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

"Well then, Poetry and Wine, please be at the medical center on time at 2 PM."

"Ichiro Ardan said with a smile."

"If you have any questions, please feel free to contact the medical center."

"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you to come all this way to deliver the notification."

Poetry and Wine folded the notice and stuffed it into their pocket.

"It's okay, I was just at the medical center getting my condition checked, so I just picked it up."

Meguro Ardan smiled and nodded, then turned and left.

The classroom returned to its previous lively atmosphere.

Narita looked at the poetry and wine, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, she chose to remain silent.

The golden-haired class monitor gently patted Poetry and Wine on the shoulder.

"Good luck, Mr. Jiu!"

She said it softly, then turned and walked to her seat.

Poetry and Wine stood there somewhat bewildered, looking down at the schoolbag in their hands.

She turned to look at the somewhat silent Naritaji, then glanced at her own schoolbag.

For some reason, I felt a vague unease in my chest.

The black-haired girl took a deep breath, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and walked out of the classroom.

……

1:50 PM.

Poetry and Wine stood in the corridor on the third floor of the medical center, holding a medical examination notice that had been folded several times.

The corridor was quiet, the white tiled floor was spotless, reflecting the overhead lights.

A faint smell of disinfectant filled the air.

She stared at a door at the end of the corridor marked "Testing Room" and sighed.

Poetry and Wine looked down at the notice in their hands; the words printed on it were quite clear under the direct light.

Inspection item: Determination of standardization

She shrugged helplessly and walked toward the testing room.

"Poetry and wine as classmates?"

A gentle female voice came from the testing room.

Poetry and Wine looked up and saw a middle-aged female doctor in a white coat standing at the door with a gentle smile on her face.

"Please come in."

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine nodded and went inside.

The testing room was cleaner than I had imagined.

In addition to standard medical examination equipment—height and weight measuring instruments, blood pressure monitors, and stethoscopes.

In the center of the room stood a silver-white instrument with a semi-transparent sensor panel emitting a soft, pale blue light.

"Hello, Poetry and Wine. I am Dr. Yamada, who is in charge of the freshmen physical examinations."

Dr. Yamada closed the door, walked to the computer, and pulled up an electronic medical record.

"Today we're going to do a 'standardization degree' test. This is a test used to assess the physical maturity of racehorse girls. The process is simple, so don't be nervous."

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine nodded, their gaze falling on the instrument.

'It looks pretty high-tech...'

'I don't remember having this during my first physical exam.'

"Before we begin, I need to ask you a few questions."

Dr. Yamada turned his head, his tone gentle.

How have you been feeling lately? Have you been experiencing any discomfort?

"I don't have a good appetite."

Poetry and wine answer truthfully.

"When did it start?"

"It's been a long time."

Dr. Yamada was making notes on the computer, his brow furrowed slightly.

"What about sleep? How many hours do you sleep each day?"

"About five or six hours."

"Ah."

Dr. Yamada glanced at her.

"Your dark circles are quite pronounced, and your complexion isn't great either. But let's get checked out first, and then we can discuss things in more detail."

"it is good."

Poetry and wine breathed a sigh of relief.

At least this doctor isn't the type to lecture endlessly.

Dr. Yamada walked to the silver-white instrument and pressed a few buttons.

The instrument emitted a low hum, and the blue light on the translucent sensor panel became even brighter.

"You just need to place your hand on this sensor panel and stay relaxed. The whole process takes about five to eight minutes."

"understood."

Poetry and Wine walked up to the instrument and placed their hands on the sensor panel.

The board felt warm and smooth to the touch.

She closed her eyes, trying to relax.

The instrument started operating.

The blue light became brighter, and concentric circles of light waves spread outward from the center of the sensor panel.

Poetry and wine can feel a faint electric current coming from the palm of the hand, spreading along the arm to the whole body, a little itchy, but not uncomfortable.

'This feels a little strange.'

She thought to herself.

'It's like getting a full-body massage?'

Time passed second by second.

The only sounds in the room were the low hum of the instruments and the occasional beeping.

Dr. Yamada stood in front of the computer, staring at the constantly updating data on the screen.

At first, her expression was calm.

But as the data continued to be updated, her brows furrowed more and more.

"This……"

She muttered to herself, her fingers rapidly tapping on the keyboard.

"How could this be..."

Poetry and Wine heard her voice, but did not open their eyes.

The sensation of electricity flowing through her body unconsciously reminded her of the time when she was in her previous world, when she was fully authentic.

At that time, my body underwent some changes.

He's grown taller and his physique has become slightly more mature.

Although he's still not very tall, at least he no longer looks like a child at first glance.

But now...

Poetry and Wine glanced down at themselves.

She still has a slender figure.

'Um? '

She froze for a moment.

'If the level of realism is really high...'

Logically, there should be changes in the body.

Why...am I still so small?

She raised her hand and looked at her slender arm.

The fingers are long and thin with distinct knuckles, and they look like they have no strength at all.

'Is this really what it looks like after being formally established?'

'Why does he seem...like a child?'

She sighed helplessly.

Just then.

"drop--"

The instrument emitted a crisp beep.

The blue light on the sensor panel gradually dimmed, indicating the evaluation was complete.

Poetry and Wine opened their eyes, withdrew their hands, leaving a faint red mark on their palms.

She turned her head and looked at Dr. Yamada.

Dr. Yamada's expression was somewhat complicated at that moment.

"what happened?"

Poetry and wine are the way to seek answers.

Is there a problem?

Dr. Yamada was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath.

Main character: Chapter 280 The healthiest person

"Poetry and Wine, my friend... how true to your character..."

She paused for a moment.

"Judging from various physiological indicators, your physical development is already very close to being fully mature."

Poetry and wine were stunned.

Her hand was still suspended in mid-air, and she hadn't even had time to adjust the posture she had just taken from the sensor panel.

"what?"

Completely authentic?

She subconsciously glanced down at herself.

She was wearing her school uniform, but the collar was loose and didn't hold up at all.

The sleeves were a bit long, and the fabric was bunched up at the wrists, making it look like the clothes were a size too big.