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

Dust particles were swirled up and then settled, the golden particles floating in the sunlight gradually thinned out, and the air became clearer.

After cleaning the last window frame, Shi and Jiu went to the bathroom to wash the rag.

Then I used the hairdryer in the dormitory to dry the rag.

'Hmph, I'm a genius for thinking of using a hairdryer to dry a rag.'

She folded the rag in half, then in half again, stuffed it back into her bag, and the zipper slammed shut.

After cleaning, Poetry and Wine began making the bed.

Because they didn't have the money to buy other bed sheets or similar items, Shi and Jiu used the bedding that the school provided.

She turned to the bed by the window.

The bedding provided by the school was neatly folded and placed at the foot of the bed, like soldiers waiting for inspection.

She crouched down and first shook out the snow-white bed sheet. The fabric rose and fell in the air, making a soft "slap" sound.

Then, grabbing the two corners, I flicked my wrist, and the sheet spread out like white waves, slowly sinking down to cover the entire mattress.

Looking at the sheets spread on the bed, a satisfied expression appeared in Shi Yujiu's eyes.

'Phew, I love this process of the waves flattening out.'

She then went around to the other side and smoothed out each wrinkle.

My fingertips traced back and forth along the edge until all four corners drooped with the same length of arc, without a single extra wrinkle.

Next came the blanket.

Poetry and wine embraced the thick quilt, confirming its weight.

Of course, it's also possible that he just wanted a hug.

The comforter, warm from being sun-dried, contrasted sharply with her icy hands.

She bent down, aligned the duvet cover with the opening, and slowly slipped it on.

My fingertips pushed along the edge inside, squeezing out the air, and the blanket slowly swelled into a soft shape.

The pillow will be dealt with last.

Poetry and Wine unfolded the pillowcase, put it on, patted it twice, and placed it precisely in the center of the bedside.

After doing all this, she took a half step back and stood at the foot of the bed.

The sunlight fell perfectly on the newly made bed, so white it was dazzling, like a silent snowfield.

'It feels like a hospital bed.'

Poetry and Wine shook their heads, trying to shake the strange sense of déjà vu out of their minds.

Although it looks a bit strange, the bed is neat and clean, and the sunlight streaming in through the dormitory window gives it a cozy feel.

That's enough.

Poetry and Wine turned around, picked up the gym bag from the bedside table, placed it on the chair, and unzipped it all the way down.

He took out a neatly folded black training uniform and a set of somewhat shabby home clothes.

She opened the cabinet door, hung it on the far left of the wardrobe, and then closed the door.

'Whew, all done!'

The room became completely quiet.

Poetry and wine stood there, stunned, like a machine that had just completed its task, temporarily unaware of what the next instruction would be.

My stomach didn't make any noise.

My roommate didn't come.

The dormitory suddenly felt eerily empty.

She walked to the window, placed her hands on the windowsill, and leaned slightly forward.

The black-haired girl stared blankly outside.

In the distance, the grass track of the training field looked like a long green line under the sunlight.

Several female horses were jogging together, their shadows stretched long and thin, like moving pencil marks.

The wind swept by, carrying their distant laughter, but it was blurred by the glass, leaving only a slight buzzing vibration.

'I'm so envious... I want friends too.'

The horse's ears of poetry and wine suddenly stood up with a "snap," then drooped down limply a few seconds later.

'That's impossible! How could someone like me possibly find friends?'

at this point.

Well then... I'd better go to sleep first.

Once such a thought arises, it's hard to shake off.

Poetry and Wine took off the faded black hoodie from his head, the fabric making a rustling static sound as it rubbed against his bangs.

The hoodie was casually draped over the chair.

She was wearing only a dark gray vest underneath, the fabric clinging to her body and revealing the outline of her shoulder blades.

A small section of skin on her side was exposed to the air, dazzlingly white.

Poetry and Wine kicked off his old training shoes, which slammed against the bed leg with a thud.

My socks were pulled down to my ankles, and I could feel the coolness of the wooden floor creeping up my soles as I stepped on the floor.

'Should I pick up the shoes and leave them? Never mind, I'll go to sleep first and think about it when I wake up.'

Then, poetry and wine lifted the corner of the blanket.

