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

The famous general Nu Tao, who was standing next to her, was huddled by the door, clutching his cuffs, which were already crumpled and wrinkled.

The ears of the famous general Nu Tao trembled slightly as she nervously looked around, appearing somewhat uneasy.

She was the first to see Orihime, whom she admired, walking towards the school with poetry and sake.

"--what!"

The famous general Nu Tao's body suddenly trembled, and because her movement was too sudden, her knee even hit the iron railing next to her.

She hissed in pain, but her eyes remained fixed on the two people walking towards her in the distance.

"Poetry, poetry and wine—admiration for Orihime-san—!"

The voice of the renowned general Nu Tao was filled with both surprise and worry.

Upon hearing this, Good Opera also looked up with some curiosity.

Her gaze passed over the famous general and the raging waves, pausing briefly on two people walking side by side in the distance.

Then the corners of Good Opera's mouth turned up slightly, her eyes brightened slightly, with a sense of "I knew it."

"I once said—"

The opera singer proudly straightened up from the doorpost.

"No matter how many doors there are, the one who breaks them will always return."

"Good opera lady, now is not the time to talk about this—"

The famous general, Nu Tao, was so anxious that his ears perked up, and his voice rose a little higher.

"Were they injured? Did they get wet in the rain? Does Orihime love—"

"Don't worry about the raging waves."

Good Opera's tone suddenly softened; she no longer used a deliberate intonation but spoke in a soothing tone.

"Take a closer look."

The famous general Nu Tao followed her gaze.

Two people walked over.

Ai Mu walked ahead, her backpack slung over her shoulder, her expression still very calm.

Poetry and wine walked side by side beside her, about a fist's distance apart.

The renowned general, Nu Tao, breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

She ran quickly over, then stopped abruptly two or three steps away from Orihime, her hand raised, unsure whether to extend it or retract it. She froze there, her mouth opening and closing twice.

"Aiyuu, Aiyuu-san... Are you... are you alright? Everyone at the academy has been... has been there—"

Her voice faltered, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Ai Mu looked at her, and paused for a moment, seemingly at a loss.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's nothing."

Upon hearing those two words, the renowned general Nu Tao bit his lip and then nodded vigorously.

Good Opera also came over at this moment. Her gaze first fell on the adoring Orihime, paused for a moment, and then moved to Poetry and Wine.

She noticed the bandages on Shi Yujiu's arm and the dried mud stains on her sleeve.

But Good Opera didn't ask anything.

She simply tilted her head slightly and gave an elegant bow.

Then she raised her chin and smiled gently at the poetry and wine.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Poetry and Wine glanced at her, then nodded slightly.

Four people stood at the school gate.

The famous general was still rubbing his eyes when the good opera stood beside him, hands in his pockets, as if waiting for someone else to take the first step.

Ai Mushi pulled up the shoulder strap of her backpack slightly.

Then she glanced at Poetry and Wine, just as Poetry and Wine were looking at her.

Their eyes met.

Their eyes met for only a fleeting moment.

Then both of them moved away at the same time.

To escape the slightly awkward atmosphere, Ai-Ai-Hime turned around first and walked into the school gate.

"gone back."

Ai Musou spoke in a calm tone as she walked towards the dormitory.

Poetry and wine stood still, watching each other's backs as they walked into the school gate, growing ever more distant.

She looked down at her palm, her expression somewhat blank.

"Oh dear."

Suddenly, a malicious voice from Good Opera drifted over from the side, carrying a subtle hint of amusement.

What kind of expression was that?

Poetry and Wine expressionlessly lowered their hands.

"He had no expression."

No, there are.

Good Opera's lips curled up slightly, she raised her right hand high and placed her left hand on her chest, striking a peculiar pose as she spoke.

“My eyes have witnessed countless rises and falls—your expression just now, in Act III, Scene II, is usually called—”

"A fine opera."

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"Ok?"

Hearing Poetry and Wine call her name, Good Opera looked at her with some confusion.

"gone."

Ignoring the other person, Shi Yujiu turned and walked towards the school gate, quickening her pace.

