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

Narita excitedly opened the lecture notes, casually wrote the date in the corner, and then continued speaking without looking up.

"By the way, have you thought about the debut competition again, Mr. Jiu?"

The words were spoken.

Poetry and Wine's fingers paused briefly at the edge of the textbook.

Narita's question touched on her concerns, as she was currently considering whether or not to participate in the debut competition because she was short of money and wanted to repay the chairman.

The black-haired girl hesitated for a long time before finally letting out a soft sigh.

"……No."

She paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

"I haven't decided yet."

Narita didn't seem surprised. She nodded seriously, her face still bearing a warm smile.

Although he was still thinking about it, Poetry and Wine didn't continue the conversation.

She desperately needed the money, but was still hesitant because she needed to recuperate.

'Eh~'

Poetry and Wine thought somewhat helplessly, maybe he just needed a certain opportunity?

"It doesn't matter,"

Seeing Shi and Jiu's gloomy expression, Narita gently comforted them.

"I was just asking casually. After all, with such good results, Jiu-san is bound to shine brightly after her debut, right?"

"If I debuted at the same time as you, we would run into each other."

"Aren't you afraid I'll take all your victories away?"

Upon hearing Naritaji's words, Poetry and Wine couldn't help but ask curiously.

Because she always looked like she was crying after the Narita Road matches, she made a rare, not-so-funny joke today.

Narita simply smiled and waved his hand.

"Hmph, I'm determined to be just as good as Jiu-san."

She patted her chest, looking incredibly confident.

Poetry and Wine didn't say anything more, only gave a faint "hmm".

Just then.

The bell rang, and the noise in the classroom subsided considerably. A few people in the front row stuffed their training records back into their bags, and the conversation in the back row also stopped.

At this moment, the teacher walked in, placed his lesson plan on the podium, and began to call out names one by one.

Narita tidied up the handouts on the table, picked up her pen again, and didn't mention the amusement park or the track race again. She sat quietly and waited for class to begin.

Poetry and wine turned themselves back around, lowered their heads to open their textbooks, and found today's page number.

Several figures were still running around on the track outside the window. She glanced at them and then looked away.

……

On Saturday morning, Poetry and Wine woke up very early.

The black-haired girl groggily opened her eyes in bed and slowly sat up.

If we meet at nine o'clock, there's still enough time.

She took a shower, carefully dried her hair, and stood in front of the mirror a little longer than usual.

Poetry and Wine tucked a stray strand of hair with white highlights behind her ear, looked at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, felt it looked unnatural, and then let it fall back to its original state.

Finally, she changed into a light gray casual top and dark trousers. The black-haired girl turned halfway around in front of the mirror to make sure everything was alright before leaving the bathroom.

It's still about anthropomorphic clothing.

She was too lazy to go to the cafeteria for breakfast, so she just bought a rice ball and a bottle of milk from the convenience store downstairs.

Poetry and Wine finished eating in the corridor, folded the packaging and threw it into the trash can, then picked up their bags and walked towards the school gate.

Treson was much quieter than usual on the weekend. There were almost no people on the school roads. Occasionally, you would run into one or two early risers, and they would just exchange greetings without saying anything more.

Poetry and wine really enjoy this quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

After a while.

After reaching the door, Shi Yujiu took out his phone and glanced at it.

It's 8:10.

We were a full fifty minutes early, but Poetry and Wine had nothing else to do, so we didn't mind the wait.

She found a shady spot by the door, put her hands in her pockets, glanced outside, then looked away and waited quietly.

The morning sun slanted down from the sky, casting long shadows from the trees lining the roadside, which swayed gently in the breeze.

The air still carried a slight chill, but when Shi Yujiu looked up at the sky, he found it to be as if it had been thoroughly washed.

The blue sky was so clear, without a single cloud.

It will be a nice day today.

The combination of poetry and wine instantly lifted my spirits.

Before long, light footsteps could be heard in the distance, and without even looking up, Poetry and Wine knew who it was.

"Jiusang?"

As you turn the corner from the corridor, you can immediately see Poetry & Wine standing at the entrance.

She didn't stop walking. The blonde girl smiled and waved to greet her first, then spoke as she got closer.

"You're here so early."

Poetry and Wine then turned their gaze to her and looked at her seriously.

Today, Narita-ro changed into his own clothes.

