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

The dead trees on the mountaintop have also changed; the patterns on their trunks have become clearer after being washed by the rain, and new mud and moss have filled the deep and shallow cracks.

A few stars still lingered in the distant sky.

The stars, their light growing dimmer, were almost invisible. They were being swallowed up little by little by the ever-brightening light of the sky.

I stared blankly at the poem and the wine for a while.

"Walk."

The voice of someone who admires Orihime came from behind.

Poetry and Wine turned around and saw that she had already stood up, with her backpack on her shoulder, and was deftly pulling out the tent pegs.

Poetry and Wine remained silent. She walked over, squatted down, and began to untie the securing ropes from the other side.

The knot was a bit stiff from being soaked in rainwater, and she had to use her fingers to loosen it after a few tries.

Ai Mulan was dismantling another branch on the opposite side, and the two of them naturally coordinated their movements.

One person dismantled the ropes, another packed up the poles, one folded up the tarpaulin, and the other put the ground pegs into a bag.

No one spoke.

The tent was disassembled into a pile of parts and stuffed into Aimo Orihime's backpack. The sleeping bag was also rolled up and tied to the bottom of the bag.

When Poetry and Wine handed over the last nail, their fingers accidentally brushed against the fingertip of Orihime, who admired him.

I just touched it.

The actions of the poet and the wine paused for a moment, then were casually withdrawn.

Ai Mu took the ground spike, stuffed it into her bag, and said nothing.

The two stood atop the cleaned-up mountaintop, taking one last look at the world that had just awakened.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the soft sunlight fell on the two of them.

"gone back?"

Poetry and wine spoke.

Upon hearing this, Ai Mu nodded and then turned to walk down the mountain.

Poetry and wine followed behind her, taking a few steps.

Then she stopped and looked back at the place where they had been the night before.

There was still a small patch of moss on the rocky slope that had been rubbed off when I fell yesterday, revealing the grayish-white rock surface underneath.

Poetry and wine glanced at each other for two seconds, then turned around and followed the steps of the woman who admired Orihime.

Perhaps because it was clearer, the mountain road appeared wider in the morning sunlight than it had yesterday.

When I came up yesterday, it was dark and I was in a hurry, so I relied entirely on my sense of touch to walk on the path.

But now the sunlight shines on the ground, and every stone and every fallen leaf is clearly visible.

The moss on the stone slope was still wet, reflecting dappled light, and your shoes would make a slight crunch when you stepped on it.

The two walked one after the other.

Ai Mu was ahead, her steps were steady, her center of gravity was low, and each step she took was on the most stable part of the stone surface.

She was probably used to walking this kind of road. Poetry and Wine watched her steps and found that she didn't even need to look down at the road; her eyes were mostly looking ahead.

He only glances down at Orihime when he encounters a slope or loose gravel.

Poetry and wine arrived a little slower than her.

Although the abrasions on the outside of my arm do cause a pulling pain when going downhill, they are not enough to affect my walking.

It's just that she's still not very familiar with the mountain roads.

At this moment, Aimeri, who was walking in front, had her backpack pressing down on her shoulders, and the hem of her clothes swayed slightly with her steps. A strand of her hair would occasionally float up in the morning breeze and then fall down again.

When we reached the old cedar forest, the tree canopy shattered the sunlight, turning it into patches of light that fell to the ground.

The air became a little more humid, and Poetry and Wine smelled the scent of cedar mixed with soil and decaying fallen leaves.

She suddenly spoke.

"Loves weaving mulberry leaves".

"Ok?"

The one who admired Orihime did not stop walking, nor did he look back.

"Thank you for last night."

Ai Musou paused for a moment.

"nothing."

"I should be the one saying thank you."

Despite saying that, Orihime's excitedly twitching ears betrayed her true feelings.

Poetry and wine fell silent as she followed her beloved Orihime down the path.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, falling in patches onto them.

Going downhill is faster than going uphill.

On the one hand, I could see the road more clearly, and on the other hand, my body gradually warmed up after walking, the stiffness dissipated a lot, and my legs and feet were much more flexible than when I first got up.

The distance between the two of them, I don’t know when it started, has become half a step closer than when they first set off.

After walking for a while, the road began to widen and the slope became gentler.

The forest changed from dense to sparse, from fir trees to mixed forest, and then to low shrubs and wild grass.

The view gradually opened up, revealing the highway at the foot of the mountain and the outlines of buildings on the opposite side of the highway.

We're almost at the foot of the mountain.

