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

Narita looked at her, and the smile on his lips became even gentler.

"By the way, Sake-san."

She suddenly remembered something, put down her chopsticks, and took out a beautifully printed audience ticket from her pocket.

It was printed with the words "Hanshin Racecourse" and the date and time of the race.

"These are the spectator tickets for Saturday's game."

She placed the ticket on the table and carefully pushed it towards Poetry and Wine.

"I'll hold this for you. If you decide to come, just take this ticket with you."

Poetry and Wine looked at the ticket and remained silent for a few seconds.

The ticket lay quietly on the table.

The white paper was slightly reflective under the light.

"I haven't decided yet."

She said softly, without reaching for the ticket.

"It's ok."

Narita smiled and picked up her chopsticks to start eating her lunch.

"Whether Jiu Sang comes or not, I will try my best to run."

"To live up to the expectations of everyone who has always supported me, I will do my best in my match."

She paused, then looked up, her purple-gold eyes gazing intently at the poem and the wine.

"I would be even happier if you could come."

Poetry and Wine stared at the ticket, but didn't reach out to take it.

"I'll think about it."

"Ok!"

Narita nodded vigorously, his smile growing even brighter.

"Then I'll wait for Mr. Jiu's reply!"

Then she began to focus on eating her lunch.

Main character: Chapter 285 Audience

The two ate their meal in silence, neither of them speaking.

The cafeteria was bustling with laughter and the clatter of cutlery.

Poetry and Wine continued eating the food on her plate, her gaze occasionally drifting to Narita Road across the street.

The other person also occasionally looked back at the poems and wine.

Every time their eyes met, Narita would give a gentle smile.

The blonde girl's smile was natural, without any hint of forcedness.

It's like... you naturally smile when you see a friend.

Poetry and wine always make me quickly look away, as I'm a little unsure how to face them.

The noise in the cafeteria continued.

The sounds of plates clattering, laughter, and distant broadcasts filled the air.

But in their little corner, there was a wonderful quiet.

Poetry and Wine continued eating the food on their plates.

Naritaji was also focused on eating his lunch.

She would occasionally raise her head, glance gently at the poetry and wine, and then lower her head again to continue eating her lunch.

Narita didn't speak, but quietly kept the poetry and wine company.

Time passed by, second by second.

Poetry and Wine watched as the food on the plate dwindled.

The last piece of grilled fish, the last mouthful of rice, the last spoonful of miso soup.

She ate it all.

She put down her chopsticks, stared at the empty plate, and paused for a moment.

'Do we still need to make a decision?'

The black-haired girl's gaze fell on the audience ticket on the table.

The racetrack ticket lay there quietly.

The white paper shone slightly under the light.

Poetry and Wine stared at the words on the ticket and remained silent for a while.

Then, she looked up at Narita Road.

Narita was also looking at her.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

The blonde girl's purple-gold eyes held a mixture of anticipation and a touch of nervousness.

Her posture suggested she was waiting for some important answer.

Poetry and wine opened their mouths.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

She lowered her head and looked at the ticket.

'To go or not to go?'

This question had echoed in her mind countless times.

She should repay the other party's kindness.

Poetry and wine are intertwined as the fingers tap lightly on the table.

One, two, three...

The girl's fair fingers turned slightly red from tapping unintentionally.

a long time.

She took a deep breath.

Then, she looked up at Narita Road.

"I go."

Poetry and wine spoke softly.

Narita Road paused for a moment.

Then, a bright smile bloomed on her face.

"really?"

Her voice rose slightly with excitement.

"Saku-san is really willing to come watch my match?!"

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine nodded.

"I will go."

"Great!"

Narita clenched his fist excitedly.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiu!"

Her eyes sparkled with joy.

"I will run as hard as I can, and I will definitely not let you down."

Looking at her joyful face, Poetry and Wine felt a surge of complex emotions.

'You won't let me down...'

She couldn't help but think of the Diamond Treasure.

He had already disappointed that silver-haired girl once.

Do I really have the right to expect anything from others?

The poem and the wine were not spoken aloud; his dark eyes simply gazed silently at Narita Road.

A pure smile radiated from the golden-haired girl's face.

"Oh, right."

Narita suddenly remembered something.

"Does Mr. Jiu know how to get to Hanshin Racecourse?"

"..."

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, though she knew how to get there because of the Hanshin Grand Prix.

"I……"

"It's ok."

Narita waved his hand and smiled.

"It takes about two and a half hours to get there from the academy by Shinkansen!"

She paused for a moment.

"However, as a contestant, I need to arrive early to prepare, so I need to leave early."

She glanced at the time.

"I'll probably be leaving around 11 a.m.

"If it's Sake-san, leaving around 1 p.m. should be enough time!"

She took a piece of paper out of her pocket, wrote something on it, and then handed it to Poetry and Wine.

"This is the route via the Shinkansen. Just remember the number of stops and follow this route, Mr. Jiu!"

Poetry and Wine took the paper and looked at the simple route map on it.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Narita smiled even more broadly.

"Then it's a deal! See you at the racetrack!"

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine nodded.

Narita glanced at the time, stood up, and picked up his plate.

"Then I'll go return the tray first."

She waved.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Jiu!"

"See you tomorrow."

As Shi Yujiu watched her departing figure, a complex mix of emotions welled up within him.

She lowered her head and looked at the audience ticket and route map on the table.