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

Poetry and Wine ignored the voices of others; she sat quietly in place, waiting for the crowd to disperse.

Main character: Chapter 290 Comfort

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the stands, casting dappled shadows on Shi Yujiu's black hoodie.

Her fingers gently rubbed her palm, the slight stinging sensation making her thoughts clearer.

After a while, Poetry and Wine took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

She looked down to adjust the hood of her sweatshirt, then looked up again, her gaze returning to the track.

Narita was already being guided off the track by staff, and the golden figure gradually disappeared at the entrance of the runners' tunnel.

Poetry and Wine began to walk towards the exit of the audience seats, slowly passing through the gradually thinning crowd.

The surrounding spectators were still discussing the game in twos and threes, some were taking photos, and some were organizing their belongings.

She walked silently, her black figure barely noticeable in the crowd.

As they stepped out of the audience, Poetry and Wine paused for a moment at the aisle entrance.

She looked at the sign that read "Player Preparation Area" and then walked in that direction.

The racecourse's corridors are spacious, with posters and photos of various races hanging on the walls. Sunlight streams in from the high windows, casting bright streaks of light on the ground.

Her footsteps echoed clearly in the empty corridor.

Poetry and wine sometimes don't know what to say or what they can do.

She had already witnessed Naritaji's failure at the last Arima Memorial.

Poetry and Wine are now wondering whether Narita Ji, who just debuted, is stronger or more disheartened than when he retired.

So she didn't stop, but walked step by step toward the contestants' preparation area.

'Because I promised to come watch the game…'

So I should go see her.

It's that simple.

The race car drivers’ preparation area is located on the other side of the racecourse. The lights in the corridor are dimmer than outside, the walls are a cool gray-white, and there is a faint smell of dust in the air.

Poetry and wine followed the signs as they walked through corridor after corridor.

Her footsteps echoed in the empty space, and occasionally, voices and the sound of doors closing could be heard in the distance.

Poetry and wine came to a halt at a certain corner.

Not far ahead, Narita Ji was sitting alone on a chair at the end of the corridor, his head down.

The girl's golden hair had come loose a bit, and the wet strands clung to her cheeks.

She changed out of her competition uniform and into a loose sports jacket, resting her hands on her knees.

The corridor was quiet.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely from a small window high up, casting a narrow strip of light on the ground, but the light did not reach the area where Narita Road was located.

She sat in the shadows, looking somewhat lonely.

Poetry and Wine stood there, somewhat hesitant, looking at the golden figure at the end of their vision.

Her fingers gently rubbed her palm, and the slight sting made her hesitate for a moment.

But in the end, she still took a step and walked towards Narita Road.

Her footsteps could still be clearly heard in the quiet corridor.

Narita heard the sound, raised his head slightly, and looked at Poetry and Wine with some surprise in his purple-gold eyes.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, along with a complex mix of emotions she couldn't quite define.

"Jiusang?"

Narita's voice sounded a little hoarse.

Seeing the arrival of poetry and wine, she forced a smile.

How did you end up here?

Poetry and Wine sat down next to each other on Narita Road, with a seat between them.

She didn't speak immediately, but sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the wall in front of her.

The lights in the corridor cast a soft glow on the walls.

After a brief silence.

Narita spoke softly.

"You see, I lost."

The blonde girl's face was filled with undisguised disappointment.

She lowered her head, clasped her hands together, and looked somewhat uneasy.

"Second place, they were leading for so long, but in the end..."

Her voice gradually lowered, and the girl's shoulders trembled slightly.

Narita took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calmer.

"Everyone must be very disappointed, so many people came to cheer me on, but I..."

Poetry and Wine turned their heads to the side, calmly looking at Narita Road.

The blonde girl, who was always smiling, looked unusually vulnerable at this moment.

Her eyes were a little red, but she didn't cry. She just bit her lip tightly, trying hard not to lose control of her emotions.

"Don't put pressure on yourself."

Poetry and wine spoke softly.

Narita was slightly taken aback, then looked up at the poem and wine.

"what?"

"Bearing the expectations of so many people on his own..."

Poetry and wine's gaze fell once again on the wall in front of them.

"It must be very tiring."

Naritaji was silent for a moment after hearing this, then gently shook his head.

"No... I don't feel tired."

She said it firmly.

"People have expectations of me because they trust me. I... I don't want to let them down."

Narita looked up at the ceiling, his eyes flashing with a complex light.

"Although I lost today, next time... I'll definitely win next time. I'll train even harder, improve my cornering technique, and then..."

"And then continue to bear even more expectations."

Poetry and wine softly took over the conversation.

Although it didn't sound very friendly, there was no blame in her voice.

The words were spoken.

Narita paused for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile.

"Yes, that's probably it."

She lowered her head and clenched her hands even tighter.

"But I don't hate it."

"Although there is pressure and I am afraid of letting everyone down, when I stand on the track and hear everyone cheering for me, I feel that I am not running alone."

Her voice gradually softened.

"That feeling is so warm. So even though it's tiring, even though there's pressure, I... don't want to give up."

Poetry and wine listened quietly, without saying a word.

Her gaze fell on Naritaji's tightly clenched hands, which were trembling slightly from the force of his grip.

The light in the corridor cast soft shadows between them.

After a while, Poetry and Wine gently reached out their hands.

She reached out her hand slowly, her fingers pausing in the air for a moment as if hesitating about something, before gently touching the back of Naritaji's hand.

The horse girl's movements were very light, but Naritaji still noticed them.

The blonde girl looked up, her purple-gold eyes filled with a hint of confusion as she gazed at Poetry and Wine.

Poetry and Wine's expression remained calm, but her brows were slightly furrowed and her lips were gently pursed, as if she were thinking about how to organize her thoughts.

Her gaze shifted from Naritaji's hand to the wall in front of her, then back again, a process that lasted several seconds.

"You've already tried your best."

She paused for a moment, then added:

"The second place winner is also very impressive."

Main character: Chapter 291 Returning Home Together

After saying this, Poetry and Wine gently withdrew his fingers and placed them back on his knees.

The fingernail marks from when she clenched her fist were still visible on her palms, the faint red marks standing out against her fair skin.

She didn't look at the marks, but simply clenched her fist gently and then released it, repeating this action twice.

Narita's eyes were slightly red, but she blinked hard to keep the tears from falling.

She took a deep breath and said in a slightly choked voice.

"Thank you…"

The blonde girl forced a smile.

"They're willing to travel this far to watch my match."

"I promised, so I came."

Poetry and Wine's answer was brief. As she spoke, her gaze shifted from the wall to Naritaji's face, then quickly looked away, landing at the end of the corridor.

The sunlight slanted in, casting a narrow band of light on the ground.

She looked at the light and remained silent for a moment.

"and……"

The voices of poetry and wine spoke even more softly.

"You ran beautifully."

Narita paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

Although the blonde girl's smile still carried a hint of fatigue and disappointment, it was at least no longer as forced as before.

Is it good-looking?

She repeated it softly, a glimmer of light returning to her eyes.

Narita nodded slightly.

"Then... I'll run even better next time."

Poetry and wine did not answer; they simply sat quietly in their chairs.

The lights in the corridor cast soft shadows on them.

The two sat there quietly, neither of them speaking.

Silence doesn't make people feel awkward; on the contrary, it brings a sense of peace to poetry and wine.