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

The ticket lay there quietly, waiting to be picked up by someone else.

Poetry and wine reach out, pick up the tickets and route map, and carefully put them into their pockets.

The paper feels incredibly realistic.

'Since you've already agreed, you can't go back on your word.'

She stood up, picked up her tray, and walked towards the return area.

The cafeteria was still bustling with activity, and a wonderful feeling welled up in my heart, filled with poetry and wine.

Am I looking forward to it? To tomorrow's match? Or... to seeing Naritaji?

She shook her head, suppressing those thoughts.

……

evening.

Back in the room, Shi and Jiu sat on the edge of the bed.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

The afterglow of the setting sun streamed through the window, casting a warm orange glow into the room.

She took out the ticket and the route map that Narita had drawn for her from her pocket and placed them on the table.

Poetry and Wine stared blankly at the things on the table.

'She probably wouldn't be the type to shout her classmates' names after winning, would she?'

The mere thought of that scene made her uneasy.

Poetry and wine: Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

'No, I can't think too much.'

'Since I've already agreed, I can't let her down.'

She opened her eyes and looked at the ticket.

Then, she stood up and walked to the wardrobe.

She opened the wardrobe and looked at the clothes hanging inside.

Most of them were school uniforms, along with a few simple casual clothes.

What should I wear tomorrow?

She hesitated for a moment, and finally chose an unusually plain set of casual clothes.

The anthropomorphic outfits still feature the themes of poetry and wine.

Simple, low-key, and inconspicuous.

She put the clothes on the bed, then sat back down on the edge of the bed.

The black-haired girl looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky with some boredom.

Outside the window, the sun had completely set, and night had fallen.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Poetry and wine sit in the darkness, gazing at the night sky outside the window.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery-white patch of light on the floor.

She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

And so, the black-haired horse girl fell into a pitch-black dream.

……

Match day.

Poetry and wine awakened long ago.

Main character: Chapter 286 Heading to the Racecourse

To be precise, Poetry and Wine barely slept last night.

Various images kept replaying in her mind.

The appearance of the racetrack, and the crowd in the stands.

and also……

A blonde girl running on the track.

She sat up and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Narita said the match would start at 5 p.m.

To get from Tokyo to Hanshin Racecourse, you need to take the Shinkansen, which takes about three hours.

If you factor in the time spent finding your way and getting in...

She will probably need to leave around 1 p.m.

We have six hours left to depart.

Poetry and wine got out of bed, walked to the window, and looked out.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the campus was still very quiet.

In the distance, several early-rising racehorse girls were already doing their morning exercises at the training ground.

She calmed herself down, turned and walked to the wardrobe, then picked up the clothes she had prepared the night before.

After changing her clothes, Shi Yu Jiu walked to the mirror.

I still look thin in the mirror.

The black hoodie hung loosely on her body, making her look exceptionally petite.

'This way... it shouldn't attract too much attention, right?'

With that thought in mind, she turned and walked toward the table.

The audience ticket and route map were on the table.

She picked them up and carefully put them in her pocket.

Then, she glanced at the time.

Let's go have breakfast first...

With these thoughts in mind, Poetry and Wine pushed open the door and stepped out of the room.

……

There weren't many people in the cafeteria. On Saturday morning, most students were still asleep. Only a few racehorse girls who had to participate in training or competitions would get up early.

Poetry and Wine, holding their plates, sat in a corner.

The plate contains breakfast prepared according to a nutrition plan.

Whole wheat bread, boiled eggs, milk, and a fruit salad.

She picked up the bread and took a bite.

But it tasted bland and tasteless.

Poetry and Wine's attention was completely off the food; her mind was replaying the upcoming racetrack trip.

and also……

The issue of transportation costs.

The fare for the Shinkansen (bullet train).

This problem has been bothering her since last night. Narita Road gave her a ticket for the stands, but not for the transportation.

Poetry and wine currently generate no income; there is absolutely no money.

'what to do……'

She took a bite of her bread, lost in thought.

'Maybe... we shouldn't go?'

The thought flashed through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it, after all, she couldn't easily break a promise she had already made.

Poetry and Wine somewhat anxiously put down the bread and looked at the food on the plate.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

How much money is left in the bank card the chairman gave me?

She took out her bank card from her pocket and glanced at it.

Previously, due to concerns about repaying the debt, Poetry and Wine had been reluctant to spend much money. According to the chairman's previous statements, there should be a considerable amount of money involved.

'That should make it affordable.'

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Poetry and Wine continued eating the food on their plates.

Although it still tasted bland, she forced herself to finish it bite by bite.

……

10:00 AM.

Poetry and wine stand on the Shinkansen platform at Tokyo Station.

There were crowds of people coming and going all around.

There were travelers dragging suitcases, office workers in suits, and families with children.

Everyone was in a hurry, heading towards their respective destinations.

Poetry and wine stand out as insignificant among the crowd.

She looked down at the train ticket in her hand.

[Tokyo → Shin-Osaka]

Because I bought the discounted ticket using my student status in Tresson, the price was indeed much cheaper.

Even so, it almost depleted her meager savings.

To ensure her life would continue normally, she was hesitant to use the money in the bank card the chairman had given her.

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath and walked towards the platform.

Soon, the Shinkansen pulled into the station, its white body gleaming in the sunlight.

The doors opened, and passengers boarded one after another. Poetry and Wine followed behind the crowd, slowly entering the carriage.

She found her seat, a window seat.

She sat down and looked out the window.

There were still many people on the platform. Some were waving goodbye, some were rushing to catch their trains, and some were just standing quietly.

The car doors closed quickly.

The Shinkansen slowly started moving.

The scenery outside the window began to move.

From the platform, to the station, and then to the city streets.

Everything is moving backward rapidly.

Poetry and Wine looked out the window without speaking.

Her expression was calm, without much tension or unease.

'Let's go watch the Narita-Road game.'

She leaned back in her seat, thinking this.