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

Seeing the surprised expression on Ai Mu's face, Shi and Shu instantly understood each other's thoughts.

She took half a step forward, a helpless expression on her face.

"I'm here to inform you that there's a living, breathing version of me in your opponent's seat."

Whether that star is still watching you or not is your business.

Poetry and Wine leaned slightly forward, trying to look directly at her with an air of pressure, but his short stature made him look somewhat ridiculous.

"Just wait and see."

The black-haired girl narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke with utmost seriousness.

"I will beat you without mercy."

After making this crisp and decisive announcement, Poetry and Wine straightened up without any hesitation and turned to walk towards the exit of the training field.

A morning breeze blew by, stirring the grass on the meadow.

Ai Mu sat there, her fingers unconsciously tracing the smooth surface of the water bottle. The plastic bottle still retained the faint warmth it had received when it was handed to her.

Watching that receding figure, the astonishment in Orihime's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a calm fighting spirit.

The heavy thoughts that had been weighing on my mind were replaced by a simple desire to win.

"understood."

Ai Mu stood up.

……

Time flies, and the originally trivial daily routine was soon replaced by extremely focused preparation.

Before we knew it, it was the day before Shinma Musume's debut battle.

Location: Zhongshan Racecourse.

For the vast majority of new female racers who have not yet experienced the true baptism of the racetrack, Zhongshan Racecourse is not a very friendly beginner's village.

This section features a unique short straightaway and a steep, physically demanding slope leading up to the finish line. A single misstep could lead to failure at the last moment.

It was sunset, and the stands were completely empty.

The vast green field was cast with staggered shadows in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the air was filled with the slightly bitter smell of trimmed grass.

Pre-match site visit.

Poetry and Wine, dressed in light sportswear, strolled leisurely along the edge of the inner path.

She was holding a notebook for analysis.

When they were about 200 meters from the finish line, Poetry and Wine stopped.

This is the famous final steep slope of Zhongshan Racecourse.

She crouched down slightly, her slender fingers parting the emerald green grass, pinching up a bit of the soil at the bottom, and gently rubbing it with her fingertips for a moment.

"Why is it all wet again? Is it because it rained yesterday?"

Poetry and wine grumbled somewhat discontentedly.

Her black pen moved quickly across the notebook, noting down a few points to note.

"It's Zhongshan Racecourse again."

"You seem to know this place very well, Mr. Jiu."

A gentle yet energetic voice came from behind.

Naritaji walked up the slope with light steps, holding two bottles of room-temperature drinks in his hand.

As one of the few friends of Poetry and Wine, she very naturally and considerately took on the task of accompanying Poetry and Wine to familiarize themselves with the venue in advance.

Narita saw that Shiyujiu was writing something down, and she carefully did not get too close so as not to disturb Shiyujiu's thoughts.

The blonde girl handed over one of the drinks, her purple-gold eyes scanning the huge stands that were bathed in the orange-red hues of the setting sun.

"It's so quiet here now."

Narita sighed softly, the horse ears on his head swaying gently in the breeze.

She said with a hint of melancholy.

Main character: Chapter 331 Tired

"But tomorrow this place will be packed with spectators, there will be countless flashes of light and broadcast cameras, and cheers so loud that you can hear your own breathing..."

"Sou-san, are you nervous?"

Poetry and Wine stood up, reached out and took the drink, but didn't open it.

She pressed the slightly cool bottle against the side of her neck, trying to suppress the inexplicable heat in her body.

"It's highly unlikely."

The tone of the poem and the wine is plain.

"I'm not the kind of person who gets emotional before something even happens."

Narita did not refute Poetry and Wine's boastful statement.

She simply smiled, her eyebrows curving slightly, her purplish-gold eyes sparkling with tenderness.

"But Jiu Sang,"

Narita took a half-step closer, his gaze gently falling on the hand that Shi and Jiu had just been kneading in the soil and was now holding a beverage bottle.

"Your palms were a little sweaty when you were inspecting the turf just now, weren't they?"

Poetry and Wine paused slightly in the hand holding the beverage.

Narita didn't expose her; instead, she spoke even more softly.

"Although I've been thinking about tomorrow's race, my body actually sensed the call of the track even earlier than my mind."

"Humph."

The blonde girl's gaze swept across the empty grassland.

"This isn't nervousness, it's just the instinct of a racehorse girl."

