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

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The following morning.

In a classroom at Treson Academy.

Sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, casting bright patches of light on the desks.

The blackboard was covered with densely packed training theories, and the chalk writing was covered in dust in the sunlight.

The teacher on the podium is explaining strategies for allocating energy in Uma Musume, her voice rising and falling with intonation, and occasionally tapping the blackboard with chalk to emphasize key points.

Most of the students in the classroom were listening attentively.

Some students were writing furiously in their notebooks, staring thoughtfully at the blackboard, while a few sitting in the back row were secretly yawning.

Poetry and Wine sat by the window, his hands clasped on the table, staring blankly at the blackboard.

But her gaze did not focus on the handwriting.

"The core of the physical exertion strategy lies in rationally planning the speed at each stage based on the track distance and one's own characteristics..."

The teacher's voice seemed to come through a thick layer of glass, becoming somewhat muffled.

Poetry and wine heard these words, but they didn't really listen.

This knowledge, theory, strategy...

She already knew all along.

After all, one of them has memories of being a trainer, and the other is that Poetry and Wine herself is a G1 horse girl, so the content of the class is too childish for her.

'We must maintain distance.'

The determination I made yesterday is still echoing in my mind.

'I can't get involved with anyone anymore.'

'I can't leave myself with any more worries.'

Her fingers curled up unconsciously, her nails scraping lightly against the tabletop, making a soft sound.

"Poetry and wine as classmates?"

The teacher's voice, filled with doubt, suddenly rang out.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment before realizing that the teacher was calling them.

She looked up and met the teacher's eyes, which held a hint of concern.

"Poetry and Wine, you seem a bit distracted today. Are you feeling unwell?"

The other students in the classroom also turned around, their eyes all falling on her.

Poetry and wine felt a sudden unease.

"fine."

She gave a brief, indifferent reply.

"Excuse me, teacher, I was a little distracted."

"is it?"

The teacher frowned, a hint of worry appearing in her eyes.

"Yesterday's physical fitness test was indeed quite intense. If you feel unwell, you can go to the infirmary to rest."

"No need, I'm fine."

Poetry and Wine lowered their heads, avoiding the teacher's gaze.

"OK then."

The teacher hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"If you feel unwell, please raise your hand and let me know."

"Ah."

The teacher turned around and continued the lesson.

The other students' attention gradually returned to the blackboard.

Only Naritaji, sitting in front of the poetry and wine pavilion, turned his head and secretly glanced at her, his purple-gold eyes filled with worry.

Poetry and wine noticed each other's concerned gaze.

But she did not look up and respond.

He just kept his head down, silently staring at the bright spot of light on the table.

Time passed by, second by second.

The course continued.

The teacher spoke eloquently on the podium, leaving neat lines of chalk on the blackboard.

The students were taking notes as usual.

Only poetry and wine seem to be isolated from the world.

She kept her hands folded on the table, staring blankly ahead.

The black-haired girl would occasionally blink.

But most of the time, she remained motionless, like a statue.

'We must keep our distance...'

'I can't get involved with anyone...'

These thoughts kept repeating in my mind, constantly battering the walls of my heart.

"Ring ring—"

The bell rang suddenly, interrupting her thoughts.

"Okay, that's all for today's lesson."

The teacher put down the pointer and patted the chalk dust off his hands.

"Everyone, remember to review what we learned today. There will be a quiz next class."

"Yes--"

The students responded sparsely, then began packing their bags.

The classroom suddenly became lively.

Poetry and Wine remained seated, staring at the table, her dark eyes unfocused.

"Jiusang."

A familiar voice rang out.

Poetry and wine stiffened slightly.

She looked up and saw Narita standing next to her seat. The golden-haired girl had a gentle smile on her face, but her eyes were full of worry.

"How are you?"

Narita asked in a very careful and soft voice.

“You seemed a little off during class just now…”

"I am fine."

Poetry and Wine didn't know how to answer, so they could only silently lower their heads and begin tidying up the textbooks on the table.

"Really?"

Naritaji was not dismissed by this perfunctory answer.

She crouched down, her gaze level with that of the poem and the wine, her purplish-gold eyes intently fixed on her.

"Shu-san, if you have any troubles, you can talk to me. I don't know if I can help, but at least... I can listen to you."

The actions of poetry and wine came to a halt.

She stared at the textbook in her hand and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, she shook her head.

"It's really nothing."

She stood up, picked up her schoolbag, and prepared to leave.

"I'm just a little tired."

"I'm not worth your concern."

"Jiusang——"

Naritaji wanted to say something more, but just then—

"Poetry and wine as companions?"

An unfamiliar voice came from the classroom doorway.

They both turned their heads at the same time.

A blue-haired girl in a school uniform stood at the door, holding a folder in her hand, looking around.

"Excuse me, which one of you is Poetry and Wine classmate?"

"I'm."

Poetry and Wine frowned and stepped forward.

"Is there something you need?"

"Hello, this is Meguro Ardan. This is a notice from the school clinic."

The blue-haired girl smiled politely and handed her a piece of paper.

"This is your medical examination notice. Dr. Yamada from the medical center would like you to come for a professional medical examination at 2 PM today."

Poetry and Wine took the paper and glanced at it.

[Tracey Academy Medical Center - Physical Examination Notice]

Student Name: Poetry and Wine

Inspection item: Determination of standardization

Time: 2:00 PM today

Location: Medical Center Testing Room

Note: Please come on an empty stomach and bring your student ID. Biochemical testing is a mandatory test for all new students.

"Standardized measurement?"

Naritaji curiously leaned closer and looked at the notice.

"Didn't we already do this when we enrolled? Why do we have to do it again?"

Main character: Chapter 279 Why another physical exam?

"I heard from the doctors that this student was a transfer student and had not had a complete freshman physical examination before."

Megumi Ardan explained.

"Therefore, it is necessary to perform normalization tests and other routine examinations."

"I see."

Narita nodded, then looked at the poem and wine with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Saku-san, I remember that a physical development test can help you understand your physical development. Maybe you can even see if there are any areas you need to pay attention to."

Poetry and wine offered no response.

She stared at the notice, her brows furrowing slightly involuntarily.

Benchmarking determination...