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

Main character: Chapter 303 I don't know

The first half of the road was relatively smooth; it was a dirt road worn down by people.

The grass on both sides of the road has withered and fallen low to the ground, with only a few branches of miscellaneous trees occasionally sticking out.

Poetry and wine sidestepped various weeds and other obstacles, then continued forward.

The fallen leaves on the roadside were piled up in a thick layer, making a soft rustling sound when stepped on.

When poetry and wine are gone, the ankles sometimes sink in a little, bringing with them the damp smell of decaying leaves.

After walking for about twenty minutes, the dirt road started to go uphill.

The slope wasn't steep, but it kept getting steeper, and the dirt road underfoot gradually turned into a mountain road mixed with gravel.

The stones have been touched by frost, and there is a thin, slippery film on the surface, so you have to be careful when stepping on them.

At first, when Poetry and Wine stepped on it, they almost fell.

However, after figuring out the road conditions, Poetry and Wine did not slow down, but simply took more steady steps.

Her breath began to become visible in the cold air.

With each breath of the black-haired girl, white mist dissipated from her lips and then disappeared.

Three hours.

As I walked, poetry and wine mingled, and the number mentioned in the opera kept replaying in my mind.

It's been about three hours since noon.

The thought crossed her mind once, but she didn't think about it any further. She just silently kept walking upwards.

The old cedar forest mentioned in the opera arrived around the 30-minute mark.

The forest was denser than she had imagined; the fir trees grew straight, with dark brown trunks so thick that it took two people to encircle them.

The light in the woods suddenly dimmed, and the branches overhead intertwined, letting in only sparse white light.

There was no snow on the ground, but the soil was unusually firm, and horseshoes carrying poetry and wine made almost no sound when stepped on.

The wind was still blowing outside the woods, but it subsided considerably once inside, leaving only the occasional, soft rustling of a few branches.

Poetry and Wine pulled their collars up and walked through the woods, heading deeper into the forest.

Her fingers were already a little cold.

'I'll buy some gloves when I have the money later.'

Poetry and Wine looked down at their hands, which were slightly red from the cold, with a hint of helplessness.

She put her hands in her pockets and kept walking.

After leaving the old cedar forest, the terrain rises again.

The mountain road narrows, with waist-high bushes on both sides.

A withered branch stretched out, which she blocked with her arm before continuing forward.

Then Poetry and Wine saw a stone slope road.

The stone slope wasn't steep, but moss grew in the gaps between the stones, turning into a black layer in winter.

Due to the weather, most visible areas were extremely slippery, requiring one to step on dry stone surfaces to avoid slipping and falling.

Poetry and wine slow down as you climb step by step, using the rock face beside you for support, the chill of the rock seeping directly into your palms.

As she approached the top of the hill, the wind picked up again, pressing down from the top and blowing all her hair to one side.

Then she heard a clear, rhythmic sound of footsteps coming from a great distance.

The horseshoes landed heavily and powerfully on the stone ground.

It sounded like someone was hitting something on the ground repeatedly, creating a rhythm that never stopped.

Poetry and wine stood atop the slope, peering out and looking up.

There were many dead trees there, large trees with twisted trunks and branches reaching towards the gray sky.

The bark of the dead tree has mostly peeled off, revealing grayish-white wood. It stands quietly at the edge of an open, flat area, as if it has been there for many years.

On the flat land within the reach of poetry and wine—

Ai Musou is still training for cross-country running.

Her brown ponytail swayed with her steps, and the girl's training clothes were already soaked with sweat.

She walked back and forth along a line on the edge of the flat stone slope. Although her steps remained steady, her breathing was erratic.

Each step she took carried a heavy weight, and the white mist from the girl's breath dissipated again and again in the cold air.

Poetry and wine stood somewhat awkwardly atop the slope, then tried their best to look towards her.

After looking for about two seconds, she took a step forward and stepped onto flat ground.

The footsteps of poetry and wine on the stone ground made a very faint sound, but it could be heard clearly on this quiet mountaintop.

As Orihime turned back, she sensed something strange. Her steps faltered, and she turned her head—

Then their eyes met.

All around were the sounds of the wind and the soft rustling of withered branches in the distance.

There was nothing but silence.

Ai Mu stood frozen in place, staring at the poetry and wine in bewilderment.

A moment of bewilderment flashed in the brown-haired girl's purple eyes, as if she had never expected to see this face here.

Her mouth moved slightly, but no sound came out; her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

There was a brief silence between the two sides.