A gentle evening breeze swept across the green lawn of Zhongshan Racecourse.

Poetry and wine did not speak immediately. She turned her head, her gaze passing over the long race track, quietly looking towards the finish line not far away.

At this time tomorrow, the moment the gates open, I will return to the field once again.

She will personally experience the resistance of the wind, hear the sound of her heart pounding in her chest, and collide with racehorses on this real track, even if it means breaking her legs to fight for a fraction of a second.

My palms were indeed a little sweaty.

"It's probably because the weather is too stuffy."

Poetry and wine withdrew their gaze, offering a brief excuse that even they themselves didn't quite believe.

She put the notebook in her coat pocket, then turned around and walked steadily downhill towards the setting sun.

"I'm going back to rest."

The black-haired girl's silhouette stretched long across the lawn. Her voice drifted over lightly on the evening breeze.

"We will win."

It's still about the declaration of victory.

Narita stood there, watching the confident figure emanating from behind, his purple-gold eyes shining brightly.

This was the first time she had met Shi Yujiu, who had a more proactive personality.

Does this mean that poetry and wine become more normal when they come into contact with the racetrack?

"I believe you."

The blonde girl cupped her hands around her mouth and responded loudly.

"I'll be in the very front row of the audience tomorrow, cheering you on at the top of my lungs, Mr. Jiu!"

The wind swept across the deserted stands.

For an outsider making their debut, everything was already in place.

……

The following day, Zhongshan Racecourse.

Although it was just Shinma Musume's debut race, deafening cheers swept across the entire stands like a tsunami.

In the rest area of ​​the underground passage.

A suffocating atmosphere of tension filled the air.

This is the debut battle for the Shinma Girls.

For most girls stepping onto the official track for the first time, the noise outside is like a heavy hammer hanging over their heads, constantly striking their spirits.

Some people were taking deep breaths in the corner, some were so nervous that their hands were trembling slightly as they tied their shoelaces, and others were praying softly to the three goddesses.

Poetry and wine sat quietly on a bench.

She was wearing a standard winning outfit, the fabric clinging to her slender yet explosive body.

Poetry and Wine bowed their heads, their fingers patiently adjusting their clothes.

"Please proceed to the gates, racehorses for this race."

The staff's voice came over the loudspeaker.

A slight commotion arose in the waiting room as the female horse riders stood up and headed towards the exit with expressions of trepidation or excitement.

Poetry and Wine stood up, tucked a strand of black hair behind his ear, and followed at the back of the group with a blank expression.

As she stepped out of the tunnel, she was instantly met with blinding sunlight and an overwhelming roar of noise. A huge electronic screen was displaying the data for today's racehorses.

At the very front of the stands, a striking gold color came into the view of Poetry and Wine.

Narita was waving her arms vigorously, and even in the noisy environment, the girl's purple-gold eyes still shone brightly.

Poetry and Wine's gaze lingered briefly on the stands before quickly and calmly returning to its original direction.

She walked toward her own gate number six.

"Hello everyone, this is Zhongshan Racecourse. I am your commentator for this race, Misa Akasaka."

The gate closed, and the once noisy world seemed to be shut out in an instant.

In the cramped space, all you could hear was the earthy smell and the gradually clearing sound of your own heartbeat.

Poetry and wine evoked a sense of taut muscles and rapidly flowing blood.

"boom--!"

With a crisp sound of the gate opening, more than a dozen figures shot out like arrows.

【attention】

The thoughts of poetry and wine begin to flow automatically the moment the floodgates are opened.

Unlike some rookie females on the racetrack who are eager to prove themselves, she didn't blindly try to take the lead right from the start.

And this time she plans to use the advance running method.

The track was a bit crowded at the start, and the two female passersby next to me were so nervous that their pace was obviously unbalanced, and their breathing was heavy and disordered.

Poetry and wine squinted slightly, running steadily forward.

With the experience gained from winning two Game 1 matches, she smoothly cut into a good inside position that was unobstructed and effectively reduced wind resistance, hiding herself at the forefront of the first tier.

The game has entered the middle stage.

The female horses beside me began to secretly vie for a good position to enter the bend, and the originally tight line gradually became longer.

Mud splattered, and the smell of grass filled the air.

The racehorse girl's instinctive desires begin to awaken within her poetry and wine.

She wanted to surpass everyone here and crush them without reservation.