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

The students in the corridor were discussing the physical fitness test that afternoon.

Poetry and Wine walked at the back, their dark eyes fixed on the backs of the two people ahead.

Naritaji was still excitedly talking about something, gesturing wildly like a happy little sun.

Ai Mu walked quietly beside her, occasionally nodding in response to her words.

'Training together, physical fitness test.'

Poetry and wine silently repeated these words in my heart.

She suddenly realized—

Since coming into this world, since stepping into this academy, it seems that I am entangled with the two people in front of me again.

'Going back two generations...'

'never mind.'

She sighed inwardly, her fingers clenching tightly in her pocket.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Anyway... there's no turning back now.

Sunlight streamed through the corridor windows, illuminating the somewhat pale face of the black horsewoman.

She had no idea what direction her future would take.

'At first, they just said they were waiting for their bodies to be repaired…'

Poetry and wine were troubling him.

Image: "Admiring Orihime", Location: "Images/1772383683-100457638-114524375.jpg"

P.S.: I added a picture of the Zhongshan Celebration in Chapter 215. By the way, why didn't anyone guess that the Zhongshan Celebration had intercepted the victory halfway through?

Main character: Chapter 276 Training

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The winter sun was still bright, but it was no longer as warm as it was at noon.

A cold wind, carrying a slightly biting chill, blew in from the edge of the training field.

A number of students have already gathered at the main training ground.

The students on the training field were mostly doing warm-up exercises or chatting in small groups.

Several people who were not feeling well sat in the stands, waiting for the test to begin while discussing who would get a good result.

Poetry and Wine stood at the edge of the track, hands in the pockets of his tracksuit, carefully observing the grass field before him.

The green grass gleamed slightly in the sunlight, and the white railings stretched out endlessly.

'track……'

Her thoughts drifted into the distance.

'I don't know what happened after I fainted at Tokyo Racecourse.'

'No matter who it is, there will still be someone in that world who cares about me...'

'I……'

Her thoughts suddenly paused.

Why am I thinking about these things here?

Why...did I start caring about things in this world?

A vague sense of unease rose from the bottom of my heart.

then……

“Sister Jiu, here, here.”

Naritaji's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Poetry and Wine turned around and saw that Narita had changed into his sportswear and was doing warm-up stretches by the track, waving at her as he stretched.

Perhaps considering that the two were not too close but not unfamiliar either, Narita chose to use the suffix "san" directly.

Seeing the bright smile on Narita Road's face, Poetry and Wine's eyes darkened.

When did it start?

'They're not even the same person, are they?'

Ai Musou Orihime was also quietly preparing nearby.

Poetry and wine have passed.

"Sister Jiu, aren't you going to warm up?"

Narita stopped what he was doing and looked at her with some concern.

"If you run directly, you will get injured."

"understood."

Poetry and Wine nodded, then simply stretched their wrists and ankles on the spot.

Her movements were very standard; she didn't look like a beginner at all.

"Did you...train often before?"

Narita asked curiously, his purple-gold eyes filled with doubt.

"You seem very familiar with these things."

"It is."

Poetry and wine gave a brief answer, without saying much more.

But her fingers tightened slightly inside her pocket.

'I can't have anything to do with them anymore.'

She bit her lip.

Even if it is very similar to another world, there is no doubt that the lover Orihime and Naritaji in this world should be independent individuals.

'I have no right to treat them as substitutes for someone else.'

This realization filled her with a sense of panic.

Just like the diamond treasures of that world.

'no……'

Just then—

"Attention, students!"

A loud voice echoed throughout the training ground through the loudspeaker.

The coach stood in the stands, holding a whiteboard, and began explaining the rules of the test.

"Today's physical fitness test includes three events: a 2,400-meter long-distance run, a 1,000-meter sprint, and an endurance test. The results will be recorded and used as a basis for adjusting your training plan."

"Please take this seriously, but don't push yourself too hard. If you feel unwell, feel free to raise your hand."

"The first event is the 2,400-meter race. Students participating in the test, please assemble at the starting line."

There were about twenty students standing at the starting line.

Those who can stand in the center of Treisen are all elite racehorse girls, with exceptionally formidable physical abilities.

The 2,400-meter race is just the basic amount of training they do every day, but they still need to take it seriously, since it is related to the formulation of training plans and their future eligibility to compete.

Poetry and Wine stood in the middle to back of the group, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his eyes staring blankly at the grass track in front of him.

Narita stood next to her, doing her final warm-up, her ponytail swaying gently with her movements.

Ai Musou stood on the other side, as quiet as a statue, with only the slight rise and fall of her chest indicating that she was still breathing.

The coach put the whistle in his mouth.

"Everyone, get ready—"

Everyone got into their starting positions.

Poetry and wine also bend slightly, shifting their center of gravity forward.

"preparation--"

"Qu—"

The instant the whistle blew.

Everyone rushed out immediately, like arrows released from a bow.

The sound of horseshoes striking the grass exploded in the air, and several figures were running across the grass.

Poetry and wine, like the other horse girls, stirred.

Her leg muscles tensed instantly, unleashing astonishing power that propelled her body forward.

The wind whistled past my ears, and the sunlight shimmered before my eyes.

The grass receded rapidly beneath my feet, each step revealing a soft and springy touch.

One kilometer.

Poetry and wine maintained a steady pace, running in the middle of the pack.

Ahead of us were several students who were clearly good at long distances, and they were leading the race at a fairly fast pace.

Narita Road is also ahead; although not in the top tier, it is running very steadily.

She admired Orihime, who was a few figures behind her.

Poetry and wine could hear her slightly heavy breathing.

Two kilometers.

The breath of poetry and wine remains steady.

The last kilometer.

The students at the front began to accelerate, entering the final sprint stage.

Narita Road also picked up speed, with ponytails flying behind.

Scattered cheers could be heard from the stands.

"come on."

"Charge!"

"boom--!"

The timer at the finish line went off.

Poetry and wine crossed the finish line and came to a stop.

"2 minutes and 47 seconds!"

The coach watched the timer and recorded her score.

"Good results. Poetry and Wine classmate, you're maintaining a great state of mind."

Poetry and Wine nodded, but said nothing.

She walked to the side, bent down, placed her hands on her knees, and adjusted her breathing.

2 minutes 47 seconds.

For the 2400 meters, this is a slightly above-average result.

The next tests will be the 1,000-meter sprint and the students' endurance tests.

Both the poem and the wine were completed with the same attitude, and the results were quite good, but the black horse didn't seem to take them very seriously.

The coach stood by the track, holding a scoreboard, scanning the densely packed data on it.