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

Poetry and Wine rested his chin on the competition bag, closed his eyes, and tried to slow his heartbeat.

Soon, the vehicle arrived at Zhongshan Racecourse.

Poetry and wine disembarked with the sparse crowd and walked along the clearly marked route toward the racetrack.

She looked up and gazed toward the racetrack.

The massive building has risen from the end of the street, its huge dome appearing somewhat silent under the leaden sky.

The thick clouds above the dome had dropped lower than they had been half an hour earlier, their color changing from light gray to dark gray, and some irregular, blurry, wispy structures had begun to appear at the edges.

The clouds are churning; rain is imminent.

Poetry and wine paused, standing still for a few seconds.

Then she reached into her pocket and touched the cold frame of her phone.

'never mind.'

Having given up on checking the weather forecast again, Poetry and Wine pulled their hands away and continued walking.

The outline of the racetrack grew closer and closer into view.

Early arrivals were already queuing at the entrance, with a sparse, long line winding along the edge of the square.

Staff members stood on both sides of the entrance, holding signs to guide different types of people to different passages.

Poetry and wine bypassed the crowd and headed towards the side door.

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I'm very sorry, I've been busy with classes these past few days and haven't been able to find the time. I've been incredibly busy lately and have also been experiencing some writer's block. I will try my best to keep updating and I won't forget to add extra chapters when I have time.

OZ7

Countless cigarettes smoked? So much strong liquor I felt like vomiting? I took 99 steps towards you? But you blocked my way. Of all the emotions in this world, I'm only infatuated with you? You've made me lose my soul. Countless cigarettes smoked? So much strong liquor I felt like vomiting? I took 99 steps towards you? But you blocked my way. Of all the emotions in this world, I'm only infatuated with you? You've made me lose my soul.

Main character: Chapter 346 Interesting

The rest room at Zhongshan Racecourse, just before the race.

The temperature was much warmer than outside, although it was a bit humid.

Poetry and Wine sat in their chairs, making a final check on the condition of their horseshoes.

She turned the shoe on her left foot over and carefully examined it by the light of the overhead fluorescent lamp.

There's no problem. She just replaced these horseshoes last month, and they haven't come loose even once since.

Poetry and Wine stood up and stretched their ankles.

It feels very solid underfoot and won't cause any problems.

Poetry and wine occasionally glance out the window.

There is a narrow, elongated window on the side of the lounge. The window frame is very narrow, and you can only see a small strip of sky.

But this small, gray, ever-changing patch of color is enough to make the expressions of poetry and wine begin to become unpredictable.

It hasn't finished downloading yet.

She thought to herself silently, though she didn't quite believe it herself.

The unsettling image flashed through my mind again.

Poetry and Wine closed their eyes and took a deep breath.

Three seconds, two seconds, one second.

After a while, she opened her eyes again. The black-haired girl's previously slightly unfocused pupils gradually narrowed, refocusing on the schedule in front of her.

……

A muffled rumble of thunder rolled by in the distance.

No one noticed when the first drop of rain fell.

As people gradually entered the audience seats, the rain had already begun.

"This year, such a day has finally arrived."

In the commentary booth, a middle-aged male commentator who looked a bit old pushed up the microphone in front of him and began to speak in a solemn tone.

"The first battle of the classic triple crown - Satsuki Sho".

His partner was a very young female commentator sitting next to him. She smiled slightly upon hearing this and continued the conversation.

"Yes, even though it was raining, it was still a spectacular event, no less than in previous years."

The drizzle outside the window left slanted streaks on the glass.

The commentary booth is several levels higher than the stands, offering a panoramic view of the entire racecourse.

The huge oval track appeared exceptionally quiet in the rain, the dark green grass appearing even deeper in color and glistening with a damp sheen.

The crowd continued to pour into the stands.

"The rain isn't heavy yet, but it's been going on for quite a while."

The male commentator glanced at the information beside him.

