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

The trainer will guide the trainee through a period of time, and after that period, the horse girl will participate in the debut competition. We will then consider whether to sign her or not based on her performance.

However, the face in my memory is blurry, as if it had been deliberately erased.

The racehorse girl seems to be one of the "victims" of this dream.

She looked up, her usually indifferent face now showing a hint of furious, gritted teeth.

Poetry and Wine cursed the horse girl with long, sea-blue hair, who looked harmless but actually had a wicked sense of humor, hundreds of times in their hearts.

"So, what you mean by 'being refined'?!"

Forced to play role-playing games?

'You want me to go and seduce other people?'

'That wretched guy is such a nuisance.'

After a brief period of annoyance and confusion.

Poetry and Wine stood in their simple studio apartment, taking a deep breath.

After all, she had worked her way up from the bottom, so she was extremely adaptable.

Since that sea-blue horse girl said this is a scenario world, and there are clear conditions for clearing it.

There's no need to waste your emotions here.

Poetry and Wine's fiery temper quickly cooled, returning to its usual calm and composed demeanor.

Ignoring the schedule on the table, Poetry and Wine found a well-tailored business suit in the room and put it on.

Then he pushed open the apartment door and went outside.

The most important task now is to fill our stomachs.

Since things have come to this, we can only eat breakfast first.

Then find out exactly what she should do.

'but……'

Poetry and wine make one squint.

'Who is my partner in this dream?'

……

On the other side of Treson College.

Room 302, Lidongliao, in this scripted world.

The morning sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains and playfully danced across the floor.

"Whew—the Diamond Treasure is fully revived!"

With a spirited announcement, a cute little horse girl with goose feathers suddenly threw off the covers.

She stretched out a big yawn.

Her body beneath the nightgown was relaxed thanks to a good night's sleep, and her silver-gray horsehair stood proudly atop her head.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

Then, eagerly turning to the other side of the room, a bright smile spread across his face as he shouted:

"Hey, Little Jiu! I got up early today too! Didn't stay in bed—"

However, when her gaze fell on the bed opposite.

Diamond Treasure's smile froze.

There was indeed someone sleeping on that bed, curled up in the blankets like a silkworm cocoon.

But... that shape, that sleeping position.

He doesn't look like the quiet, docile little wine-drinking machine at all.

It seems they were woken up by the loud voice of the Diamond Treasure.

The "silkworm pupa" stirred, and the blanket was impatiently pulled back by a hand.

A brown-haired horse girl sat up sleepily.

Her hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and she was wearing pajamas with cute patterns.

"Heh..."

She yawned widely, tears still glistening in the corners of her eyes, and rubbed her head groggily.

"Ah...it's Miracle-chan...why are you up so early today..."

Fiery Steed half-closed her eyes; she wasn't fully awake yet.

"Eh—!!?"

Diamond Treasure's light green eyes widened instantly, as if it had seen something strange.

The last vestiges of sleepiness vanished in an instant.

She rushed to the bed in disbelief.

They looked around at the still bewildered Fiery Steed, examining it from all angles.

They even leaned in to examine the other person's face closely, trying to find evidence that it was some kind of prank disguise.

"Huh? Satin-chan?!"

Diamond Treasure took a half step back in disbelief, covering his head with his hands.

My eyes searched frantically around the room.

"Where's Xiaojiu?! Where did Shiyujiu go?!"

The Fiery Steed, which she had been scrutinizing like a rare animal, finally regained some of its senses.

She looked at her roommate, who was making such a fuss, with a puzzled expression, and scratched her messy hair:

"What's wrong, Miracle-chan? Is there something on my face? Or did I drool?"

P.S.: I'll see how I can speed up the plot a bit.

The blue and white figure I'm chasing is called Miracle: About this book, and about my terrible luck today.

I'm really furious.

My homeroom teacher, who hadn't messaged me for months, suddenly messaged me today saying she wanted to talk to me.

The problem is that I was too sleepy to attend my class this morning, and then I thought they were talking about me skipping class.

I even asked my roommate to sign in for me.

I spent most of the day apologizing to the homeroom teacher.

Then the homeroom teacher didn't know I skipped class.

He said he had something else to tell me.

I've confessed; it's the first time I've felt so stupid.

As a result of this, I can no longer miss any classes, so my update rate will be two updates a day from now on.

Ugh... ahh ...

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 33 Diamond Treasure Team Member, are you awake?

Diamond Treasure shook her head frantically, her gray ponytail swaying like a rattle drum.

"N-no! But...aren't my roommates Poetry and Wine? Why are you sleeping here, Satin-chan?!"

Hearing this, Fiery Steed became even more puzzled.

She tilted her head and looked at the Diamond Treasure as if she were looking at a fool.

"What? Miracle-chan, are you still half asleep?"

“We’ve been roommates since the first day of school, haven’t we? I’ve been sleeping with you for almost two weeks now.”

The Fiery Steed yawned and said matter-of-factly:

"As for Miss Poetry and Wine... she's your trainer, even though you haven't signed an agreement yet."

"The first rule of Treson School is that trainers and their assigned horse girls are strictly prohibited from sleeping together! That's a major violation!"

Gurgle!

These words struck Lingzuan Qibao like a bolt from the blue.

She stood there in shock, her mouth slightly agape, her mind blank.

"Satin, Satin-chan... In your memory, Xiao Jiu... she was a trainer?"

The Fiery Steed looked at the Diamond Treasure with a strange expression.

It even carried a hint of pity for her roommate.

Diamond Treasure team members, are you awake?

She waved her hand in front of the diamond treasure.

"Miracle-chan, were you too tired from training yesterday and didn't sleep well? Did you have a stupid dream?"

"Miss Poetry and Wine has always been a trainer, and she's one of the new trainers who joined Treson Academy last year."

"Even though she's a horse girl, she became a trainer due to health reasons, have you forgotten that?"

The Fiery Steed sighed and said earnestly:

“I know you’ll be able to sign an exclusive contract with her after your successful debut, and I’m happy for you. But while it’s nice to be happy, you can’t confuse reality with fantasy.”

Upon hearing these words, Lingzuan Qibao was completely petrified.

Trainer? Little Wine?

My roommate's poetry and wine... have become my trainers?!

She tried hard to recall the relevant memories.

But no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find any related memories.

Is this still Treson College?

This isn't right! This is definitely not right!

Lingzuan Qibao mechanically turned around and walked stiffly back to her bedside.

Then, she fell straight down, pulled the blanket over her head, and covered it completely.

Close your eyes.

Darkness descends.

"This must be a dream... Yes, it must be a dream."

"If I just take another nap, I'll wake up to find Xiao Jiu sitting at the table writing in her diary..."

Lingzuan Qibao hid under the covers, clasped her hands together, and kept silently chanting incantations.

At the same time, he concentrated all his energy, trying to use his mental power to dispel this absurd dream.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Five minutes passed.

The air inside the blanket grew increasingly stuffy, but there was no sign of any change in the world.

It wasn't until the worried voice of the Fiery Steed came through the blanket that the sound reached them.

She walked to the bedside of the diamond-encrusted treasure and carefully poked the bulge in the blanket:

"Miracle-chan? Are you alright? You don't have a fever, do you?"

That realistic touch, that clear sound.