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

My battered body can finally get some rest.

Walking to the desk, Shi Yujiu casually took off his backpack.

"Ding-dong."

The crisp sound of metal clashing rang out in the quiet room, and Shi Yujiu paused slightly as he put down his bag.

Her gaze fell and settled on the white half-heart puzzle charm on the bag's zipper.

Poetry and Wine reached out and gently untied the pendant.

The white metallic surface has a slightly cool touch, and the edges have jagged, interlocking joints.

She sat down in the swivel chair in front of the desk, leaning back wearily into the soft backrest, idly playing with the small metal piece in her hand.

Images of what happened at the amusement park today involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

What did Narita-ro say back then?

One for each of you, consider it a memento of today.

but……

Poetry and Wine slowly rubbed the metal edge of the gear with their fingertips, a look of doubt appearing in their cool, dark eyes.

Generally speaking, it's quite normal for two young girls to buy matching souvenirs when they go out together.

But these are a pair of couple pendants that can only be pieced together to form a complete heart.

Furthermore, Narita's actions today were far too intimate.

Whether it's subconscious physical contact or insisting on taking a photo with her while she's wearing a headdress on the roadside.

'Could it be...?'

A thought that even Poetry and Wine themselves found somewhat absurd appeared in Poetry and Wine's mind.

'Narita-ji, could it be that she...'

interesting?

'Impossible, absolutely impossible.'

Poetry and Wine raised his hand and gently tapped his forehead with the back of his fingers.

She clutched her head in apparent pain.

What am I thinking...?

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'I was just being delusional.'

Poetry and wine mercilessly mocked themselves in their hearts.

Narita Road is equally welcoming to everyone.

The fact that she hugged herself in the haunted house was purely because she was timid. She probably bought the jigsaw puzzle keychain just because she thought the design was fun, or simply as a souvenir.

As for that photo, Naritaji probably has a picture of her with half of the girls in the academy in his phone's photo album.

Misinterpreting this natural closeness and puppy-like enthusiasm as some other motive...

He was far too confident, even to the point of being somewhat unreasonable.

Reason regained the upper hand, and Poetry and Wine believed their logic was impeccable.

Having figured this out, the turmoil in my mind regarding poetry and wine returned to calm.

She casually placed the white pendant on the desk.

The small metal piece lay quietly on the table. Although its overly cute shape seemed out of place with the girl's somewhat disappointed expression, it added a touch of life to the clean room.

"...You're overthinking it."

The bones made a soft cracking sound, and Poetry and Wine stood up and stretched lazily.

She desperately needs a long, hot bath to completely wash away the negative effects of the amusement park experience.

After gathering her change of clothes, Poetry and Wine paused again on her way to the bathroom.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze sweeping across half the room, and landed once again on the white half-heart on the table, reflecting the cold light of the desk lamp.

"……never mind."

The black-haired girl entered the bathroom with a jumble of thoughts in her mind.

In the bathroom, the steam that was originally thick was gradually thinning as the exhaust fan worked frantically.

"Splash—"

The shower water was turned off.

Poetry and Wine stood under the shower, their hands braced against the wall, not daring to face the showerhead directly.

She let the last drop of warm water slide down her slender back.

It must be admitted that those damn amusement park rides did indeed bring her a lot of negative effects.

Even now, when I think back on it, I still have a lingering feeling of spasms.

But the hot water helps to wash away the fatigue in the body.

The noise that filled my ears during the day, and the chaotic thoughts brought about by the metal pendant now lying quietly on the desk, were finally cleared away like soap bubbles on my body.

Now, with poetry and wine, my mind is completely blank.

It's better not to have to think than to have a head full of jumbled thoughts.

After drying herself off with a snow-white bath towel, Shi Yujiu changed into a loose and comfortable set of pajamas.

She stepped out of the bathroom and casually dried her still-dripping black hair with a hairdryer.

Then he went straight to the bedside and threw himself heavily into the soft quilt.