"According to the latest report from the track department, the turf condition is currently in the 'good' range, but given the current rainfall trend, the race is likely to enter a 'slightly heavy' or even close to 'heavy' condition by the middle of the race."

"This will be a considerable test for the players' tactical choices."

The female commentator took over the conversation.

"Especially for drivers who are used to launching a final-foot attack at the end of the straight, the slippery grass will directly affect the efficiency of acceleration."

"That's right. So before the match officially begins, let's take a look at the situation today—"

The broadcast's sound echoed throughout the racecourse.

The atmosphere in the audience is heating up.

The rain was still falling, but most of the audience didn't seem to care.

They sat in their seats, their faces showing excitement.

Some people were flipping through newspapers, which were densely printed with the recent battle results and training data of various female riders, while others were whispering with their companions about the popular riders.

"The most anticipated contestant is the popular Orihime."

The commentator continued to explain.

Someone was holding a small chibi version of Orihime and a small chibi version of Naritaji in their arms.

"The second is Narita Route."

"The third most popular contestant in the poetry and wine category should not be underestimated either."

The female commentator looked at the information in her hand and gave a professional explanation.

"In terms of popularity, these three contestants are indeed a level above the other competitors."

The male commentator took over.

"But besides that, we can't ignore the threat from other players..."

"The first hurdle of the classic treble is never simply a contest of strength on paper."

The male commentator gave a summary.

"The characteristics of the track, changes in the weather, the condition of the athletes on the day... any small variable can become the key to changing the outcome of the game."

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously turned their gaze to the huge electronic screen directly in front of the commentary booth.

The countdown on the screen is ticking.

There are less than fifteen minutes left before the start of the match.

It's still raining.

The two commentators in the commentary booth began their final pre-match summary.

"Alright, everyone, the lineup for today's Satsuki Prize has been confirmed, with a total of fourteen contestants."

"There's no doubt about its popularity."

"But popularity is only a reference. The real winner can only be determined after crossing the finish line."

"Especially this year, the competitive landscape for the classic triple crown is more unpredictable than in previous years."

The sound of an announcement came from the lounge.

Poetry and wine stand before a mirror, making final adjustments.

The girl was already fully dressed in her winning outfit.

The black fabric clung to her body, outlining its smooth lines.

Well, actually, poetry and wine are currently too young.

Her waist was cinched in a slender curve by the wide belt of her victory outfit, and the hem of her black trench coat trailed at her ankles.

The collar of the trench coat was trimmed with white piping, which gleamed faintly in the dim lighting of the lounge.

Poetry and wine retied his black and white ponytail.

Then she looked up and saw herself in the mirror.

The black-haired girl in the mirror looked somewhat pale, with a faint bluish tinge under her eyes.

'Eh~'

Poetry and wine shifted their gaze from the mirror, instead placing their palms against the cool wall beside them.

A chill seeped into my fingertips.

It has started raining.

Through the narrow windows of the lounge, Poetry and Wine could not see the rain falling, but they could hear the soft sounds.

Even so, we must face it with equanimity.

'I will not be defeated by the rain...'

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath and withdrew their hands from the wall.

The black-haired girl turned around, tightened her black trench coat, walked to the door, and reached out to grasp the handle.

She pushed open the door and walked towards the players' tunnel.

Footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are grayish-white concrete coated with fire-retardant paint, and every few meters there is an embedded emergency light that emits a faint green glow.

The further you go, the more humid the air becomes.

Poetry and wine allow one to feel oneself stepping into a muddy, rainy day.

So she quickened her pace.

Just as poetry and wine were about to reach the entrance of the passage—

Two figures emerged from the shadows on the other side.

"Ok?"

The steps of poetry and wine paused for a moment.

"Wine mulberry, love weaving mulberry."

Narita emerged from the shadows, the girl's long golden hair still dazzling in the dimly lit passageway.

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Narita was wearing a purple final outfit today.

The blonde girl appeared in the light, a bright smile on her face.

"We'll meet again on the field."