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

Narita went upstairs to buy the tickets first, then walked a few steps inside and glanced back at Poetry and Wine.

Poetry and wine followed. After buying the tickets, she glanced at her wallet with a hint of heartache, then put it back in her pocket and walked inside.

The carriage wasn't too crowded. Most of the people traveling at this time in the morning were either returning from the morning market or running errands on the weekend.

People sat scattered about, speaking softly, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

Narita found two seats side by side by the window, put his bag on his lap, moved further in, and turned his head to indicate the empty seat next to him to Poetry and Wine.

Poetry and Wine sat down next to her, straightened the straps of his backpack, leaned back in his chair, and looked out the window.

The doors closed, the bus slowly started moving, the roadside trees in front of the school gate gradually receded, and then the shops along the street became increasingly dense.

The street scene stretched lazily out the window, and the sunlight made every pane of glass shine brightly.

Narita pushed his hat back, turned his face to the window, looked out for a while, and then turned back.

"How does Mr. Jiu usually spend his days off?"

She asked with some curiosity.

"Hmm~"

I pondered the choice between poetry and wine.

"Sleep, train, read."

After listening, Narita nodded without showing any surprise, since it seemed like something that poetry and wine could do.

Then she asked another question.

"Aren't you going out for a walk?"

"No, generally not."

Upon hearing this, Narita stroked his chin, adopting a thoughtful expression.

"why?"

Poetry and Wine glanced at her sideways, thought for a moment, and then told the truth.

"There's nowhere in particular I want to go."

Actually, he didn't have any money, and he felt that he had no one to accompany him and no place to have fun alone.

Narita nodded, without pressing for more advice like, "Then you should go out more often."

She turned back to look out the window once more, and then said.

"Then today is an exception."

"It is."

"Then I am honored to invite you out."

Upon hearing this, Shi Yujiu glanced at Narita Road with a hint of helplessness.

Naritaji wore a gentle smile, seemingly unaffected by the poetry and wine.

The air conditioner in the carriage hummed evenly, and the street scene outside moved backward piece by piece. The angle of the sunlight changed slowly as the car moved, from oblique to straight, gradually shortening the shadows on the armrests of the seats.

Narita put her bag in the gap between the seat and the window, untied the scarf around her neck, folded it and placed it on top of the bag, then leaned back in her seat.

The blonde girl sank down a little, her posture more relaxed than before.

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Are there any rides at the amusement park that you particularly don't want to ride?

Narita asked casually, conducting basic pre-trip checks.

Poetry and Wine lowered his head, touched his chin, and thought for a moment.

"Like a giant swing ride, right?"

She had never been to an amusement park, but had only heard that such things were very exciting.

But her heart isn't very good, so let's forget about it.

Narita turned to look at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes, but she didn't ask any questions. She just smiled and nodded, noting the detail down.

"Okay, then we won't go to those types of entertainment facilities."

"It's not that I'm afraid."

Seeing that Cheng Tianlu was comforting a child, Shi Yujiu paused helplessly, feeling that he needed to make things clear.

"I just don't like this type."

"I know."

Naritaji maintained his gentle smile, making no special reaction to the explanation.

"I said I'm not going, and that means I'm not going."

Poetry and wine fell silent, turning their gaze back to the window.

The street scene has changed again, with large shopping malls and wide roads appearing. A row of cars is parked at the intersection waiting for the red light, and pedestrians are crossing the zebra crossing in twos and threes.

The announcement came from the front of the carriage. Narita sat up a little straighter, glanced out the window to confirm, and then turned his head to speak.

"Next stop, take the subway."

"Ah."

The bus slowed down, the platform appeared outside the window, and the bus smoothly pulled over to a stop, the doors opening.

Narita stood up first, slung his bag over his shoulder, took two steps forward, and when he turned around, he saw that Poetry and Wine had also stood up.

She didn't say much, turned around and followed the crowd toward the car door.

The two people got off the train and stood on the platform.

The subway entrance is across the street; just cross a zebra crossing.

The light was green, and Chengtian Road strode forward, with poetry and wine following behind.

The two people crossed the road as the light turned green. The sunlight was pressing down from directly above, making it much brighter than in the morning.

We arrived at the subway station quickly.

Cheng Tianlu stepped aside and waited a moment, letting Shi Yu Jiu go in first.

It was much cooler inside, and people were coming and going. The ticket gates opened and closed, making a few noises.