She turned off the only lamp in the room.

Darkness surged in like a tidal wave, enveloping her instantly.

In the quiet darkness, Poetry and Wine slowly opened their black eyes, staring blankly at a certain spot on the ceiling.

All right.

It's time to seriously consider that issue she's been putting off for so long.

—Regarding the debut competition.

Most of the horse girls at Treson Academy eventually find their place on the football field.

Of course, sports competitions are cruel, and many female athletes will choose to honestly find a good university, apply for a major, and study hard.

Poetry and wine have always maintained a delicate attitude towards this matter.

She doesn't mind running.

The feeling of the wind whistling in your ears, your heart pounding, and your blood boiling can indeed bring the body the most primal pleasure.

If it weren't for the fact that she needed to recuperate, she would have chosen to participate in the competition from the beginning.

In contrast, she dislikes things outside of the competition even more.

Spotlight, media frenzy, and unwarranted expectations from the audience.

Based on her usual logic, she will most likely choose to continue to delay this matter.

but……

She's running out of money.

Although the chairman gave a lot, Shi Yujiu is not the kind of person who can use other people's money with a clear conscience.

In addition, there was the influence of her admiration for Orihime and Naritaji.

The breath of poetry and wine paused slightly.

Ai Mu's condition has improved compared to before, and Shi and Jiu don't know if it's because he went to the wilderness to look for her that day.

But the other party still hasn't resolved their inner conflict.

Orihime, who loves Orihime, firmly believes that she was born into this world by robbing her sister of her right to live.

Therefore, she must win all the matches, using each victory as a sacrificial offering to atone for the guilt of "surviving alone."

Poetry and Wine had to admit that they were indeed very similar, and neither of them had many problems.

The problem girls still tend to group together by their kind.

If you want to break the vicious cycle of self-isolation caused by your love for Orihime, the most direct and effective way is to kick her hard on the track she is most obsessed with.

Even winning the debut match but being judged to have lost puts pressure on Orihime, leading to retaliatory training in the wild.

Poetry and Wine felt that if they were to directly crush Orihime, who admired them, she would cry.

She was forced to shift her gaze from the ethereal undead to the living, breathing opponent before her.

Use pure victory and defeat, and the pain of reality, to wake up that guy who's indulging in illusions.

But the prerequisite is that, as the person executing this tactic, one must first stand on the starting line of what is called the race track.

Poetry and wine closed their eyes in the darkness and took a deep breath.

The jumbled thoughts brought on by the amusement park, and the agonizing question of whether I was being delusional, were temporarily forgotten at this moment.

One reason is to respond to Naritaji's expectations as a friend.

And going to the racetrack to wake up Orihime is another one.

Most importantly, she ran out of money.

Poetry and wine are no longer accustomed to making a living by doing odd jobs.

The prize money she won from just one competition was enough for her to work for a lifetime.

These three extremely practical reasons combined are enough to give poetry and wine a strong chance of making it into the debut competition.

'Worth a try.'

She silently made up her mind.

Poetry and Wine suddenly rolled over, pulling the blanket up to wrap themselves even tighter.

The slight warmth that had initially arisen from the bath did not fade with time. Instead, it gathered in her heart and formed an undeniable surge of heat.

"...Debut competition."

In the last moment before her consciousness completely faded into sleep, the black-haired girl's lips twitched slightly upward in the darkness.

She made her decision.

……

The next morning.

Everything at Treson Academy was as usual.

The sounds of the female horse training and the trainers' powerful whistles could already be heard from the training ground.

After getting up, Poetry and Wine walked straight through the spacious corridor of the main teaching building and stopped at the end of the corridor in front of a heavy mahogany double door.

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Poetry and Wine raised their hands and knocked on the door several times.

"Knock knock knock".

"Please come in."

A calm and authoritative voice came from inside the door.

Poetry and wine push open the door.

The morning sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the vintage bookshelves that covered the entire wall and the solid wood desk in the center, making them spotless.