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

Behind the desk, the racehorse known as "Emperor"—the symbol of Rudolph—sat upright in a high-backed leather chair.

She was wearing a neatly made Tresson uniform, and her long, dark brown hair flowed smoothly down her back.

Rudolf is symbolically holding a pen, signing his name with remarkable fluency on thick documents.

Upon hearing footsteps, Rudolf immediately raised his head.

"It's you, poetry and wine."

Rudolf symbolizes putting down the pen and instead placing his ten fingers interlaced on the table.

She looked at the poetry and wine with a slight smile on her face.

"It's rare to see you in the student council room at this time. If it's about your application for exemption from cultural courses, I remember it was approved last week."

The "Emperor" possesses an extremely terrifying memory for every student in the academy.

"It's not an application for exemption from repairs."

Poetry and Wine: One hand holds a folder, while the other pulls out a flat A4 sheet of paper from it.

She took two steps forward and placed it neatly on the desk that Rudolf symbolized.

"I'm here to submit my registration application for the debut competition, President."

The black-haired girl's voice was as cold and clear as ever, but it brought a hint of surprise to Rudolf's symbolic face behind the desk.

Her curious gaze slowly moved from the expressionless face of Poetry and Wine to the application form on the table.

Almost everyone in the upper echelons of Treson Academy knew about the exception of poetry and wine.

The training data was excellent, and the student was even personally selected by the chairman of the board.

Although their origins are unclear, everyone is very optimistic about the potential of poetry and wine.

Rudolph symbolized that he had secretly been watching this junior who was on the fringes of society more than once, and even privately suppressed a lot of pressure on her to debut.

In her ideal blueprint of "creating an era where every racehorse girl can be happy," if running cannot bring happiness, then she will never force anyone to stand on the starting line.

Therefore, Rudolf symbolizes that when he encounters poetry and wine at the training ground, he will choose to ask poetry and wine for his opinion.

"This is truly... an unexpected surprise."

Rudolph leaned back in his chair, a hint of satisfaction in his purple eyes.

She gazed appreciatively at the poetry and wine.

"I always thought you had some reason for not wanting to participate in the competition."

Rudolf paused, his tone softening slightly.

"Can you tell me your reasons? What changed your decision?"

Poetry and Wine stood still, their gazes calmly meeting hers.

There's no particular reason.

"I just want to run away."

She paused, a sharp glint flashing in her dark eyes.

"Let's move to another spot. Let's go take a look ahead."

Rudolf silently gazed at her for a few seconds.

"I understand."

An appreciative smile appeared on Rudolf's symbolic face.

She picked up the pen on the table again, removed the cap, and signed her name on the poetry and wine application form with a flourish, then stamped it with the student council's approval seal.

"Treson Academy will always welcome every soul that is willing to step onto the track."

"One horse leads the way, and all other horses lose their glory."

She solemnly handed the stamped application form back to Poetry and Wine.

"Go, go find your own path. But..."

Rudolf suddenly changed the subject, his previously dignified expression turning somewhat strange.

"Now that you've decided to 'debut,' I hope that in the future competitions you will shine brightly, just like the morning sun. After all..."

The emperor's dark brown horse ears swayed noticeably back and forth twice as he spoke those words.

"This is a 'way' that belongs only to you."

"..."

The student council office, which had been in a serious atmosphere, suddenly fell into an extremely eerie silence.

Poetry and Wine's outstretched hand, reaching for the application form, froze for a moment in mid-air.

'Why are there even lame jokes...'

Poetry and wine made it extremely difficult for me to suppress the urge to rub my temples.

She snatched the application form, turned around deftly, and waved the paper symbolically behind Rudolf's back.

"Thank you for your kind words, Chairman. I'll head to the training ground now."

"Go."

As Rudolf watched the girl flee, he coughed with extreme pleasure, trying to hide his excitement at the lame joke.

When the heavy mahogany doors closed again, the student council room returned to silence.

Rudolf turned his head to look at the vibrant scene of Treson Academy outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his purple eyes filled with a gentle smile.

"Another new member will be able to debut."

After leaving the student council room, Shi Yujiu folded the application form neatly and put it in his pocket.

Instead of returning to her dormitory, she walked straight to the training ground along the tree-lined path.

The morning sun shines on the green meadow, and the air is filled with the earthy smell of soil.

With one hand in his pocket, Shi Yujiu's gaze swept across the crowd of people doing shuttle runs and starting drills, and he precisely spotted a golden figure stretching on the sidelines.

