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

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"Waaah..."

Lingzuan Qibao clutched her stomach, feeling even worse.

She felt like she was about to shatter.

Just then.

A familiar, indifferent voice came from behind without warning.

"You didn't have breakfast, did you?"

That sound?!

Diamond Treasure suddenly turned around and looked toward the source of the sound.

Under the shade of the trees, poetry and wine had appeared out of nowhere.

The difference is that today she is wearing a well-tailored dark suit.

Her long, black-and-white highlighted hair was tied into a low ponytail, and she seemed to be wearing a pair of non-prescription glasses on her nose to match her identity.

She looks capable and mature, exuding an aloof and elite vibe.

But those deep black eyes were still the same ones that Diamond Treasure knew.

"A little wine?!"

Diamond Treasure was so startled he almost jumped up.

"You...you know who I am..."

She was about to rush over and ask about her doubts.

But he was interrupted by poetry and wine raising their hands.

Poetry and wine require no superfluous words.

She stepped forward and took out a beautifully packaged, generously sized sandwich from her briefcase.

Then it was handed directly to the Diamond Treasure.

The sandwich is filled with thick slices of ham, lettuce, and egg, and has an enticing aroma of wheat.

"then."

The sounds of poetry and wine remained cool and detached, yet their actions carried an air of undeniable authority.

"Let's finish this first and then talk about it."

Diamond Treasure stared blankly at the sandwich, then looked at the familiar Poetry and Wine in front of her, whose aura remained unchanged despite the change in attire.

"…Um!"

She nodded and then took the sandwich with both hands.

Diamond Treasure tore open the packaging and took a big bite.

after awhile.

The only sound on the tree-lined path was the faint rustling of wrapping paper being crumpled.

Diamond Baby puffed out his cheeks and swallowed the generously portioned sandwich in the last bite.

She squinted her eyes contentedly, a little breadcrumb still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

The despairing look that seemed like the sky was falling had long since vanished.

Indeed, eating can solve most problems.

Poetry and wine watched her quietly, without urging her on.

Only after Lingzuan Qibao swallowed the last mouthful did he naturally pull out an unopened bottle of mineral water from the side pocket of his briefcase.

"Give."

She unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it over.

"Oh! Thank you, Xiao Jiu!"

Diamond Treasure took the water and tilted his head back to drink it.

The cool liquid flowed down my throat, relieving the thirst caused by my ravenous eating.

She drank half of it in one gulp before stopping and letting out a sigh of relief.

Then, Diamond Treasure subconsciously wanted to return the bottle to Poetry and Wine.

"...Um, I've finished drinking."

Poetry and Wine glanced down at the bottle, its neck still stained with a little oil and water, and then looked at the clear eyes of Diamond Treasure.

She didn't reach out to take it.

"It's yours."

Poetry and wine were spoken casually, hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, standing tall and straight under the dappled shadows of the trees.

"Take it, I'm not thirsty."

Lingzuan Qibao paused for a moment, then obediently hugged the half-full bottle of water.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 35 Real or Fake

After a satisfying meal, reason returned.

Diamond Treasure blinked its light green eyes.

My gaze lingered on Shi Yujiu's mature professional attire and his work badge that read "Trainer."

“Oi, Xiao Jiu…”

The voice of the diamond-encrusted treasure was filled with confusion:

"You still have your original memories, don't you!"

"What on earth is going on? Why have everyone's memories changed? Why did you become a trainer? Why are we the only ones with the original memories..."

Faced with this barrage of questions, Poetry and Wine fell silent.

Is there any possibility?

Everyone else is fine; the problem lies with those two.

Her dark eyes behind the glasses flickered slightly as she looked at the innocent-looking horse girl in front of her.

The playful blue handwriting on that notebook flashed through my mind.

[Completed four soul-stirring trips]

[Deepen Bonds]

[Script World]

'To be honest, tell this idiot we're trapped in a scripted world.'

Furthermore, the condition for completing the game is that you must win over each other like in a dating sim…

It's estimated that it would cause someone whose brain isn't particularly bright to shut down on the spot, and might even lead to death from shame and indignation.

That person is not about poetry and wine.

Really.

'...You absolutely must not tell the truth.'

Poetry and wine made their decision quickly in their minds.

She pushed up her non-prescription glasses to hide the fleeting guilt in her eyes.

Then they decided to weave a white lie that aligned with their worldview.

"call……"

She sighed softly, her expression instantly becoming serious and inscrutable.

"Qibao, have you heard of the legend of the 'Three Goddesses'?"

"Huh? The Three Goddesses?"

Diamond Treasure immediately perked up its ears and feigned piety.

"Of course I've heard of it! That's the god who blesses us racehorse girls..."

"Yes."

Poetry and Wine nodded, speaking calmly as if stating an objective fact.

"Last night, the three goddesses appeared to me in a dream."

"A...a dream?!"

Diamond Treasure covered her mouth in surprise.

"Yes. They said that in view of our efforts and potential in the real world, they decided to grant us a special 'opportunity'."

Poetry and Wine trembled slightly, but still began to ramble on without changing his expression.

She borrowed the settings from the fantasy novels and action comics she had read at street stalls in her previous life.

"This is a world created by the three goddesses where 'Horse Girls can live like in reality,' which is a scripted world independent of reality."

She held up a finger and waved it in front of the Diamond Treasure.

"In the real world, our time is standing still."

"But we can actually spend three years here."

"That is to say..."

Poetry and Wine looked at the diamond-like treasure with sharp, provocative eyes:

"We have three more years of training time, competition experience, and tactical integration period than others."

"Everything that happened in these three years will become our physical instincts and valuable experiences when we wake up from this dream, and we will bring them back to reality."

"This is a trial, but also a great gift."

At this point, Poetry and Wine paused.

She nervously adopted the demeanor of a professional trainer:

"But the three goddesses don't want us all to step onto the track."

"As a second choice, in this world, in order to better assist you, my identity has been set as 'trainer'."

"My mission is to use all my knowledge over these three years to train you into the best racehorse girl."

These words.

Logically consistent (although it's all made up).

It also has style (borrowing the name of the gods).

Moreover, it perfectly explains the current situation.

Lingzuan Qibao was stunned.

Her light green eyes widened, eventually radiating an almost worshipful light.