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

However, to the slight surprise of Poetry and Wine, the competition for a spot on Narita Road was even fiercer than it was for itself.

The black-haired girl pressed her past memories under her feet, then followed her instincts, relentlessly chasing after that golden figure.

The first bend was just around the corner.

"Get a good spot! The competition at the front is fierce! Everyone wants to take control before the tight bend!"

The horses were squeezed extremely violently the moment they entered the bend.

The turf was torn up in large sections by horseshoes, and the smell of mud and the horses' rapid breathing created a suffocatingly high-pressure environment in the crowded formation.

The splattered mud hit my cheeks, stinging with pain.

Poetry and wine did not force their way into the seemingly spacious outer space.

She hugged the edge of the inner railing, cutting dangerously close to the white metal railing as she forcefully entered the densest part of the main force.

With horses galloping at high speed on both sides, even a slight stumble or a minor collision on the shoulder could lead to a serious crash.

Many spectators watched this scene with some concern.

However, Poetry and Wine, who were running, were unaware of what the other spectators were thinking.

She knew the dangers and the consequences, but her personality, and the restlessness she developed once she entered the arena, made her overlook the risks.

The horse girl on the left started to lose her breathing rhythm, and her steps seemed to be gradually shifting inwards.

The horse girl on the right front has too high a center of gravity; she's just looking at the heavy wall.

Poetry and wine, moving at high speed, quietly memorize these details, and then, in the instant the gap appears, they slip in with exquisite skill and instinctive reaction, making it incredibly smooth.

And diagonally in front of her, apart from the leading Ma Niang, Naritaji was firmly occupying the leading position in the first group.

The blonde girl's running posture was extremely graceful and powerful. Every time her horseshoes landed, they carried a terrifying force, and a dignified sense of oppression radiated indiscriminately backward with the wind.

A dazzling protagonist aura began to shine through Naritaji.

"That's really fast! The number one in the lead timed 59.8 seconds for the first 1000 meters in this race!"

Poetry and wine can be better appreciated while running, as the pace of the game allows one to truly feel the flow of the game.

For the 2,000-meter Yayoi Sho, this pace is considered to be under pressure, and the entire herd is expending energy faster under this invisible force.

A sharp, aching pain started coming from deep within my thighs; lactic acid was beginning to build up.

Normally, a horse girl would probably pull back a bit here.

There was neither poetry nor wine.

She herself was an expert in the art of 'escape' and naturally understood the other horse woman's plan.

So poetry and wine plan to accelerate here and sprint forward.

Just then, in the shadows at the very top of the stands, Ai-Akihime was intently watching the situation on the field.

The fans around were frantically chanting the names of Naritaji or other popular horse girls, but Orihime's purple eyes were firmly fixed on the black figure in the back.

"I see."

The brown-haired girl said thoughtfully.

……

"The race has entered the third corner!"

The commentator's voice suddenly rose, and the atmosphere at the Zhongshan Racecourse was ignited to a boiling point.

"The herd of horses has started moving! Narita Road in the front row is accelerating! She doesn't want to leave the suspense until the very end!"

Amidst deafening cheers, Naritaji's horse ears on his head suddenly twitched, and his golden ponytail drew an extremely sharp arc in the wind.

Shadow Strike

She held back, forcefully cutting out from the outside with a dazzling display, and charging towards the leader's position.

The entire herd was thrown into chaos by Naritaji's early burst of speed. The once tight formation began to crumble and disintegrate as if it had been struck by a hammer.

'Now.'

Poetry and wine met without hesitation.

Just as all the horse girls scattered outwards due to the oppressive feeling of Narita Road, an extremely narrow muddy area appeared at the edge of the inner fence.

Nobody dared to go there.

But poetry and wine have already trod that path.

The horseshoe slipped slightly the moment it gripped the turf, and the heartbeat of poetry and wine quickened by half a beat.

Main character: Chapter 338 Who will win?

Poetry and Wine subconsciously lowered their center of gravity, sinking the force from their left rear into the ground an inch deeper, firmly suppressing the slippery trend.

Then, everything became clear.

The wind ripped at her black hair, her lungs ached terribly from extreme oxygen deprivation, and a faint taste of blood rose from the depths of her throat.

Something came alive with crystal clarity at that moment—

That's the instinct of a racehorse girl.

'I will win.'

"Look at the inner passage! Unbelievable! Number Six, Ma Niang, Poetry and Wine, has charged up from an extremely dangerous gap in the inner passage!"

The commentator let out a near-voice-breaking scream.

"She didn't slow down! She's preparing to meet Naritaji head-on on the final straight!"

The view ahead suddenly opened up.

The last two hundred meters of the straightaway at Zhongshan Racecourse, and the terrifying steep slope that had buried countless dreams, opened their doors to her under the blinding early spring sun.

The last two hundred meters.

For the spectators in the stands, this distance represents only a few seconds of exciting competition; but for the female horse on the track, it is the most difficult stretch of the entire race.