Poetry and Wine recognized the gravel path they had taken up the mountain. She paused, glancing back in the direction they had come from.

The mountain was behind us, brightly illuminated by the sunlight.

She glanced at it, then looked away and continued walking.

The road from the foot of the mountain to the academy isn't far; it takes about forty minutes by road.

The two walked along the lane reserved for horse girls, with cars occasionally passing by, their tires whizzing past on the wet pavement.

The air became drier after leaving the forest.

Halfway there, Aigumi suddenly slowed down.

Poetry and wine almost collided with her back.

She stepped aside and looked up.

Ai Mushi stopped and calmly looked at a vending machine on the roadside.

Thirsty?

Poetry and wine looked at each other with puzzlement.

He admired Orihime but did not give a direct answer.

She walked over, stood in front of the vending machine for a moment, then took out some change from the side pocket of her backpack, put it in, and pressed the button twice.

Main character: Adjusting their schedule, taking a day off.

I can't stand staying up all night anymore, I'll adjust my schedule and try to stay up until 4 AM tomorrow.

Little beauty, do you like me tagging you like this? Nice to meet you, hahaha! Without tasting the wine of this world, one cannot know its intoxication. Without experiencing the emotions of this world, one cannot know its tears. Without witnessing the vicissitudes of life, one cannot know its true flavor. A cigarette, a drink, a life; half-awake, half-drunk, half-floating. Fellow martial arts enthusiasts, your presence here is truly delightful!

Hahaha, the comments section is making me laugh so hard my heart is breaking! I shouldn't be wandering the world, I should be like a fish in your lotus pond! I laugh so hard I send my longing to the bright moon, hoping you'll notice! The loud strings are like a sudden downpour, the soft strings like whispered secrets! I laugh so hard I feel like I'm leaving the mountains and rivers behind, drinking wine, a thousand autumns passing by in my throat! I laugh so hard I can turn away from mountains and seas and calmly brew tea! My laughter makes my heart flutter, like your gentle sword, passing by like a startled swan. In that life, you were a butterfly, and I was a fallen flower, my heart broken. Once I risked everything for a beauty, now I suffer heartbreak from longing for my beloved. Enter the gate of my longing, and you will know the bitterness of my longing!

Main character: Chapter 312 Returning to School

Two loud clanging sounds.

Two cans of drinks fell out of the vending machine.

Ai Mu Orihime bent down and took them out, handing one of the jars to Shi and Sake.

Poetry and Wine glanced down; the drink in their hand was still warm.

The warm aluminum can pressed against my palm, sending a warm sensation through my skin. The can was printed with an image of corn chowder.

She glanced again at the jar in Orihime's hand.

It's an energy drink.

"You're drinking this?"

Poetry and wine are intertwined.

"Ah."

"Drinking cold beverages first thing in the morning."

"I'm used to it."

Poetry and Wine glanced at her but said nothing more.

She pulled the tab on her drink and took a sip.

The corn chowder was very bland and not very sweet.

She took another sip.

Ai Mushi also opened her own jar, tilted her head back and took a sip, then continued walking forward.

Poetry and wine followed.

The two men carried their jars, drinking as they walked, neither of them speaking.

The two taciturn horse girls successfully created an eerie atmosphere.

Poetry and wine shoes made a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the wet asphalt.

The outline of the academy became clearer and clearer at the end of the road.

Poetry and Wine finished the last sip of soup, squeezed the empty can twice, and found a roadside trash can to throw it in.

Aimu Orihime finished her drink and handed over the empty can.

He took the poem and the wine, and casually threw them away for her as well.

"Thank you."

He admired Orihime and said so.

Poetry and Wine tilted their heads to look at her.

Ai Muyu didn't look at her, but continued walking forward, though her ears twitched slightly again.

Poetry and Wine withdrew their gaze and continued following her towards the academy.

However, her mood improved considerably.

The school's main gate looked no different from usual in the morning sunlight; it remained exactly the same.

Logically speaking, it should be past the time of the first class in the morning, and there should be no one at the school gate.

Even the dutiful Ms. Junchuan should have left the school gate to handle other matters.

but--

At this moment, two female horsemen were standing at the door.

One stood there leisurely, while the other looked around nervously.

As for the one standing—

Poetry and Wine looked at each other with surprise, but more than that, they felt a little embarrassed.

Good Opera leaned against the doorpost, arms crossed over her chest, the morning breeze gently ruffling her orange hair. Her youthful and elegant demeanor was relaxed, as if she already knew the outcome.

Another person who appeared alongside the opera was the famous general Nu Tao.