The two people swiped their cards to enter the station, followed the signs to the platform, took the escalator down, and stood in front of the platform screen doors to wait for the train.

Standing on the platform, Poetry and Wine could feel a cool breeze blowing from the depths of the tunnel.

The neckline of the person on Narita Road, who wasn't wearing a scarf, was blown up a little by the wind.

She raised her hand to adjust her hat, then turned her head to glance at Poetry and Wine.

Poetry and Wine stood beside her, the strap of his backpack draped over one shoulder, looking somewhat bored at the billboards on the opposite platform.

Narita Road turned his gaze away and looked ahead.

Two lights appeared in the tunnel in the distance, and the roar of a train came from underground, getting closer and closer.

Then the front of the train appeared at the tunnel entrance, rushing into the platform with a gust of air.

The platform screen door opens.

"Let's go."

Narita turned his head and smiled.

The two of them walked into the carriage together.

The air conditioning in the subway car was colder than on the bus. Shi Yujiu sat down and hugged her backpack to her lap. The temperature difference made her hunch her shoulders slightly.

Narita sat down next to her, took off his hat and put it on his lap.

She raised her hand to smooth her golden horse ears that were being pressed down by the brim of her hat, running her fingers from the base of her ears to the tips. Only after she finished did she lean back in her seat and look up at the route map above the opposite carriage door.

There were more people in the carriage than on the bus. An elderly couple sat side by side, each holding a folded newspaper and looking down at it.

The noises blended together.

Poetry and Wine didn't get up to look at her phone. She leaned back in her seat, a little bored, and her gaze wandered aimlessly around the carriage before finally settling on her knees.

Narita turned his head to look at her and waved.

"There are four more stops to go."

"Ah."

"Does Jiu Sang not get carsick?"

"I'm not dizzy."

Poetry and Wine fell silent upon hearing this.

'Who gets carsick on the subway...?'

However, considering that Narita was also concerned about her, she didn't say anything else.

Narita nodded, looked back at the route map, and after a while, spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Last time I came, it was during a holiday. The train was so crowded that there was no room to even put my bag. I stood for three stops, and my legs were numb when I got off. Coming at this time today is just right."

Poetry and wine didn't respond; they just listened quietly.

After finishing her sentence, Narita didn't continue the conversation. The two of them leaned against each other, letting the train carry them from station to station.

Outside the car window was an underground tunnel, pitch black.

There was a work light at intervals on the wall, which flashed briefly on the windowpane, its reflection shining briefly in the darkness before disappearing again.

Two more stops later, the carriage was a little less crowded, and the seats opposite the door became empty.

Not long after, a woman and a little girl got in.

The little girl looked about four or five years old, holding a doll with a blue sky and clouds in her arms, her legs dangling over the edge of the seat.

After swaying for a while, her big eyes started to wander around the carriage, stopping when they reached the Narita Road side.

She stared intently at the horse's head on Narita Road, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were seriously studying some important issue.

Narita noticed, glanced down at her, smiled at her, and tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The little girl froze for almost two seconds, then suddenly buried her face in the Qingyun Sky doll.

She gripped the doll even tighter with both hands, leaving half an ear and a section of its neck exposed, completely red.

The woman next to him glanced down, said nothing, and then looked back at her phone screen.

Poetry and Wine took in this scene from the corner of her eye, without saying a word. She quietly shifted her gaze back to the dark tunnel outside the car window.

The announcement for the station came on, and Narita put his hat back on, stood up, and picked up his bag.

"We're here, let's go."

As you exit the ticket gate, the steps lead to the ground, and sunlight immediately floods in.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, squinted slightly, and waited for their eyes to adjust to the sunlight before continuing on their way.

Tokyo was already bustling with activity by morning.

This area is much wider than the vicinity of the academy. Across the street is a continuous commercial district with various signs of different colors hanging in a row at different heights.

There were many more pedestrians on the street.

Narita stood at the bottom of the steps, looked up to confirm the direction, turned right, and started walking.

"It's about a ten-minute walk from here."

Poetry and wine followed, and the two walked into the commercial street.

Shop windows along the street receded one by one, revealing sportswear stores, clothing stores...

A small blackboard was placed in front of a dessert shop, with the words "Today's Special" written in chalk. The handwriting was a bit crooked, and the last word was obviously corrected, as it was darker than the other words.

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