The iconic steep slope of Zhongshan Racecourse rises from the middle of the straight.

Its slope may not seem extreme in terms of data, but it is extremely unpredictable in actual combat.

Even with the necessary training, most female horses would find it difficult to perfectly traverse this slope in actual combat.

Narita-ro was at the forefront.

The girl's golden hair flew wildly in the gale, exuding a powerful aura.

【Lv.1 Road to Glory】

During the final sprint, Naritaji's previously steady breathing began to become heavy and labored.

But her steps remained powerful, so graceful, so resilient, showing no sign of impending collapse.

In the most challenging sections, Narita-ro achieved a near-perfect running style that was virtually flawless.

When Poetry and Wine cut through the inner rail and rushed into this dazzling straight road, there was still a gap of almost a body length between her and Naritaji.

'Just a few meters.'

At this moment, the chest, once filled with poetry and wine, felt as if it were filled with countless shards of glass, sending waves of excruciating pain through it.

The metallic and sweet taste deep in his throat became stronger than ever before, and every muscle in his legs protested fiercely.

However, this is within the normal range, and the level of pain is less than one-third of what it used to be in a derby match.

So poetry and wine paid no heed.

She didn't even spare a shred of pity for her pitiful body.

It's only a body length away; we can catch up.

The steep slope suddenly tilted up beneath our feet.

Poetry and Wine clearly felt the sudden change in the angle of the ground, and the immense gravity that suddenly increased, pulling them backward, spread from their ankles to their knees.

'Your uphill technique is terrible.'

Poetry and wine sensed their own problems.

In that instant, she subconsciously and roughly lowered her center of gravity even further, almost as if she were flying close to the ground.

She shortened her stride slightly and began to rapidly increase her pace.

"Steep slope! The final 100 meters! Narita Roji is still in the lead! Unshakeable! But—"

The commentator's voice suddenly rose, clearly shocked by the situation on the field.

"Look at the poetry and wine on the inner path! She's still chasing! The second most popular contestant isn't even faltering on this cursed slope!!"

At this moment, Naritaji truly felt a terrifying pressure.

She couldn't hear the commentator's shouts, and out of the corner of her eye, she had no time to notice the empty space behind her.

However, the blonde girl had an extremely sharp racing instinct.

Behind them, an extremely hot and terrifying aura, carrying a heavy presence, was approaching with an unreasonable and frenzied force.

Narita didn't turn around; she tried her best to control herself and not slow down in a panic because of the oppressive feeling.

She clenched her teeth even tighter, a dazzling light flashing in her eyes, squeezing out the last bit of strength in her body as she desperately pushed her way to the top of the steep slope.

But the footsteps of poetry and wine, the heavy, violent sounds like drumbeats striking the grass, had already surpassed her.

There is only a flat area of ​​sixty meters between the highest point of the steep slope and the final finish line.

The sound of the wind disappeared.

Poetry and wine, with an almost obsessive stubbornness, quietly and forcefully emerged from the inner side of Narita Road.

The black-haired girl didn't make any unnecessary movements. Her expression was focused, and she painstakingly reduced the seemingly insurmountable difference in body position inch by inch to half a body position, and then inch by inch to be level.

Their eyes met briefly in the midst of their rapid movement.

Then--

Go past it.

a step far.

"Finish line! Crossed the finish line—!! Number six, Poetry and Wine!!"

The commentator's voice cracked completely the moment he crossed the finish line, and was immediately drowned out by the frenzied roar of the crowd erupting like a volcano.

"An unbelievable last-minute victory! Poetry and Wine crossed the finish line by an extremely narrow margin over Narita Road—! The Yayoi Prize has been won by this mysterious dark horse!"

Narita Road! Just one step away!

Poetry and wine, at the moment of crossing the finish line, did not raise their arms and shout like other victors.

Her brain went blank due to lack of oxygen.

Relying on muscle memory, the black horse continued running forward for several dozen meters, allowing her excessive speed to dissipate.

After a distance, she stopped, resting her hands heavily on her knees, bending down to greedily inhale the earthy air.

My lungs felt like they were being squeezed tightly, making it hard to breathe, and I could barely stand up with my legs supporting me.

Poetry and wine blurred her vision with each heavy breath, and the sunlight was so blinding that she wanted to cry.

Then, something approached from behind, carrying the same burning heat.

"Ok?"

Poetry and Wine turned around with some confusion.

Narita-ji stopped next to her. The blonde girl was also bent over, her hands on her knees, panting heavily beside her.

A gentle breeze blew by in early spring, causing the girl's hair to become tangled together.

The two stood side by side in the center of the still bustling and noisy Zhongshan Racecourse.

After some time.

When the stinging pain in his lungs finally subsided somewhat, Narita Ji slowly straightened up.

She raised the back of her hand, which was covered in mud and grass, and vigorously wiped the sweat from her face. Then she turned her head to look at Shi Yujiu, who was still catching her breath.