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

She didn't press the matter further, and the dormitory fell silent.

After a while, Lingzuan Qibao tidied up the wrapping paper, took her toothbrush and cup, and went to wash up.

The water made a splashing sound for a while.

After washing up, the Diamond Treasure, still feeling refreshed and moist, climbed into her bed.

She glanced at the wall clock.

'I have a theory exam tomorrow...'

'I'm just an ordinary horse girl; I need to get enough sleep.'

"I won't stay up late tonight."

She muttered something under her breath and turned off her bedside lamp.

Soon, even, long breaths filled the room.

With a touch of wisdom that makes her appear carefree, the sturgeon-haired girl is just like the thoughtful poet and wine on the other bed.

In the quiet night of Tressen, we both drifted into a deep dream.

……

Morning light streamed through the gaps in the pale beige curtains.

The fine gold dust was sprinkled on the pillow.

Poetry and Wine's eyelashes trembled, and it slowly opened its eyes.

The moment my gaze focused, what came into view was an unfamiliar expanse of pure white.

There was no familiar wood grain pattern in the dormitory room; only a simple ceiling light hung there all alone.

'...Ah, it's an unfamiliar ceiling.'

The brain is still in a chaotic state, as if it has just been turned on.

A classic line unconsciously came to mind when I thought about poetry and wine.

"call--"

Poetry and wine stretched, trying to shake off the stiffness of last night's deep sleep.

My arms stretched out, the blanket slipped off, and the coolness began to touch my skin.

Poetry and wine, along with a touch of drowsiness, made me vaguely lift the covers and step barefoot onto the floor.

The texture underfoot wasn't the somewhat worn wooden flooring of Lidongliao, but rather cool, smooth ceramic tiles.

"...?"

and many more.

The movement froze for a second, and the gears in the brain began to mesh.

Not right.

The rhythmic breathing that belonged to Diamond Treasure disappeared.

There was no lingering aroma of donuts from last night in the air, nor the familiar scent of two people living together.

It's so quiet here...

Poetry and wine suddenly brought me back to my senses, and the faint drowsiness was instantly thrown to the winds.

"Eh—!!?"

Her deep black eyes widened, her pupils contracted sharply, and she quickly looked around.

This is a completely unfamiliar studio apartment.

The decorating style is so simple it could be described as cold.

White walls, gray sofa, open kitchen.

Everything was in perfect order, as clean as a newly renovated showroom, exuding a lifeless, stagnant atmosphere.

"This isn't the dorm... have I been kidnapped?"

Although he was inwardly flustered, his long-term independent life allowed him to quickly calm down with poetry and wine.

She immediately got up and began searching the room for any clues that could help her understand the situation.

My gaze was fixed on a desk by the window.

There were many items neatly arranged there, standing out prominently on the large table, as if they were waiting for her to discover them.

Poetry and wine walked quickly past.

The first thing that catches the eye is a work ID with a dark blue lanyard.

She picked it up, her fingertips touching the coolness of the hard plastic card holder.

Upon closer inspection, the people in the photo…

is her?

Poetry and wine's pupils contracted slightly.

The person in the photo is indeed her—long hair with black and white highlights, a cold expression, and an undeniable black horsehair on her head.

But she wasn't wearing Tresson's school uniform; instead, she was dressed in a smart and professional business suit.

Below the photo, two lines of text in bold were printed:

[Trexon Academy - Central Trainer]

[Name: Poetry and Wine]

"…ha?"

Poetry and wine felt utterly perplexed, their brows furrowed into a deep frown.

I was sleeping in my dorm yesterday.

How did I wake up one morning to find myself a trainer sitting in an office?

She put down her documents and continued searching on the table.

Next to it was a thick leather notebook, the cover of which was worn and looked like it had been used for some time.

She opened the notebook, and on the first page was someone's diary written in the exact same handwriting as hers.

【October 2rd sunny

The doctor issued another verdict today.

If my heart continues to race, I might not even see the cherry blossoms next spring.

Besides, an ordinary female horse like me, no matter how hard I run, I probably won't achieve any results.

I can not be reconciled.

I'm really not reconciled.

I also want to feel the wind whistling in my ears and experience the sensation of the soil cracking under my feet.

But if this body is destined not to cross the finish line itself, then let's try another way.

If only I could be a little closer to that green field, even just a little closer... even if it's just standing outside the fence.

I received an offer of admission from Treson College today.

I am no longer a useless person who can only lie in a hospital bed.

I am a trainer of poetry and wine.

I will definitely find a child who can carry all my dreams.

I will use my knowledge and my soul to train her into the best racehorse girl...

Records will be kept from the moment I joined the company.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 32 Ah? We know each other? (Please add to your favorites and follow along)

Reading these passionate words, Poetry and Wine couldn't help but twitch their lips twice.

'This feels like the character introductions sent to players before the start of a murder mystery game.'

Poetry and wine silently complained to themselves, their fingers gripping the edge of the book pages with slight pressure.

Just then, it seemed as if it realized that the poem and the wine had been read.

"Splash—"

In a room with the doors and windows tightly closed and no wind at all, the leather notebook suddenly and strangely began to turn its pages on its own.

Poetry and Wine took a half step back in surprise, their eyes fixed on the book.

The book stopped at a brand new blank page.

Then, it was as if an invisible pen was writing.

Dark blue ink appeared out of thin air, the handwriting flowing and carrying a playful tone.

{Gao Duofeng's Arabic Studies}

{Hehe, you must be wondering about this now, right?}

Don't panic, this is just the effect of the Friend Card I mentioned.

This is a "scripted world" built upon the real world, belonging only to you and one other person.

This is a "trial version" of life that I specially prepared for you.

{To leave here, the rules are simple:}

{Find that "partner" who, like you, is lost in this world.}

{As her personal trainer, complete four heart-touching events to deepen your bond.}

Only when two hearts truly draw near will the exit of dreams fully open.

However, I'm kind-hearted; after you complete a few events, you'll have a month-long break to return to the real world.

{Friendly reminder: Suicide won't work. You are immortal in this world; you can only die after completing four events.}

Good morning, Poetry and Wine Trainer, your partner is waiting for you.

After the last stroke was written, the blue writing vanished into the air like smoke.

Before the poet and the wine could even process this information.

"Om-!"

A massive torrent of memories that did not belong to her rushed into her mind without warning.

That's everything about "the trainer's poetry and wine".

Complex horse girl physiology, tactical analysis models, and nutritional ratios.

And her schedule this morning.

"Well--!!"

The intense throbbing pain turned Shi Yujiu's face deathly pale instantly.

She let out a painful groan, clutching her head tightly with both hands as if it were about to split open, her body swaying as she leaned against the table.

Countless images flashed before my eyes, as if hundreds of gigabytes of data had been forcibly crammed into them.

After a long while, the pain slowly subsided.

Poetry and Wine, panting heavily, straightened up, leaning on the table for support.

She looked out the window with a complicated expression, where she could vaguely see the outline of the Treson College teaching building.

The trainer's memories of poetry and wine told her.

A few days ago, I met a female racehorse enthusiast who was about to make her debut.

Furthermore, the trainers, Shi and Jiu, wanted to cultivate each other.

They then discussed and made an agreement with the other party.