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

"Yes, if it weren't for that mistake, we might have won."

The sounds of others discussing echoed in the classroom, while Poetry and Wine's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a soft sound.

"Poetry and wine are companions."

A voice suddenly rang out beside her, interrupting her thoughts.

Poetry and wine turned their heads and saw the woman they admired, Orihime.

The brown-haired girl stood beside her seat, her expression indifferent, her purple eyes calmly watching her.

She was wearing a neat school uniform, her brown hair was tied up neatly behind her, and she was holding a notebook in her hand.

The classroom suddenly quieted down.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, then nodded gently.

"Ah."

After a moment of silence, Ai-hime spoke in a brief tone.

I have a competition the day after tomorrow.

She paused for a moment, her purple eyes calmly gazing at the poetry and wine.

Will you come?

The air in the classroom seemed to freeze for a moment.

The students around them held their breath and looked at the two with curious eyes.

Some people whispered, "Hime, who admires him, actually took the initiative to invite someone."

Poetry and wine watched as Orihime, whom he admired, remained calm.

"where?"

Poetry and wine are the way to seek answers.

"Kyoto."

She admired Orihime and gave a brief reply, then added something else.

"Debut competition".

Poetry and wine fell silent for a moment.

Her gaze fell on Ai Mu's face. Her expression was cold and unreadable, but she could sense a hint of expectation in Ai Mu's purple eyes.

"What time is it?"

Poetry and wine are the way to seek answers.

The eyes of the woman who admired Orihime brightened slightly, but she maintained her normal expression.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Poetry and wine nodded slightly.

"it is good."

Ai Mu looked at the poem and wine in silence for a moment, then nodded gently.

"Ah."

Then she turned and walked away to her seat.

The air in the classroom began to circulate again.

The students around them began to whisper about what had just happened.

"Hime, who admires Orihime, actually took the initiative to invite someone..."

"And it's about poetry and wine... When did they become so close?"

"I don't know, but they seem to get along quite well..."

Poetry and wine turned their heads to look out the window again.

Main character: Conversation in Chapter 294

The morning exercise on the playground was coming to an end, and a few female runners were doing their final relaxation exercises on the track, their shadows stretching long in the winter sun.

The wind swirled up the fallen leaves by the playground, making them spin before they fell back to the ground.

The discussions in the classroom gradually subsided, and the noise of the break slowly returned to normal.

Poetry and wine turned their attention back to the table.

She turned to a new page in her open notebook.

"The day after tomorrow, Kyoto, 2 PM."

Poetry and wine silently went through these things in my mind, then I put the pen back on the corner of the table and gently tapped the cover of the notebook with my fingers.

A round trip to Kyoto takes up most of the day, and the Shinkansen ticket isn't cheap, not to mention the miscellaneous expenses along the way...

She made a rough estimate in her mind, her brows furrowed slightly, and then relaxed.

Since you've agreed, you should go.

'that's all.'

The morning classes passed uneventfully.

……

There were no classes in the afternoon, but instead a unified training session. Shi Yujiu changed into her training clothes and went to the training ground with the others.

The winter sun slanted across the training field, making the slightly withered grass blades shine.

Poetry and Wine stood at the starting line of the track and took a deep breath.

She didn't have a trainer or a fixed training plan, so she just did what she felt she should do under the guidance of the coach, relying on her memory of training.

Warm-up, stretching, cadence training, and then timed runs.

She quietly repeated these actions by herself.

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath, then started running, her light steps landing on the track.

The black-haired girl leaned slightly forward, her weight on the balls of her feet, and her arms swung with a small range of motion, yet she brought her entire body into a smooth rhythm.

Poetry and Wine's breathing was steady; as she ran, her eyes were fixed straight ahead, without any unnecessary movements.

One lap, two laps...

The pace of poetry and wine is not fast, but the rhythm is exceptionally stable, with the time interval between each lap being almost exactly the same.

At the edge of the training field, a tall figure stopped by the fence.

Rudolph symbolizes that she has just returned from outside the academy and has not yet had time to change out of her outdoor uniform; she is holding a folder in her hand.

She stood there, her gaze fixed on the black-haired girl on the track, following her movements, watching for almost half a lap without uttering a sound.

The student council president's long, dark brown hair fluttered slightly in the winter wind, and a crescent moon on his forehead shone brightly.

Rudolf's symbolic purple eyes held a thoughtful expression.

After finishing the last set of timed runs, Poetry and Wine stopped by the track, bent over slightly, and rested their hands on their knees to adjust their breathing.

Sweat trickled down her cheeks, and her black hair clung to her forehead.

"newborn?"

A steady voice came from the side and behind.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment upon hearing this, then straightened up and turned to look.

Standing in front of her was a girl who was half a head taller than her.

Her long, dark brown hair fell neatly over her shoulders, and her clothes were clean and tidy.

Her expression was gentle, with a smile playing on her lips.

At this moment, the other person's purple eyes were looking at him with some confusion.

It is a symbol of Rudolf.

'How did I run into the student council president?'

Poetry and Wine looked at her without speaking, simply waiting for her to speak.

"Sorry to bother you."

Rudolf nodded slightly, then asked curiously.

"I watched from the sidelines for a while, then couldn't resist coming over. You're a new student this year, right?"

She paused for a moment.

"Poetry and wine are companions."

"Ah."

"No trainers yet?"

"No."

Rudolph symbolized that she would not pursue the topic further. Her gaze swept across the track as if reviewing what she had just seen, before returning to Poetry and Wine's face, and she spoke calmly.

"A steady pace, good center of gravity, and a solid foundation in breathing rhythm."

She paused for a moment.

"It would be even better if it were combined with systematic training under the guidance of a trainer."

'? '

Poetry and Wine listened without responding, only looking at her with a puzzled expression, waiting for her to say what she really wanted to say.

Rudolf seemed to notice her gaze; the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she asked directly.

Have you ever thought about participating in the debut competition?

A winter wind swept past the training field, stirring up a few fallen leaves that swirled on the track before quietly coming to a stop.

Poetry and wine unconsciously tightened their grip a little.

She remained silent and did not answer immediately.

Rudolf symbolized no urging, but simply waited calmly.

Debut competition.

Those words lingered in Poetry and Wine's mind for a moment.

She had thought about it, after all, she currently had no source of income.

If she participates in the debut competition, the prize money from subsequent competitions can greatly help alleviate her financial situation.

However, considering that it is more important for him to take care of his health now, as well as his irritable personality that tends to get irritable when he is on the field, Shi Yujiu did not dare to make a decision easily.

"I haven't decided yet."

She spoke somewhat awkwardly.

Rudolf nodded symbolically, her expression showing neither surprise nor disappointment.

There is no need to make a hasty decision.

She said that, and then turned slightly to the side, as if preparing to leave.

"However, there is one thing to note: the academy provides training subsidies for participants, including trainer pairing and equipment usage fee reductions."

Rudolf then added a sentence in a symbolically calm tone.

"After all, if the racehorse girl doesn't run, she's just a decoration."

Poetry and Wine looked at her and remained silent for a moment.

What is being implied?

When she looked at Rudolf again, he had already straightened the folder under his arm, his expression unchanged, as if he hadn't said anything.

Poetry and wine are no longer on my mind; my gaze falls on the running track beneath my feet.