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

Even if they end up alone, poetry and wine embody this awkward attitude.

She hopes to respect every individual as an independent person, rather than acting recklessly simply because she has seen them.

Poetry and wine didn't want anything like the sad things that happened to Lingzuan Qibao to happen again; she was starting to dislike her own personality.

However, the only regret is that my body in this world is much smaller than my original one, which is probably due to the need for a more authentic version.

Poetry and Wine, holding a pen, drew a horizontal line below the last line of data.

Then she looked up at a hand-drawn race calendar pasted on the wall directly above her desk.

She drew it in a whole afternoon after deciding to participate in the debut competition.

The table is densely marked with the timelines, distance levels, and venue types for all major events this season.

Poetry and wine were categorized using different colored pens, so densely packed that almost no blank spaces were left.

Her gaze slowly moved across the race calendar.

She had already drawn a small checkmark on the circle for the debut competition with a red pen.

What's next?

The answer to this question was already roughly outlined before she even stepped onto the track at Zhongshan Racecourse.

But when it came time to actually put pen to paper, my thought process inexplicably slowed down by half a beat.

She turned off the desk lamp, took her laptop to bed, pulled the blanket up to her waist, and leaned against the headboard to continue looking at the race calendar that was almost invisible in the dark.

'Ultimately, I still long to participate in the classic treble...'

……

The next morning, at the administration building of Treson Academy.

Poetry and Wine left the dormitory building before breakfast, carrying nothing but an ordinary white envelope in their uniform pocket.

Inside was a bank card with the same amount and a neatly folded handwritten receipt.

She stopped at the end of the corridor on the third floor of the administration building and knocked on the door of the chairman's office.

"Please come in!"

Poetry and wine push open the door.

Akikawa Yayoi was sitting behind a large desk, with a steaming cup of tea beside her and a round, cow-colored kitten curled up on her lap.

She wore her blue and white top hat meticulously, with the brim slightly upturned, and her orange hair shimmered warmly in the morning light.

Hearing the noise, she raised her head and glanced at the person with her blue eyes, then smiled.

"Rare visitor!"

Akikawa Yayoi gestured with her chin toward Poetry and Wine, indicating that she should sit down in the chair opposite her.

"I came in first place in yesterday's debut race. I watched it too, and I did a great job."

Poetry and Wine sat down in the chair, without much small talk, and took out a white envelope that had been prepared in advance from his pocket, placed it flat on the desk, and pushed it towards Akikawa Yayoi.

"I'm returning it to you."

Akikawa Yayoi glanced down at the envelope, but instead of reaching for it immediately, she leaned back in her chair and looked at the girl opposite her with unusual curiosity.

"Please allow me to confirm."

The chairman asked in a lighthearted tone.

"Is this the living expenses I gave you back then?"

"Yes."

Poetry and Wine nodded.

"The prize money from the debut competition has arrived in my account, including interest."

"Interest?"

Akikawa Yayoi raised an eyebrow, her tone tinged with amusement.

"Who's charging you interest?"

"I calculated it myself."

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Akikawa Yayoi looked down at the black and white cat on her lap, gently rubbed its ears with her knuckles, and then spoke casually.

"No, we won't accept it."

Poetry and Wine's gaze sharpened slightly.

"Chairman—"

"I've explained it clearly."

Akikawa Yayoi raised her hand to interrupt her.

"That money wasn't a loan; it was an enrollment aid fund from the academy. All racehorse girls accepted by the academy were eligible to receive it. It was written in black and white in the regulations."

Poetry and Wine stared at the white envelope, remaining silent for a moment.

“You used the word ‘advance payment’ at the time, and this clause is not in the articles of association.”

"Have!"

"I've checked."

"..."

Akikawa Yayoi remained silent for a full moment, then burst into undisguised laughter.

The chairperson gently bit her lower lip with her canine teeth, and the stray hairs under her hat swayed gently with the rise and fall of her shoulders.

The black and white cat on her lap was startled awake by the commotion, glared at her with displeasure, and then curled its tail back up.

"The investigation was thorough."

P.S.: I should repent. I owed four chapters this month, and then missed one day, so I'm two chapters short. I still owe six chapters. I'll keep track of that and try to make up for it later.

Main character: Chapter 334 Watch me unleash my power

After Chairperson Akikawa finished laughing, she raised her hand and adjusted the brim of her hat, resuming her original bold and composed expression.

