's you."

Ai Mu's voice was somewhat hoarse.

She supported herself on the ground, kneeling there unsteadily, her eyes filled with obvious resistance and wariness.

"What's it to you...?"

Poetry and wine offered no answer.

She simply approached quietly and stopped two meters away from Orihime, whom she admired.

The two men stood facing each other like that.

After a long silence, poetry and wine finally spoke:

"Something bad will happen."