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

The soft touch of the mattress came from beneath her, supporting her firmly.

She lowered her head, rolled up her sleeves slightly, and looked at the bandages that were stained with sweat and dirt.

It definitely needs to be disassembled and redone, and it also needs a shower.

But before that, she was so weak that she could barely move a finger and just wanted to lie down on the bed and close her eyes.

'Eh~'

I've only eaten one piece of candy and drunk one can of soup since yesterday, and the dizziness I was already experiencing due to low blood sugar has gotten slightly worse.

She's not some superhero or some mysterious landmine woman who can be fully revived by drinking an energy drink.

Just as Poetry and Wine were staring blankly at the bandages, completely relaxing—

"Tap, tap."

Someone knocked twice on the door of this dormitory room.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment.

She supported herself on her knees, enduring the soreness as she stood up, walked to the door, and pressed the handle.

"Ok?"

Poetry and Wine tilted their heads in slight confusion.

The person outside the door was none other than Orihime, who admired him.

She had clearly changed out of her training clothes very quickly and was now wearing a loose, soft, dark-colored loungewear.

The girl's brown hair was casually tied in a low knot at the back of her head with a hair tie, and a few strands of hair that hadn't been dried hung down beside her cheeks, with the ends still a little damp.

She showed no intention of coming in; she simply stood quietly in the corridor.

At this moment, Ai Musashi was holding a small, transparent, waterproof bag.

She didn't say anything, but simply handed over the small bag.

Poetry and wine—I instinctively reached out to catch them.

The bag contained several large-sized waterproof medical dressings and a small, unopened bottle of portable iodine solution.

"You can't shower with yesterday's bandages on."

Ai Mu, looking earnestly into the eyes of Shi Yu Jiu, said this.

Poetry and Wine looked at what was in his hand, and his fingertips curled slightly.

I admire Orihime for doing so much in just a few minutes.

I went in, changed my clothes, washed my face, rummaged through my first-aid supplies, picked out the right size, and then immediately brought it over.

The other person didn't even take the time to dry their hair.

That's quite an amazing level of initiative.

"……Thanks."

Poetry and wine spoke softly.

P.S.: I didn't get out of class until 10:30 today, and I only finished writing at 1:40. All that adjusting my sleep schedule was for nothing. I'm so sorry I didn't finish yesterday's two updates; I'll make up for it tomorrow.

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"Clean it up, then take a break."

After Ai Mu finished speaking, her gaze lingered on Shi Yu Jiu's face for half a second.

"Eh~"

Ai Mu Shiri sighed with a hint of loss, then turned away and walked towards her room.

The door clicked shut again.

Poetry and Wine stood by the door, holding the waterproof bag the other had given them.

The edges of the plastic packaging were a little rough to the touch, and it contained a lot of things.

A moment later, she hooked the door shut with her heel.

The sound of water running in the bathroom soon began.

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Shi Yujiu sat on the edge of the bed, tore open the packaging of the waterproof dressing, and carefully disinfected and reapplied the wound on her arm.

After everything was tidied up, she drew the curtains, completely blocking out the bright morning sunlight and plunging the room into darkness.

Although she should be in class now, Narita had already informed the student council before she went to see Orihime.

Aigumi Orihime is a horse girl who is going to make her debut, so she can arrange her own training plan to a certain extent.

But poetry and wine are different; she didn't debut in the competition, so she must have a reason for not attending class today.

The reason she told Naritaji yesterday was that she was injured and needed to rest for a day.

Now that I'm actually injured, I can stay in my dorm and skip class without feeling guilty.

Poetry and Wine lifted the covers and lay down inside.

The bed was very soft, and the corners of the blankets smelled faintly of laundry detergent.

As she closed her eyes, the image of the two of them being forced to be pressed together last night involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Poetry and Wine pulled his hands under the covers, his fingers curled slightly, and his fingertips silently pressed against his palms. He curled up awkwardly.

'I can't think about it anymore.'

She shook her head, banishing all these unnecessary thoughts from her mind, and tried to enter a state of dormancy.

The more she tried to control herself from thinking about yesterday, the redder Shi Yujiu's face became.

I don't know how much time has passed.

"boom!"

The bed board was slammed down with a loud bang by the somewhat annoyed black-haired girl.