The quilt was provided by the school; it had been sun-dried and carried a warm, cottony scent.

The moment she turned to lie on her side, the mattress gently sank, catching her like a soft cloud.

"Well"

A very soft nasal sound escaped from deep within her throat, and the black-haired horse girl let out a comfortable sound.

She pulled the blanket up to the tip of her nose and curled up into a small ball.

The horse ears lay softly against the hair, rising and falling very slightly with each breath.

Poetry and Wine buried their faces in the pillow, taking a deep breath of the sun-kissed cotton scent.

My consciousness seemed to have been gently switched on, and I quickly sank into darkness.

Only her even, slow breathing remained in the room.

The blanket billowed up slightly, and a quiet nest appeared in the snow-covered landscape that the bed had transformed into.

Poetry and wine have fallen asleep.

P.S.: The author of this book is a veteran player from the Japanese server's launch period, but doesn't prioritize character strength and frequently switches accounts. Since few authors write about in-game event storylines, I found this somewhat interesting and decided to include some. Also, this book won't feature many original characters; for better readability, I'll focus on characters with existing character art.

New Life: Chapter 4: Past Events

In my sleep, my consciousness of poetry and wine was hazy and indistinct.

At first there was only darkness, no sound, no light.

Then, a gray, rusty smell began to emerge in the darkness.

That's the taste of a past life.

She saw herself standing beside a road that was always drizzling, the streetlights casting a cold white glow that made the ground gleam with an oily sheen.

Behind them stood a towering forest made of steel, cement, and earth.

Back then, her name was Shi Yujiu. She was as thin as a reed that could be broken by the wind at any moment, and her hair was cut unevenly.

He was wearing a worn-out factory uniform, with machine oil stains on the cuffs that were so black that no amount of rubbing could remove them.

There are no gods or horse girls in that world.

The orphanage's iron gates were completely shut on her when she was twelve years old.

After that, I lived in a dilapidated rented room, pitifully waiting for the orphan subsidy that the government would deposit into my account every month.

That's enough to buy the cheapest noodles and eggs, but it can't buy hope for the next day.

Because tuition fees are insufficient, and government subsidies will be significantly reduced after age 16.

After finishing junior high school, Shih Yu-jiu went to work in a factory, tightening screws day after day.

On her eighteenth birthday, she came out of the workshop after a hard day's work.

It says it's raining outside, and it's raining heavily.

The raindrops hit my face like countless tiny ice needles.

Colleagues were smoking and chatting under the awning.

"The cut-off scores for this year's college entrance examination have been released."

"My son did well on the exam; he should be able to get into a second-tier university."

Shi Yujiu stood in the rain, still clutching that week's pay slip in her hand—

Four hundred and twenty-seven yuan and fifty cents.

The heavy rain continued to fall.

Listening to her colleagues' conversation, she suddenly realized:

No parents, no relatives, no friends, no education, no savings, no future, not even a dream that can be named.

She seems to have always lived alone in her own world.

and so.

That night, Shi Yujiu went to the beach.

The rain stopped, and the sea was as black as a giant iron plate, with waves crashing against the rocks, making a muffled sound.

She took off her shoes and stepped barefoot onto the wet, cold sand, the seawater washing over her ankles, icy and bone-chilling.

What is the meaning of my life?

She asked the question to the silent sea, but no one answered.

The wind, carrying the salty smell of the sea, rushed into my throat, like a silent mockery.

So she continued walking forward.

I hope to find the answers to life in a deep blue sea.

One step, another step.

The seawater reached above the knees, above the waist, above the chest, and above the chin.

The coldness completely overwhelmed her, like countless hands dragging her into deeper darkness.

Ultimately, I failed to grasp the meaning of my own existence.

So Shi Yujiu died.

In the last moment before consciousness faded.

She heard three voices coming from a very distant place.

"Oh dear, this child is really... pitiful."

“There are countless people more pitiful than her. At least she has food and drink and can live healthily to the age of eighteen.”

"Not healthy."

A faint golden light suddenly appeared in the seawater.

"So, Godolphin Arab, are you going to save her?"

"Yes. Although I can't save all those who are suffering, since she's appeared in front of me... I'll still choose to save her."

"Aren't you afraid that after she's saved, she'll end her own life again?!"