She wore a pure white turtleneck long-sleeved T-shirt, layered with a light blue sleeveless knitted vest, the hem of which was casually tied in a knot on the left side, making her look light and playful.

The girl wore a small brown scarf around her neck, loosely wrapped around her neck and hanging down in front of her collarbone; the color of the scarf was similar to the silver buckle belt around her waist.

She wore light khaki shorts and light gray knee-high boots, with a matching knitted hat pulled low over her head, revealing Naritaji's bright purple-gold eyes.

Narita looks like a model who stepped straight out of an outdoor-style magazine.

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Golden horse ears peeked out from the side of Narita Road's hat, swaying gently as she walked.

"Um,"

"It's a bit early."

Narita walked over and stood next to her. The two stood side by side facing the door. Narita glanced at her and tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"It's just the two of us, there's no one else."

Poetry and Wine didn't speak immediately. She stroked her chin and thought for a moment. When Narita invited her, he said it was to "scout out" the place, meaning the two of them would go.

It wasn't anything particularly unexpected.

She put her hands back in her pockets and gave a soft reply.

"Oh, I see."

Seeing her reaction, Narita smiled but didn't say anything more.

She looked up at the door and then pushed her bag strap over her shoulder.

"Let's go, now is the perfect time to leave."

The two walked out of the school gate.

The streets outside the gate were a bit more lively than the campus.

In Tokyo, everyone wakes up quickly in the morning. The convenience stores on the street are already open, and the lights in the glass windows illuminate the floor tiles in front of them.

The vending machine next to them made a low hum as it ran, and a man in work clothes stood there drinking a can of coffee, not looking at anything.

The pedestrian traffic light at the intersection in the distance was counting down. Several people riding bicycles to work were waiting side by side. As soon as the red light turned green, they all stepped off at once.

No matter which country you're in, the pressure of living in a big city is never low for the average person.

Narita walked to the left of Poetry and Wine, taking slightly larger steps than her, and the two naturally maintained a similar rhythm.

As she walked, she took out her phone to check the route, swiped her thumb across the screen twice, then put the phone back in her pocket and looked up ahead.

"Take three bus stops, then transfer to the subway, and it will take about forty minutes."

"Ah."

"Have you been to that amusement park, Jiu Sang?"

"No."

"I actually passed by once last year."

Naritaji seemed to have thought of something interesting, and his tone rose slightly.

"I thought it would be interesting to go inside and take a look, but I bought the wrong ticket and couldn't get in from the outside."

She paused, then added.

"But today is different; today is a proper site visit."

Poetry and Wine turned their heads and glanced at her.

"Is it because that amusement park has separate tickets for weekends and weekdays?"

"Ah."

Narita paused for a rare moment, turned his head to the side, and pulled his hat brim down.

She said somewhat shyly.

"That was a special case."

Poetry and wine said nothing more, turning their gaze back to what was ahead.

Narita cleared his throat, and the topic changed naturally.

"Anyway, I'll be careful today and won't drag you around everywhere."

Narita spoke very quickly, but Shiyujiu immediately understood that she wasn't just referring to herself.

She didn't reply, but just shook her head slightly in dissatisfaction.

"You don't need to pay special attention to me."

"I know."

Narita said in a calm and unhurried tone.

"But we're out having fun today, not competing, so don't be so serious."

Poetry and wine offered no answer.

The bus stop is already in sight, and there are a few people waiting by the platform.

As I approached Narita Road, I glanced at the bus stop sign to confirm my direction, then found a spot in the waiting area, slid my bag off my shoulder, and carried it with one hand.

While waiting for the bus, neither of them spoke again.

Actually, as horse girls, they could run directly to the amusement park, but one reason is that they are wearing casual clothes and don't want to get dirty with sweat and dust, and the other is that they are not wearing special sports shoes, as running there directly would damage their shoes.

A morning breeze blew from the other side of the street, gently lifting a corner of the scarf around Narita's neck. She raised her hand to press it down, letting it hang back down.

Poetry and Wine stood quietly beside her, hands in their pockets, gazing at the shadows of the trees across the street, lost in thought.

The morning sunlight cast the shadows of the two people on the ground, very close together. With the gentle swaying in the wind, their shadows overlapped lightly and then separated in the blink of an eye.

In the distance, the front of the bus had already appeared at the corner of the intersection.

The bus arrived at the station, the doors opened, and a stream of air mixed with the cool air from the air conditioner rushed out.