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

Until the morning when the list of contestants for the Yayoi Prize was posted on the school bulletin board.

Poetry and Wine stood in front of the bulletin board, their eyes scanning down the rows of names, finally stopping at the third row.

There's Narita Road there.

She stared at the two words for about three seconds, then looked down to confirm that her name was also on the list. She then took the notebook out of her pocket and calmly wrote down the detail.

"Good morning, Mr. Jiu!"

A familiar voice came from behind me.

Naritaji ran over from the other end of the corridor carrying breakfast. The girl's hair was neatly combed today, and the golden strands shimmered warmly in the morning light.

She stopped beside the poetry and wine, followed the other person's gaze to the notice board, and then gently smiled.

"See?"

In contrast to his usual cheerful tone, Narita's voice was softer and more serious than usual.

"We will meet on the Yayoi Prize track."

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine put the notebook back in his pocket and glanced at her sideways.

"I've watched your race twice, and your cornering is a bit weak."

"You can improve this place, and then come and beat me."

Narita paused for a second, then laughed, his laughter carrying a complex mix of emotions, a mixture of being moved and bewildered.

"Saku-san is really..."

She shook her head and handed over a rice ball from her breakfast bag.

"They even analyzed the opponent's weaknesses for you."

"I'm not here to help you analyze it."

Poetry and Wine accepted the rice ball, their tone as calm as ever.

"Since we're going to meet in this match, I want to take you seriously."

Poetry and Wine didn't really know what tone to use to say this, but she felt that being too perceptive or gentle would be disrespectful to the other person.

She didn't want to lose her friends because of a match, although given Narita's personality, he would forgive her even if she did something outrageous.

Narita stared at her for a while.

"Jiusang."

"Ah."

"Yayoi Sho, I'll run it seriously."

Narita's voice was steady, but a spark ignited in his eyes.

"I won't go easy on you just because you're someone I know."

"I don't need you to go easy on me."

Poetry and wine peel back the wrapping of the rice ball, the voice indifferent.

Main character: Chapter 335 The competition is about to begin

"I don't want to lose to anyone in any competition."

The two stood silently side by side in front of the bulletin board.

A morning breeze blew in through the corridor window, causing the list on the bulletin board to tremble slightly.

In the end, it was Narita who laughed first.

The blonde girl's voice was light and cheerful as she quietly turned her head to look at the black-haired girl's profile.

"Okay, it's a deal."

……

Over the next two weeks, the intensity of the poetry and wine training quietly increased.

She didn't make a fuss, but in the dormitory corridor, Aigumi, who also liked to come home late, would occasionally see her carrying her running shoes back late at night.

The numbers in the training logbook grew denser and denser, and next to the date of the Yayoi Award on the competition calendar posted on the wall of her desk, she heavily circled it in red pen.

Sometimes, however, while sitting at her desk staring blankly at the data, her gaze would uncontrollably drift to the photos that Naritaji had taken of the two people before.

The photo was printed out by Naritaji in a commemorative manner and given to Poetry and Wine.

'Photo~'

Every time Shi Yujiu realized this, he would very naturally flip to another page in his notebook and pretend that nothing had happened.

Then she took a moment to pull out her phone and stared at the default screensaver for a while.

There's nothing there...

……

The date for the Yayoi Appreciation is drawing ever closer.

The grass at Zhongshan Racecourse gleamed with a vibrant green under the March sun, and the steep slope before the finish line, which countless female racers both loved and hated, waited quietly there.

This time, a familiar figure associated with poetry and wine will appear on the track.

Both she and Naritaji had already prepared for this encounter in their own ways.

During this time, Poetry and Wine also spent money to get a set of decisive outfits, which were roughly the same in style as the original set, with only slight changes in the details.

However, the boss I met when I was ordering the final outfit was quite talkative.

"Well, the final outfit can actually affect a horse girl's temperament, but the final outfit should also be customized according to the horse girl's temperament."

"what do you mean?"

Looking at the old tailor in front of her, the black-haired girl showed a hint of doubt.

"Haha."

The old man smiled and put down the blueprint in his hand.

"Young lady, perhaps you could try other styles of the final battle outfit, the one worn when the Emperor of the East Sea made his comeback..."

Poetry and Wine awkwardly smiled and declined the old man's kindness, but they remembered it in their hearts.