"Phew, okay, next up are the legs..."

Narita was meticulously preparing, her ears swaying rhythmically with her movements.

Until she turned her head and caught a glimpse of someone who should absolutely not be there at this time.

"Eh? Sake-san?"

"Weren't you exempted from your morning class? You have such a good grasp of general knowledge about training."

The blonde girl immediately stopped stretching and ran over with cheerful steps.

Her face was still covered with fine beads of sweat from her morning exercise, and her purplish-gold eyes were full of surprise and joy.

"Why did you get up so early to come to the training ground today?"

Naritaji approached her energetically, his horse ears bobbing happily on his head.

Looking at the unguarded smiling face before her, Shi Yujiu subtly shifted her gaze and spoke in a calm tone.

"I was just passing by. I have something to tell you."

"What is it? What is it?"

Narita immediately stood up straight, put his hands behind his back, and looked like a well-behaved student listening attentively.

Poetry and wine don't keep things in suspense; she's never been the type to build up a story.

"I just went to the student council office and submitted my application form for the debut competition."

"..."

The blonde girl kept her hands behind her back, her purplish-gold pupils gradually widening.

"...Huh?"

Naritaji let out a surprised sound.

P.S.: My Calvin Klein condition is really bad; my brain is a complete mess.

Main character: Chapter 330 - A little sleepy

Immediately afterwards, Naritaji's ears, which had been frozen in surprise, suddenly stood straight up.

"Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh—?"

"Debut competition? Jiu-san, you're going to participate in the debut competition?"

After a brief glitch, Narita's eyes lit up instantly. She instinctively took a step forward, arms slightly outstretched, as if she wanted to give Poetry and Wine a huge hug.

But when he met the black-haired girl's calm black eyes, Narita immediately realized what was happening.

So she abruptly stopped mid-air and changed her action to waving her hands excitedly.

"Did you really submit it? Did the president approve it? When is it scheduled? Which event? How many meters away is it? Is there anything I can help you with?"

The blonde girl's voice was filled with barely concealed joy.

"Shut up."

Poetry and Wine raised his hand with practiced ease, using one index finger to stop Naritaji's incessant chatter.

"We've just submitted the form; we'll have to wait for further notice regarding the specific schedule."

Although he said he was disgusted, a slight smile appeared in Shi Yujiu's eyes.

Seeing that Narita was even happier than she was, the weight that had been hanging over her heart finally lifted.

"Great."

Narita's lips were pressed against hers, and she could only utter indistinct mumbles. However, one could still see her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"I've said what I needed to say. Goodbye."

Poetry and wine were withdrawn, and people were ruthlessly driven away.

"I'm heading back now, good luck, Sake-san!"

Narita nodded vigorously and ran back to his training area full of energy.

After seeing Naritaji off, Shiyujiu's gaze swept across half the training field and landed on the outermost grass field.

There, a dark brown figure was making a high-intensity sprint back and forth.

Ai Mu was panting heavily, her training clothes soaked with sweat.

The current Orihime is much better off than she was before, when she was completely drowning in illusions.

Despite having spent the night holding hands and keeping warm in the cramped tent, Ai-hime still had a habit of pushing herself to the limit when she was alone.

With poetry and wine casually placed at her sides, she strode across the lawn at a leisurely pace, heading towards the direction where she admired Orihime.

When Ai Mulan finished her final sprint and stopped, her legs trembling slightly.

A bottle of mineral water with the cap unscrewed was handed to her in a very natural way.

Seeing the poetry and wine approaching her, Ai-Akihime was taken aback at first, then she instinctively reached out and took the water bottle.

Ai Mulan tilted her head back and took a few sips of water. After calming her rapid breathing, she screwed the cap back on.

Ai Mu's purple eyes, filled with a mixture of curiosity and doubt, looked at Shi and Jiu, quietly waiting for them to speak.

"I just went to the student council office."

Poetry and Wine looked down at the adoring Orihime sitting on the ground, his dark eyes calm as still water.

"I've submitted my application for the debut competition."

Ai Mu's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the water bottle. She looked up, a clear look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

I want to stand with you at the starting line.

I said that before, but I didn't think that poetry and wine would actually participate in the debut competition.

The other person looked like a child, and Ai-Orihime didn't really think that she was a horse girl who had reached the age to participate in the debut competition.

"You don't need to make that face."