"Okay, it's not in the articles of association. But—"

She reached out and pushed the white envelope back.

“Return it! Not because of the charter, but because I personally refuse to accept it.”

Poetry and Wine didn't touch the envelope; they simply looked quietly at Akikawa Yayoi, their eyes filled with a stubborn, unyielding expression.

Seeing this, Akikawa Yayoi sighed.

Her fingers casually stroked the calico cat's back, her voice becoming calmer.

"I didn't bring you in here to do business."

Chairman Akikawa looked gently at Poetry and Wine.

"You're standing on the track right now, and that's worth more than any repayment, understand?"

Outside the window, the morning light spread across the corridor of the administration building, casting the chairman's shadow straight.

Poetry and Wine lowered their heads, their gaze fixed on the white envelope that had been pushed back.

She remained silent for quite a while.

The calico cat stood up again, stretched, rubbed its head against Akikawa Yayoi's hand, and let out a short meow.

Chairman Akikawa reached into the table and pulled out a folding fan.

"I see."

Poetry and Wine finally spoke in a calm voice.

Her attitude was much gentler than when she first entered. She put the envelope back in her pocket and stood up.

"Then I'll remember that."

She paused for a moment.

"I'll pay you back when I win a bigger game in the future."

Akikawa Yayoi narrowed her eyes again, a smile spreading from the corners of her eyes.

"expect!"

She waved her fan at the poetry and wine, her tone becoming light and cheerful again.

"Go eat breakfast. It's only the second day of your debut competition, and you're coming to pay back the money on an empty stomach. You're mistreating yourself!"

Poetry and wine did not answer that question, but simply bowed slightly in the direction of Akikawa Yayoi as a farewell.

She turned and walked towards the door, placing her hand on the doorknob and pausing for half a second.

"Chairman."

"Ok?"

"Thank you, and your kitten's eyes are a little red."

Akikawa Yayoi paused for a second, then looked down at the black and white cat on her lap, lifted the kitten's head and examined it carefully for a moment, her eyes suddenly becoming tense.

"Found it! It's definitely a bit red."

She looked up, but the doorway was empty.

In the corridor, only the sounds of poetry and wine fading into the distance, and the unhurried footsteps, remain.

Akikawa Yayoi held the black and white cat, looked at the open office door, remained silent for a moment, then smiled softly with her eyes crinkling.

"It's really awkward."

She lowered her head and rubbed the soft head of the black and white cat.

"But it's fine, at least I'm here."

……

Time flies.

Three days after receiving the prize money from the Zhongshan New Horse Racing, Poetry and Wine quietly registered for an OP-level race.

She didn't tell Naritaji, nor did she tell anyone.

After all, the scale of the competition is not large. The race is held on the outer grass of the Tokyo Racecourse. Most of the participating horse girls are newcomers of the same level as Poetry and Wine, or marginal riders who do not have enough points to participate in important races and come here hoping to increase their fans.

The commentator's voice sounded somewhat lonely in the empty stands, which were less than a third full.

Poetry and Wine used a relatively restrained running style in that race.

Unlike her debut race, she didn't start her run on the final steep slope and shine. Instead, she controlled her pace from the middle, tightening her rhythm precisely, like tightening a screw, and finally crossed the finish line cleanly with a lead of almost a body length over the second-place finisher.

After the race, she sat in the rest area checking her horseshoes. A fellow competitor, a female horse, came over with a hint of surprise and asked her a question.

"You're the new female runner that the chairman has his eye on, right? I didn't expect you to be running in a race of your caliber."

"Practice."

Without even looking up, he dismissed the other person with just two words.

The prize money wasn't much, but most importantly, the number of fans definitely jumped by one level.

If she competes in another match of any level, she can participate in the Yayoi Prize.

On the tram ride home, Poetry and Wine added the data from the match to his notebook, writing a brief line in the margin.

I'll most likely run into Narita Road during the Yayoi Prize event...

This is probably the first time I've met my friends on the field...

She stared at the words for a moment, then screwed the pen cap back on, leaned back in her seat, and looked out the window at the rapidly receding night view.

And just like that, a new month quietly turned the page.

Training, data processing, and the occasional OP-level competition—life was as peaceful as it appeared, filled with poetry and wine.