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

But the rationality of poetry and wine firmly suppressed this impulse.

'I need to start controlling my emotions on the field.'

She didn't change her running pace, but simply observed the condition of the leading female runner ahead.

The runner in the lead, Ma Niang, had expended too much energy in the first half of the race, and her stride had begun to visibly decrease.

"Entering the final bend! Prepare for the final steep climb of Zhongshan Racecourse!"

The commentator's passionate voice echoed across the racecourse.

The herd of horses ahead began to stir, and the lead female horse tried to accelerate at the bottom of the slope, but the overly wet soil of the horse farm revealed its fangs at this moment.

"呲-"

An extremely faint sound of slipping could be heard, and the leader's center of gravity swayed for a moment, causing his speed to drop sharply.

Main character: Chapter 332 feels a bit unfinished, but I still have to write more.

The horse girls following behind were also thrown into disarray by this sudden change, and the entire front echelon resembled a wall that had suddenly collapsed.

Right now.

Poetry and wine, at the last step before the bottom of the slope, were taken without any hesitation.

[Preparing to break through]

Just you wait.

Custom-made horseshoes gripped the ground firmly on the wet turf, minimizing the risk of slipping and damage.

At the moment when all the horse girls were suffering and struggling because of the steep slope and the dampness of the soil, poetry and wine, like a black blade, cut through the "wall" formed by the passing horse girls with extreme smoothness and unstoppable force.

"She's overtaken! Horse number six displayed an incredibly terrifying final gait and grip on the steep slope! She was running as if she were on flat ground!"

The commentator's voice rose considerably due to shock.

The wind whistled in my ears.

A slight burning sensation came from my lungs, and the muscles in my legs trembled slightly from the tremendous force.

Data on paper is ultimately just cold numbers. When the body performs these actions, the excruciating pain that tears the air apart and the exhilarating feeling of crushing the opponent are beyond the description of any analytical report.

Racergirls are creatures with an unparalleled competitive spirit.

As she passed everyone, a sharp glint appeared in Poetry and Wine's eyes, a glint she herself was unaware of.

The finish line is just around the corner.

She didn't look back at the herd of horses that she had left far behind; instead, she followed her fully awakened instincts and pushed her speed to its final peak.

Crossing the finish line.

The cheers exploded like thunder.

After crossing the finish line, Poetry and Wine gradually slowed down, switching from a high-speed sprint to a slow jog, allowing their wildly beating hearts to calm down.

She stopped at the edge of the track, breathing in the fresh air mixed with dust and sweat.

The edges of my running shoes were covered in mud, but my body felt a lightness and clarity I had never experienced before.

"We won, Mr. Jiu! First place!!"

Narita's voice came clearly from above the stands.

The blonde girl was clinging to the railing, waving her arms happily, her horse ears on her head shaking wildly.

Poetry and Wine looked up at Naritaji, who was overjoyed in the stands, and a smile appeared on his usually aloof face.

Although her opponents were just a group of newcomers, this was ultimately her first real step.

'Finally, I have money.'

With one hand on her hip, Shi Yujiu felt the still slightly burning leg muscles, and her expression returned to calm.

……

The corridor after the game was still quite noisy.

After finishing on the winner's stage, Poetry and Wine changed out of their competition outfits and put their school uniforms back on. They were sitting on a bench by the corridor, looking down at the wear on the soles of their running shoes.

"Jiusang——!"

Naritaji squeezed through the crowd at a jog, his golden horse ears still standing tall with excitement.

She paused before the poetry and wine, trying to calm her overly enthusiastic tone, but her eyes and brows still couldn't hide her joy.

How was your run today? How did you feel?

"Perform your usual performance."

Poetry and Wine raised their heads, their expressions calm.

"It was a fraction of a second better than expected, and the impact of soil moisture was a little less than I anticipated."

"...That's all my thoughts?"

"Ah."

Narita stared at her for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Sakusang, you're such a person."

She sat down beside her, not too close, at a comfortable distance.

The blonde girl placed her hands on her knees.

"It's common for ordinary people to be so nervous that they can't sleep when they participate in an official competition for the first time. But after winning, Jiu Sang started studying the wear and tear on the horseshoes. That's really impressive."

"If you're familiar with these things beforehand, you won't be nervous."

Poetry and Wine put the shoes aside and replied indifferently.

"If I come to Zhongshan again next time, it will probably be for the Yayoi Sho."

Narita nodded seriously and casually took out a sports drink from his bag and handed it over.

"Did you notice anything unusual during the match just now, Mr. Jiu?"