Seemingly annoyed, although her face remained expressionless, her ears twitched stubbornly.

The opera singer couldn't help but laugh as he watched her retreating figure.

The famous general Nu Tao watched the opera and then the backs of the poet and the wine enthusiasts, looking completely bewildered, her ears tilting in confusion.

"Good, good opera singer... what happened to her?"

"nothing."

Good Opera raised his hand and gently patted the shoulder of the famous general Nutao twice.

"It was merely the opening act of a magnificent performance."

"...Huh?"

Good Opera offered no explanation, but simply smiled and walked briskly into the school gate, humming an overture that only she could hear as she went.

Mingjiang Nutao was stunned for a moment, then she jogged after her, the hem of her school uniform fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

The morning light spread across the school road, and the leaves of the trees swayed gently in the wind, filtering down slivers of light that fell on the road like scattered gold leaf.

The shadows of the four people stretched out on the ground, some long and some short, as they slowly walked away.

On the way from the school gate to the dormitory building, no one spoke up again.

The mornings in Tressen are quiet, with the occasional sound of whistles from the distant playground during morning exercises.

As we got closer to our dormitories, the energy I had been inspired by the wilderness inevitably began to wane.

Instead, a wave of fatigue slowly washes over me.

Poetry and wine seemed to be getting a little tired. She didn't show it, but her pace slowed down considerably without her realizing it.

As if sensing something, Ai-Ai-Orihime, who was walking in front, naturally slowed her pace by half a beat, tacitly matching the rhythm behind her.

Pushing open the glass door of the dormitory building, the fresh air from the corridor rushed in.

At the fork in the stairs, the opera came to a stop.

"Then, my Leporeno and Percival."

Good Opera didn't follow; she turned around and naturally headed towards the path leading to the other side of the corridor.

Before leaving, she very naturally reached out and grabbed the back of the collar of the famous general Nutao, who was still trying to get closer to the woman he admired.

"Good, good opera singer?"

The famous general Nu Tao was pulled back two steps, his ears fluttering frantically, his eyes full of unease.

"But Ai-mu Orihime looks very tired, and Shi-san's arms—"

"Shhh."

Good Opera put a finger to his lips and smiled meaningfully.

"When a hero returns, what he needs most is hot water, bandages, and an empty bed. Too much spotlight will only make someone who has just come off the field feel lost."

"But……"

Without giving the famous general Nu Tao a chance to continue agonizing, the good opera half-pushed and half-dragged her away.

"And we can't skip class like them, we still have to go to class..."

The great opera whispered in the ear of the famous general, Nutao.

Although the famous general Nu Tao was still looking back every few steps, nervously fidgeting with her cuffs, she did not follow.

Soon, only the sound of her careful, light footsteps and the fading, cheerful tune of the opera remained in the corridor.

The surroundings became completely quiet.

Only poetry, wine, and the love for Orihime remained.

Poetry and Wine: My calves feel a little tight, the abrasions from last night are throbbing, and my knees and lower back are also aching.

They arrived at the dormitory of Orihime, whom they admired.

Orihime stopped in her tracks.

She didn't immediately take out the key to open the door, but instead turned her head to look at the poetry and wine first.

The gaze that adored Orihime swept over Shi and Sake's pale face and slightly unsteady center of gravity, finally settling on the arm wrapped in gauze.

The infirmary opens at eight o'clock.

Ai Mu sighed, then said seriously.

"I know."

"Don't get it wet."

"Ah."

The conversation between the two was extremely short. It was dry and lifeless, not like a real conversation.

Ai Mu looked at her, paused for two seconds, said nothing more, turned around and took out the key to unlock the door.

The door hinges made a slight scraping sound. She went inside, and with a "click," the door closed.

Only Poetry and Wine remained in the corridor.

Poetry and Wine stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door for a while, then turned and walked towards their room not far away.

The black-haired girl pushed open the door and went inside.

No longer needing to smell the earthy scent after the rain, the room was filled with the faint, sun-dried smell of her own bedding.

Poetry and Wine casually tossed his bag on the ground, and as if his bones had been removed, he slowly walked to the bedside and sat down.