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

For the next two months, let's maintain the status quo; there's no rush.

She put a checkmark at the beginning of the timeline.

My gaze continued downwards, landing on another report that I had just retrieved from the infirmary.

The most urgent task next... is "orthodoxy."

Poetry and Wine frowned slightly.

According to the doctor's statement and the data in the report.

The stage of the leap in physical development of Uma Musume's body functions, which is very likely to occur in Shi and Shu within this week.

Orthodox methods not only bring about an increase in strength, but are also usually accompanied by possible violent physical reactions and mental instability.

She had heard that becoming a true professional was a long process, much like the natural growth of the body.

Only in the very initial stage of the orthodox transformation will the horse girl's body react to a certain extent.

Feeling nauseous, weak, or experiencing strange aches and pains.

It is said to be caused by changes in bones and muscles.

The feeling of having a Damocles' sword hanging over her head made her somewhat anxious.

'We must always be prepared...and not lose our composure at crucial moments.'

Poetry and wine heavily outlined the time period of the week on the paper.

Finally, her pen stopped at the very bottom of the paper, hesitant to fall.

The words left by the blue horse girl when she was on her deathbed came to mind.

'What do you mean by saying I'll be forced to interact with other horse girls and then be taken away for training?'

A fog of confusion enveloped her mind.

Poetry and wine: I put down my pen, leaned back in my chair, and looked up at the slightly worn ceiling.

The explanation left by that goddess who loves playing games was too abstract.

'Turning a living person... into a card?'

'Am I going to turn into a shapeless object?'

Or is this just a metaphor?

She raised her hand and looked at her pale, slender palm.

Is it passive? Does it trigger automatically whenever I lean on other horse girls?

'If that's the case...'

'Wouldn't that make me a walking, talking stimulant?'

'Hmm, it tastes like catnip.'

A subtle sense of unease arose spontaneously.

She dislikes the premise of being forced into deep bonds with others.

It sounds just like the abstract concept in a novel.

Hey~

'If possible, I hope this ability never needs to be activated.'

Otherwise, it might not be so easy to remain unscathed.

The wind outside the window rustled the leaves.

Poetry and Wine closed his eyes and rubbed his slightly throbbing temples.

there is always a solution to a problem.

Regardless of what that blue horse girl meant, she could only take it one step at a time for now.

After finishing writing this, Poetry and Wine closed the notebook and temporarily put aside their heavy plans for the future.

She was lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling utterly bored.

"Click".

The sound of the doorknob turning broke the silence of the room.

The door was pushed open, and a silver-gray head poked in first, followed by the entire body.

"Whoosh~ The diamond treasures that can be seen everywhere are now making their grand entrance!"

Accompanied by an opening monologue with its own sound effects, the spiky horse girl walked briskly into the dormitory.

She carefully held a paper bag in her hands, with half of a carrot donut covered in frosting peeking out of the bag.

A sweet, cloying fragrance instantly filled the air.

"Ah, it's Xiaojiu! Good evening~"

Seeing her roommate lying on the bed, Lingzuan Qibao's eyes curved into two crescent moons as she happily greeted him.

Poetry and Wine turned their heads, their deep black eyes gazing calmly towards the doorway.

My eyes first fell on that donut that was bursting with calories.

Then it moves downwards.

Her gaze swept over Lingzuan Qibao's waist, which appeared even rounder due to her loose-fitting casual clothes, and her two fleshy calves.

Perhaps it's an occupational hazard from a past life where I was obsessed with the precision of screws, or perhaps it's simply obsessive-compulsive disorder at work.

Poetry and alcoholism, seemingly out of nowhere, blurted out without thinking:

Good evening. And...aren't you really going to consider eating less sweets?

The diamond-cutting treasure, who had just entered, was delighted to hear the first part of the sentence, and its ears were about to shake happily.

However, upon hearing the second half of the sentence, she froze instantly.

"what……"

She blinked her light green eyes, then widened them.

Kougua had a look on his face, as if he had been betrayed.

"Xiao Jiu... why do you have to say such hurtful things when you rarely take the initiative to talk to me?"

She looked at the poetry and wine with a resentful gaze, but this did not affect her appetite in the slightest.

She took a big bite of the donut.

With white icing on his lips, Diamond Baby chewed with bulging cheeks, like a hamster guarding its food.

"Mmm...delicious..."

Swallowing the sweetness in her mouth, Diamond Treasure confidently raised a finger and shook it.

"Just do your best within your capabilities, and I always feel that as long as you're happy, that's enough."

"I don't want to think about complicated things, that's just me."

talking.

While happily chewing on her sweets, she generously offered the remaining half of the donut, which already had a large bite taken out of it, to Poetry and Wine.

"Let's not talk about that! Here, would you like to try some wine?"

She said smugly:

"This was a gift from Megumi McQueen!"

"That young lady said she's going to start using her 'iron will' to give up sweets again, so she reluctantly gave me this! It tastes amazing!"

Poetry and Wine lowered their eyes, looking at the donuts handed to them.

At the obvious crescent-shaped notch above, there seemed to be a trace of glistening saliva and a bitten carrot shred still remaining.

His eye twitched almost imperceptibly twice.

This...this isn't just indirect kissing, is it? This is practically exchanging saliva!

"…Thanks."

She politely but curtly refused.

Poetry and Wine shrank further into the blanket, trying to get as far away from the object filled with heat and saliva as possible.

Ps:

Support Card: [Trexon Academy]

Support Card Short Story:

Please don't mind, I am Poetry and Wine.

There's no need to say more.

The path I am heading on, I will follow.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 31, tell me, is this absurd or not?

"You eat it yourself, I'm not hungry."

"Eh? What a pity, it's so delicious..."

Diamond Treasure regretfully withdrew his hand and began to finish the remaining half himself.

Poetry and Wine fell silent. She turned over, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.

The only sound in the room was the "smacking" of Diamond Baby eating.

After a while, the chewing sounds stopped.

Diamond Treasure seemed to be tired from eating and was sitting on the bed resting.

"Hey, Xiao Jiu..."

She seemed to still have the last bite of food in her mouth, and she mumbled a few words through her teeth:

"Don't you like using your phone?"

Diamond Baby shook his smartphone, which was covered in cute stickers.

She looked at the figure lying down on the bed next door with some confusion.

"Aren't all young women these days glued to their phones? Why do you go to bed so early every night? Don't you even watch short videos?"

Under the covers, upon hearing what Lingzuan Qibao said, Shi Yujiu's body stiffened slightly for a moment.

After a suffocating silence.

A muffled sound came from the bulging blanket.

"...I don't like it."

"My phone is too noisy and it's disturbing my rest."

Actually it is not.

The phone that Poetry and Wine kept under her pillow was a battle-damaged flagship phone that she bought for several thousand yen at a secondhand market.

The screen is cracked like a spider web, and the battery is so old that it will automatically shut down after half an hour if it is not plugged into a power bank.

The RAM is pitifully small, and even opening a webpage takes forever.

The only remaining functions are making phone calls, sending text messages, and barely being able to log into a few basic communication software programs.

Before entering Treson College, she lived a life of uncertainty, barely scraping by, no different from a homeless person living under a bridge.

Those smartphones that cost thousands of dollars and can smoothly run large games and high-definition videos.

For her, it was a luxury item that only existed in shop windows.

"Dislike" is the best excuse for poetry and wine to maintain their dignity.

Lingzuan Qibao didn't understand the deeper meaning; she simply thought it was her aloof roommate's unique quirk.

"I see... Xiao Jiu is indeed a very self-disciplined person."