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

"Perfect cornering!"

That's it!

"awesome!"

The race entered the second straight.

"Narita-ji is still in the lead! The gap between her and third place has widened to three body lengths!"

"This advantage is enormous."

The commentator maintained a fast speaking pace and continued explaining.

"If we can maintain this form, we have a good chance of winning the championship in this competition."

The atmosphere in the audience reached a small peak.

Everyone is looking forward to Naritaji's victory and hopes that this most popular female character will make a perfect debut.

Some people have already started celebrating in advance.

After a period of intense racing, the race entered its middle stage.

"Naritaro is still in the lead! But the runners behind are catching up!"

"Contestant number 11 is very fast! She is closing the gap with Narita!"

The commentator's voice became somewhat tense.

"The gap between the two is now only two body lengths!"

The atmosphere in the audience suddenly became tense.

The people who were celebrating in advance have now fallen silent.

Poetry and Wine carefully observed the two figures on the track. Narita was in front, while the other horse girl was a body length behind her.

The horse running at the front is about to lose all speed.

The competition has entered its final stage.

Narita-ji and the third-ranked horse girl overtook the first-ranked horse girl to take the first and second positions respectively.

"Entering the final bend, Narita Road still maintains its lead!"

Main character: Chapter 289, the debut competition ends.

"But the number 11 rider was close behind, and the gap between the two was only one body length."

The commentator's voice began to sound tense, and the audience held their breath, waiting for the final result.

"This will be the crucial moment that determines the outcome; cornering technique will be the key to victory!"

The cheers from the audience reached their peak.

"Go for it!" "Naritaro!" "Don't give up!" "Hold on!"

Some viewers couldn't help but stand up and cheer for their favorite Ma Niang.

Poetry and Wine, on the other hand, sat quietly in their seats, their eyes fixed on the track.

Narita Road entered its final bend, and she was still going very fast.

But at that moment—

Narita seemed overly nervous or had some other idea, as she suddenly increased her speed while cornering.

The blonde girl was just a little too forceful, which caused her to waste too much energy and time when cornering.

Although she quickly recovered.

But a momentary lapse in judgment is enough for someone else to seize upon.

Contestant number 11 seized the opportunity; her cornering was perfect.

"Ah! Contestant number 11 overtook Naritaji while going around the corner!"

The commentator's voice suddenly became excited.

"Her cornering technique is outstanding!"

"Currently, contestant number 11 is in first place! Narita-ro has dropped to second place!"

"This is a perfect breakthrough!"

The cheers from the audience suddenly turned into gasps of surprise.

Some people rubbed their eyes in disbelief as they watched what was happening on the field.

On the track, Narita was trying his best to catch up, his golden ponytail swinging wildly behind him.

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She was trying everything she could to catch up.

But the gap has already widened.

Even though it was only half a body length away, in this high-speed running state...

Half a body length is enough to decide the outcome.

"The last 100 meters! Narita-ro is catching up!"

"But contestant number 11 is also very fast!"

Is there still a chance? There is still a chance!

The commentator's voice was extremely anxious.

"Narita-ro is sprinting at full speed!"

"But contestant number 11 is also accelerating!"

The atmosphere in the audience became even more tense.

Poetry and Wine looked at Narita Road on the racetrack with some concern.

The other person was running desperately, putting all her strength into every step. The expression on her face began to become somewhat ferocious, and her eyes were fixed on the front.

Sweat streamed down the blonde girl's cheeks, glistening in the sunlight.

"In the final fifty meters, Narita Road is still chasing!"

"But time is running out!"

The commentator's voice grew even more tense.

"Contestant number 11's speed is very consistent!"

"Narita Road needs a miracle!"

She gripped the hand of poetry and wine tighter, her gaze fixed on the speeding golden figure.

Watching her run desperately but still unable to catch up.

'come on……'

She whispered in her heart.

Although she knew it was useless and the outcome was already predetermined, she still silently said it to herself.

"The final sprint!"

"Contestant number 11 crossed the finish line first!"

The commentator's voice suddenly became louder.

"She won! Contestant number 11 has won the match!"

"Narita Road...second place."

Cheers and sighs of disappointment rose from the stands.

Voices filled with regret and disappointment echoed in the audience.

Poetry and wine sat in their seats, watching Narita Road on the racetrack.

She sprinted across the finish line, but she wasn't in first place.

Narita stood behind the finish line, bent over, panting heavily. Her chest heaved violently, as if she were coughing up her lungs.

Sweat streamed down the blonde girl's cheeks, dripping onto the ground. Her golden hair, damp and clinging to her collarbone, had lost its luster.

Her hands were resting on her knees, and she looked extremely tired.

The atmosphere in the audience became somewhat heavy.

The people who were just cheering and supporting Narita Road are now silent.

"The most popular person is actually the second most popular person... That mistake on the corner was such a pity..."

"If you could have cornered a little better, you definitely would have won..."

"So close..."

The voices of the audience reached the ears of Poetry and Wine.

She looked at Narita Road on the track, at the golden figure that had been running so hard just moments before. Now, however, it seemed... somewhat lonely.

I felt a little lonely.

The final results were displayed on the electronic screen.

Narita-ro was only 0.26 seconds behind the first-place finisher, Uma-no-Mae.

A difference of less than half a second is like an insurmountable chasm in sports.

Another sigh came from the audience.

"Only 0.26 seconds away..."

"What a pity……"

"If I hadn't made that mistake on the corner..."

But soon, some people started applauding.

"Second place is amazing!" "It's a debut competition after all!" "Narita-ji was already great!" "We'll definitely win next time!"

Support gradually grew, and applause began to rise.

From a few scattered people, to more and more people, until finally, the entire audience burst into applause.

The audience applauded the female horses who were giving their all on the field.

As Poetry and Wine watched this scene, her clenched hands slowly loosened without her realizing it, leaving several deep nail marks on her palms.

She looked down at her palm, where the red marks from the scratches stood out starkly against her fair skin.

Poetry and Wine gently clenched their fists, then placed their hands back on their knees, as if nothing had happened.

Her gaze returned to Narita Road on the track.

The blonde girl was still standing behind the finish line, head down, her golden hair wet and clinging to her collarbone.

Her shoulders were trembling slightly, whether from exhaustion after strenuous exercise or from other emotions, it was hard to tell.

The other players had already started congratulating each other.

Horse Girl number 11 is having her picture taken. Her face is beaming with the joy of victory, and her eyes are sparkling with excitement.

Other finishers were also high-fiving each other, celebrating the completion of their first official race, their laughter and cheers echoing along the track.

But Narita-ro was just standing there alone, looking rather lonely.

The blonde girl had her head down, her hands resting on her knees, looking as if all her strength had been drained away.

The crowd began to leave the stands, rustling sounds emanating from their seats. Some people were still discussing the match that had just taken place, their voices drifting past Poetry and Wine.

"Narita-ji is already very impressive; getting second place in the debut competition is quite good."

"Yes, she'll definitely win next time; her skill level is undeniable."

"That turn was a real shame; otherwise, she would definitely have won."

The voices of the other audience members echoed in her ears.