'Should I change into a different outfit when I attend the final chrysanthemum appreciation event?'

……

On the evening before the Yayoi Prize, the training grounds of Treson Academy gradually fell silent in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The weather in March still carried a slight chill, but the wind already carried the faint, raw scent of newly sprouted grass.

For all horse racing girls aiming for the classic Triple Crown, the Yayoi Sho, though only a G2-level race, is far less intense and suffocating than the Satsuki Sho.

However, as the most important preliminary battle on the way to the first peak, the pressure on every participating horse girl is still very real.

Most of the female trainees had finished their final training sessions for the day and were walking in twos and threes, still wearing their coats, toward the dormitory building.

The vast training field was covered with extremely dense hoof prints of varying depths, making it look quite desolate.

Poetry and Wine sat on a bench at the edge of the training field, looking down at the data records of the last adjustment training session of the day.

The wind ruffled her black hair as she turned to a page heavily circled in red pen in her notebook.

Yayoi Appreciation.

Zhongshan Racecourse, Zhi, 2000 meters.

Her gaze lingered on "two thousand meters" for a moment.

Although it was only 400 meters longer than the debut race, it represented a completely different level of physical exertion for the racehorse girl.

The body was in good condition, and Poetry and Wine felt that the mere two kilometers was already a piece of cake.

"Still writing?"

A familiar voice came from not far away, accompanied by deliberately slowed footsteps.

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine immediately raised their heads and looked in the direction of the voice.

Narita changed out of her muddy training uniform and was wearing the school's regular uniform. She was carrying two cans of hot coffee that were still emitting faint white steam as she walked towards her.

The blonde girl's horse ears were drooping a little lower than usual today, probably because she was tired during training.

Narita sat down at the other end of the bench and gently placed one of the cans of coffee on the empty seat next to Poetry and Wine.

The golden retriever class monitor was very thoughtful and didn't hand it directly to the other person, worried that the other person might have trouble handling the notebook in their hand.

"The final adjustment training is over, aren't you going to the cafeteria for dinner?"

"Watch for another five minutes."

"it is good."

Narita didn't urge him on, nor did he peek over to look at the mysterious little notes about poetry and wine.

She quietly pulled the tab on the can of coffee in her hand, and with a soft "hiss," Narita took a small sip, watching quietly as the setting sun gradually dyed the training field's lawn a deep orange-red.

'Sake-san watched it with me too.'

Five minutes later, Poetry and Wine closed her notebook with perfect punctuality and stuffed it into her pocket. She reached out and picked up the can of coffee next to her.

The warmth emanating from the aluminum can made the poetry and wine feel somewhat comfortable in the cool evening air.

She and Narita sat side by side, about a fist's distance apart, neither of them speaking first.

Occasionally, a female horse returning late would gallop along the stone path outside the training ground, bringing with it a burst of rapid breathing and footsteps, which would soon be dispersed by the wind and return to a deep silence.

"Aru".

"Ok?"

"Tomorrow's weather forecast,"

Poetry and Wine held the coffee can in both hands, his gaze fixed on the fence whose shadow was lengthened by the setting sun, and spoke in a cool voice.

"There were thin clouds in the morning, but the sky cleared up in the afternoon."

"It won't rain."

Narita gave a soft "hmm," turned his head, and looked at Shi Yu Jiu's profile with his purple-gold eyes.

"So, the grass will have better grip than it did on the day of your debut match, right?"

"Correct."

Actually, I'm just glad there are no rainy days...

Poetry and wine paused, their dark eyes remaining calm, yet their tone was extremely serious.

"You don't have to worry about losing speed in a corner like you did on your debut race day and losing the race."

Narita was completely taken aback when the conversation turned to her in this way. She paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"Shu-san still says things like that."

"State the facts."

"I know."

Narita lowered his head, holding the coffee can in both hands, his thumbs gently stroking the edge of the can.

"It is precisely because it is true, and because it is true that Mr. Jiu cares about me... that I am so happy."

The last rays of the setting sun sank completely behind the treetops on the west side of the training field, and the sky began to darken visibly.

"?"

Because of Narita Road's words, Shi and Jiu looked at each other with some confusion.

Main character: Chapter 336 The competition begins!

Narita raised his head again, his purple-gold eyes still smiling, but with a hint of determination.