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

She simply sat there quietly.

'...'

Poetry and Wine looked around at the scenery with a bit of boredom.

She wasn't sure if she was more inspiring than the enthusiastic audience.

Perhaps she was just one of the many spectators on Narita Road.

The cheers gradually subsided.

The screen continued to display introductions of the other contestants.

But the atmosphere in the audience had already been ignited.

Everyone is looking forward to Naritaji's performance.

We look forward to the most popular character, Ma Musume, rightfully taking the victory.

'Can she...handle these expectations?'

Poetry and Wine watched all this with a calm expression, but her hands unconsciously clenched tighter.

In her memory, Naritaji never refused anyone's request and was someone who naturally carried the expectations of others.

This kind of personality must be very tiring, right?

Poetry and wine left no time for further thought.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the match is about to begin!"

The commentator's energetic voice came from the radio, interrupting her thoughts.

"Today is the rookie debut competition, with a total of fourteen contestants participating!"

"Among them, the most popular player is Naritaji!"

Another cheer erupted from the audience.

The cheers this time were even more enthusiastic and exciting than before.

The match is about to begin.

Poetry and wine gaze upon the racetrack.

At this moment, the contestants are already ready behind the gate.

Fourteen figures stood in a row, each making preparations before the competition.

Some people were stretching their wrists, while others were jogging in place to warm up.

Poetry and wine immediately brought me to Narita Road.

Golden hair, matching outfits for both victory and defeat.

However, her protagonist-like demeanor made her stand out among the group of contestants.

Main character: Chapter 288 Debut Competition

Narita stood next to the gate with his hands at his sides.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Her expression was serious, devoid of her usual relaxed smile, and her purplish-gold eyes looked exceptionally bright at that moment.

The girl's eyes shone with determination as she stared intently at the track ahead.

Poetry and Wine looked at her, and an indescribable emotion welled up in their hearts.

She had no expectations for the outcome of the competition, after all, she wasn't particularly attached to winning or losing.

However, a subtle feeling arose in her heart.

Although I don't know how it will turn out, I will still silently say "poetry and wine" in my heart.

'come on.'

She whispered in her heart.

This is her most genuine thought at this moment.

Let's wait and see.

The commentator's expectant voice broke the silence on the track.

Fourteen contestants entered the gate simultaneously.

The horse girls inside the gate began their final preparations.

Lean your body slightly forward, place your weight on the balls of your feet, and let your hands hang at your sides with your fingers slightly spread.

A pair of bright eyes were fixed on the front, their gaze fixed on the distance of the track.

The entire racecourse suddenly fell silent; all the laughter and chatter ceased.

The audience held their breath, waiting for the moment the gates would open.

Poetry and Wine also looked at the race track, her gaze falling on the gate where Narita Road was located.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Every second felt incredibly long.

The people in the stands held their breath, waiting for the game to begin.

Then--

"boom!"

All the gates opened at once, the sudden sound echoing throughout the racetrack.

The athletes rushed out of the gate at the same time.

Fourteen figures shot out like arrows released from a bow.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the stands.

"Charge!" "Go for it!" "Run!"

The voices of the audience merged into a huge wave of sound, constantly vibrating throughout the racetrack.

Poetry and Wine sat in her seat, watching the figures on the track. Her gaze followed Narita Road closely, watching the golden figure advance amidst cheers.

The game started.

"The race has begun! Fourteen contestants burst out of the gate simultaneously!"

The commentator's enthusiastic voice echoed in the audience.

"Currently in the lead is contestant number 7. Closely following are contestants number 5 (Naritaro) and number 11!"

Poetry and wine keep a close eye on Narita Road on the race track.

She got off to a good start.

The blonde girl leaned slightly forward, her weight perfectly balanced on the balls of her feet. Her steps were steady and powerful, each step landing precisely on the grass.

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The current situation is far superior.

Cheers erupted from the audience.

"Go for it!" "Charge!"

The entire audience was immersed in a lively atmosphere.

Poetry and Wine watched this scene with calm expressions.

The race entered the first straight.

"Contestant number five has started to accelerate; she has overtaken contestant number 11 and is currently in second place!"

The commentator's voice became even more excited.

"She's incredibly fast, and her steps are very steady!"

"Her running form is excellent. No wonder she's a favorite to win this race!"

An even louder cheer erupted from the audience.

That's it!

Poetry and wine gaze upon Narita Road on the racetrack.

She was indeed very fast; among the fourteen competitors, she was significantly faster.

No wonder she's number one in popularity.

The match continued.

"Contestant number 7 is still in the lead! The gap between her and second place is widening!"

"Currently, the second place is contestant number 5, and the third place is contestant number 11!"

The commentator's voice was full of anticipation.

"Naritaro is in excellent form! If he can maintain this pace, victory is within reach!"

The atmosphere in the audience grew increasingly enthusiastic.

Many people are cheering for Narita-ro.

Someone shouted Narita Road's name loudly, their voice becoming hoarse.

"Top Road!"

Some people excitedly patted the shoulder of the person next to them.

"The title of number one in popularity is truly well-deserved!"

"I won the bet, bro."

Victory is within reach, and the championship is already in our grasp.

Poetry and wine sat in their seats, watching the golden figures on the track.

Narita's expression was extremely focused, her brows slightly furrowed. Her purplish-gold eyes were fixed on the front, her gaze unwavering.

The girl's blonde hair shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.

'Are we about to win?'

The hands of poetry and wine unconsciously tightened their grip.

The race entered the first bend.

"Entering the first bend, Narita Road maintains its lead!"

The commentator's voice remained incredibly loud.

"Although her cornering skills are not as good as the other female horses, her speed has not slowed down!"

"Look at the angle of her body tilt, it's perfect!"

Poetry and wine gaze upon Narita Road on the racetrack.

The other person was turning, and the blonde girl leaned slightly inward to maintain her balance.

Her steps remained steady and calm, though she walked with a slightly hurried pace on the inside of the track, choosing the shortest route.

Narita adjusted the range of his arm swing slightly, so that it wouldn't excessively affect his pace when he tilted his body.

She quickly made it through the first bend.

Moreover, the gap between her and the first place winner has narrowed further.

Another cheer erupted from the audience.

"Pretty!"