Having seemingly understood the situation, Ai Mu asked in a hoarse voice.

"How did you find your way here?"

Exhausted from training, Aimu wiped the sweat from her forehead with her right hand.

"Good opera taught me that."

Poetry and Wine spoke calmly, as if answering a very ordinary question.

Ai Mu was silent for a while.

Then she looked away, glanced at the withered tree beside her, and then looked away again.

Although the brown-haired girl's expression was calm, the way she glanced to the side betrayed her.

She is now looking for a way out.

"I need to continue training."

"I admire Orihime," she said wearily.

"You go back first."

The words were spoken.

Poetry and Wine looked at her, but did not move.

Ai Mu waited for two seconds, but saw that Orihime still showed no sign of leaving.

She took the water bottle off her waist, unscrewed it, took a sip, screwed it back on, and then turned around to resume her training.

Seeing this, Poetry and Wine sighed helplessly.

She lifted her backpack up a bit, gritted her teeth, and took a step forward, following after him.

She wasn't unfamiliar with mountain trails, but chasing someone after walking uphill for nearly forty minutes was a completely different experience from running on flat ground.

The ground is uneven, and the gravel is slippery when you step on it.

Poetry and Wine had only taken a few steps when a stone beneath her feet shifted slightly, causing her to lose her balance and stumble forward two steps—

"Well?!"

Then the black-haired girl's toes hit a protruding rock edge, and she fell forward.

She instinctively reached out to brace herself, but the ground tilted downwards unexpectedly.

That was the edge of a rocky slope, not the flat land she had imagined.

Poetry and Wine's palms missed their mark, and his body rolled sideways, about to tumble down the stone slope—

"Hello--!"

Main character: Chapter 304 What to do?

"Maintain your balance!"

A voice filled with panic came from above.

Poetry and Wine used all their strength to slam their elbows into the mud on the side, forcefully stopping their bodies.

Her right leg was still dangling over the outside of the rocky slope, and beneath her feet was a section of the slope she had struggled to climb up. It wasn't exactly a sheer cliff, but it was enough to make someone tumble and fall in a very awkward way.

To maintain their balance, poetry and wine can only lie on the edge of the slope for the time being.

Her elbow was stuck in the mud. She moved it and found that it was temporarily stable. Poetry and Wine breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of hurried footsteps rushed down from above, scattering a few pebbles as they rolled and bounced a few times on the slope.

Then a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Ai Mu was very strong, pulling her upwards almost without warning, while grabbing her arm with her other hand.

Ai Mu, squatting on the edge of the slope, pulled her down to the ground until Shi Yu Jiu's knees touched solid ground again before letting go.

Neither of them stood up; they just squatted together on the edge of the slope, panting.

Ai Mu stared at her, her purple eyes still holding a lingering panic.

Her breathing was rapid, and her face was paler than before, as if she had really been frightened.

Ai Mushi opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a while, she finally said nothing.

She glanced at the arm that Poetry and Wine were supporting themselves on in the mud, then looked away.

Poetry and Wine looked down at their elbows; their sleeves were torn.

Aside from getting my clothes a bit dirty, I also have a few scrapes and cuts, and one area will most likely be bruised tomorrow.

She patted the mud off her knees and said, trying to sound calm.

"I'm fine."

Ai Musashi didn't say anything more, she just stood up, dusted off her knees, and walked to the other side of the flat ground.

Poetry and Wine followed her gaze and discovered a small tent pitched behind the withered tree.

The small tent is dark green, blending in with the surrounding deadwood, and is almost unnoticeable unless you look closely.

The tent wasn't large; it was probably a lightweight single-person tent. Several stones were placed under the edge of the tent fabric, allowing it to stand steadily in the wind at the mountaintop.

Ai Mu walked over, unzipped the tent, slipped inside, and then stopped at the tent entrance, glancing back at Poetry and Wine.

"Come in."

Poetry and Wine didn't say much, got up and followed him inside.

The tent was small; once two people sat inside, there wasn't much room left.

Fortunately, it was sheltered from the outside wind, so the temperature was much higher than outside.

A spare jacket was folded in the corner of the tent, and a small backpack was placed next to it. The red zipper of a first aid kit was visible through the open zipper.

Ai Mu Shi rummaged around next to the first aid kit for a couple of moments, took it out, and then sat down opposite Shi Yu Jiu to open it.

"hand."

Ai Musou tried to keep her tone normal, but she couldn't help feeling a bit scared.

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine obediently extended their arms.

Ai Mushi lowered her head and carefully examined the area.