Poetry and Wine took the beverage, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and remained silent for a moment.

"The fourth horse girl's pace in the later stages is quite good."

She fiddled with the bottle for a bit out of boredom.

"If she can adjust her energy distribution in the first half of the race, she will likely be a bit stronger."

"But not as good as me."

Narita was silent for a moment. She sensed that Shi and Jiu, who were participating in the competition, were much more lively than usual, or to put it another way, much more arrogant.

"After winning his debut race, Jiu Sang started paying attention to other people's running styles."

Is there a problem?

"No no."

Narita smiled, shook his head, and spoke softly.

"I just feel that Jiusang is Jiusang."

As evening fell, the crowd gradually dispersed from the corridor.

A sliver of orange sunset light slanted in from outside the passage, casting long, thin shadows of the two people sitting side by side.

Poetry and Wine held their beverage bottles, saying nothing.

She turned her head and looked out over the empty corridor at the now deserted Zhongshan Racecourse.

The track still bore the mud tracks left by the runners, and the green field shimmered with a serene dark green in the evening light.

This is a track she had never originally planned to enter.

"Narita Road."

"Ok?"

Thank you for coming today.

The voice of poetry and wine remained cool and detached, but as soon as she spoke, she turned her gaze back to the window, refusing to look at Naritaji's expression.

For her, these four words were already quite rare, and it took a great deal of courage to say them.

Narita paused for a second, then flashed an extremely bright smile, and the horse ears on her head twitched slightly.

"No need to thank me for this."

She said softly.

"I'd like to see Jiu Sang run more races."

"And from now on, just call me Xiaolu or Alu. It's very impolite of you to keep calling me by my real name."

Poetry and wine did not answer; they simply lowered their eyes, looked back at the beverage bottle in their hands, and calmly took another sip.

……

The taxi that returned to Treson Academy arrived near the school gate at 6:30 p.m.

Originally, I planned to take the bus or run back, but since Narita Road was nearby, I decided to take a taxi instead.

She has now won the prize money from her debut competition and no longer has to live a life of financial hardship like before.

However, taking a taxi is really expensive, not to mention that the distance from Zhongshan Racecourse to the school is not short.

It was incredibly painful to spend nearly 2000 yen on poetry and wine.

Narita was so sleepy on the road that she swayed from side to side and fell asleep by the window, her head bobbing weakly with the bumps of the car.

Poetry and Wine sat beside her, staring at the receding streetlights outside the window the whole time, without saying a word.

Main character: Chapter 333 Maybe with a little effort...

The taxi lurched violently as it drove over a pothole, and Narita's head was about to hit the window frame.

Poetry and wine reached out and naturally placed themselves between her head and the glass.

Her hand remained there, not withdrawn, until the taxi drove back onto the smooth road.

She didn't look at Narita Road, but continued to stare out the window, her expression no different from usual.

When he got off the bus, Narita rubbed his eyes, mumbled goodnight, and walked unsteadily toward the classroom.

"I still have some tasks assigned by the teachers that I haven't finished. Jiu Sang, you should go back to the dormitory first."

Poetry and Wine watched her turn the corner of the corridor, and then walked alone along the tree-lined path towards her dormitory building.

Night had completely fallen.

The streetlights in the academy cast dim yellow halos, and occasionally two or three horse girls carrying out night training would run past from the edge of the playground in the distance, leaving behind a short, hurried sound of footsteps.

Poetry and Wine returned to their single dormitory, took off their uniforms, and placed their mud-stained running shoes on the shoe rack by the door.

After taking a shower, she changed into loose pajamas, sat at her desk, and turned on the desk lamp.

The dim light illuminated the laptop on the desk clearly.

The data from today's race at Zhongshan Racecourse has been compiled on the way back, and neatly recorded below her own name.

Exit reaction time, mid-section speed curve, steep slope power generation rhythm, and shoe wear...

Each line of numbers is extremely precise, without any unnecessary subjective bias.

Comparing this to her previous debut competition, Poetry and Wine can clearly see that her physical condition is getting closer and closer to her original self.

Based on this data, it is highly likely that the situation will completely return to normal by the time of the second Japanese derby this year.

At that time, it will probably be as Godolphin Arabia said, that he will recover and then say goodbye to the people here.

She was actually a little reluctant to part with it.

It wasn't because they would receive any special treatment here; it was simply that Poetry and Wine had never wanted to confuse the people of this world with those of other worlds.

She couldn't tell the difference, but she felt that treating Naritaji, who was exactly the same yet slightly different from the people of her original world, and Orihime, with the same attitude she would have towards them, would be disrespectful to them.