……

Once the door was closed, all sounds in the hallway were completely cut off.

Ai Mu Shi put the key back on the table.

The room was exactly as it was when she left.

A notebook lay untidy on the desk, a fountain pen was beside it, and the cap was not closed... was it closed?

'Is this really true?'

Ai Mu Orihime could only assume that her roommate had packed her things for her. After all, Maki Rei was in class, and Ai Mu Orihime couldn't possibly go to her classroom to ask.

The curtains were drawn, and a little bit of gentle sunlight shone through the gaps.

Ai Mu stood by the door for a few seconds, then went over and pulled up the curtains to block out the sunlight.

Then she went into the bathroom and rinsed her face under the tap.

Cold water was flowing from the tap, and Aigumi scooped up the water and splashed it on her face again.

Although she had already showered when she got back, she still couldn't help wanting to shower again, trying to clear her mind.

Ai Mu looked up at herself in the mirror.

The girl's brown hair was messy, and the hair tie she used to keep out the wind last night had slipped down to the ends. A few strands of hair clung to the side of her face and were not completely dry.

There was a slight bluish tinge under his eyes, and his complexion wasn't good; he looked noticeably tired.

She wrung out a towel, vigorously dried her face, and paused in front of the mirror.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he admired Orihime but couldn't help recalling yesterday's experience.

I wonder what happened to Poetry and Wine's arm.

Last night, she used ordinary gauze bandages for emergency use, which are not waterproof.

The two of them walked back this morning and were sweating. With the morning dew, the bandage is probably soaked through by now.

She had just packed her things, delivered them, and then came back.

This time, I'm really all alone.

Ai Mu Shiri tied her hair into a low knot at the back of her head with a hair tie and sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling somewhat bored.

She sat quietly for a while, and although she was a little tired, she did not lie down immediately.

The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the bright morning sunlight, making the room dark and quiet.

Ai Musou changed her posture, her back slightly hunched, her elbows resting on her knees, her purple eyes staring somewhat unfocused at the floor.

Why do I feel like she looks a lot like my sister?

The strange feeling lasted for a while, then her ears twitched slightly.

"elder sister."

The fingers that admired Orihime tightened slightly on her knee.

She was sitting in the tent at the time. Shi and Jiu had already fainted due to low blood sugar and were breathing very shallowly. Ai Mu Zhi Ji thought she had already fainted, and since Shi and Jiu were afraid of water, she didn't say anything to wake Shi and Jiu up.

When she heard the other person mumbling "sister" in her dream, Orihime didn't react at first.

When she realized it later, she didn't know that the "sister" wasn't being called at her.

The person I dreamt of in my dreams, the one who admired Orihime, I don't know, and I have no intention of asking.

She closed her eyes and stopped thinking about it.

Spending a long time in the mountains can make people think less, something that Ai-Orihime has always known.

Unfortunately, this trip only slightly relieved the pressure she had felt from her previous defeat in the debut competition.

His plan to give up on himself was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the black-haired girl.

"Eh~"

She likes to be alone.

Ai Musou turned to lie on her side on the bed, pulled the blanket up, and buried her face slightly in the pillow.

The night sky atop the mountain still held a place in her consciousness. Ai Haibara slowed her breathing, trying to fall asleep.

Sleepiness finally crept in slowly.

……

It was noon, and poetry and wine were awakened by hunger.

She stood frozen in the dark room for a few seconds.

The curtains blocked out the sunlight completely, leaving the room pitch black.

She glanced at her phone; it was past midnight.

Poetry and Wine kicked off the blankets, slowly sat up, and began to think.

She got out of bed after checking that the bandage on her arm was okay.

Poetry and Wine combed her hair again in front of the mirror, changed into clean clothes, and tidied up the room before leaving.

It was past lunchtime in the cafeteria, and there weren't many people there. Most of the people here didn't have the habit of taking a lunch break, or they were just here to replenish their energy after training.

The sounds of trays clattering and voices mingled together.

Poetry and Wine grabbed some food and then found a corner by the window to sit down.

She quietly ate the food on her plate while looking at the scenery outside the window.

Just then, a vibrant voice rang out.

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"Jiusang?"

Poetry and wine raise their heads.