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

Poetry and Wine, holding chopsticks, slowly and deliberately picked up a piece of broccoli, speaking in a nonchalant tone:

"no need."

"I am a trainer, mainly responsible for mental work, and I do not participate in high-intensity physical training. This amount of calories is enough."

After saying that, she stopped talking and silently lowered her head to eat.

And opposite her.

A small mountain of diamonds and treasures had been piled up in front of them.

The extra-large portion of fried pork cutlet rice bowl comes with two extra croquettes.

A small bucket of rich tonkotsu ramen, topped with char siu.

Next to it were five huge meat buns and a super-sized cup of full-sugar milk tea with a straw.

At this moment, she was in full swing, eating heartily.

"Ah! Ugh..."

Her cheeks were bulging from eating, like a hamster hoarding food.

Happiness almost overflowed from those light green eyes.

After the anxiety of the morning subsided, Lingzuan Qibao chose to eat to suppress her anxiety.

Seeing her astonishing appetite, Poetry and Wine finally couldn't help but put down their chopsticks.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: There's a second level to go.

Today, my homeroom teacher told me why she called me in for a private talk.

Because my psychological assessment score was too high.

This is not normal.

What else can I say?

I think these two works can prove my mental health.

I introduced them in my foreign teacher's class and received positive feedback.

Having been able to paint these two works, I am now on par with Qi Baishi.

There are currently no plans to become a new Van Gogh.

Ah, perhaps this is the kind of trouble that people with beautiful hearts have.

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The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 37 So fragrant!

Poetry and Wine's deep black eyes, tinged with suspicion, swept over the pile of high-calorie carbohydrate bombs in front of Diamond Treasure.

"...Are you eating so much because you're worried about the intensity of the training afterwards?"

Even for a racehorse girl, eating so much fried food and carbohydrates for lunch is really excessive.

This is completely inconsistent with the dietary management standards for athletes.

Of course, this doesn't include horse girls like Oguri Hat and Special Week.

Feeling that indifferent yet oppressive gaze, Diamond Baby paused in his milk tea-drinking motion.

She instinctively shrank her neck, like a child caught doing something wrong.

But soon, Diamond Treasure stood tall.

She swallowed the food in her mouth with difficulty and answered with a righteous expression:

"No, that's right! That's exactly it!"

"You know, Xiao Jiu... no, trainer Xiao Jiu."

"There are so many training sessions this afternoon. If I don't build up my energy now, I'll get low blood sugar when I start running!"

"You'll burn off all those calories just by running more!"

Poetry and Wine narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping over the round face and slightly protruding belly of Diamond Treasure.

The look of doubt did not fade.

However, considering that this stout horse had at least worked up a sweat all morning.

Perhaps they were really starving?

"...Alright then."

Poetry and Wine ultimately said nothing, lowered their heads again to eat, taking it as an admission of this statement.

call…

Lingzuan Qibao breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then she picked up the golden-brown, crispy croquette, took a big bite, and the oil burst in her mouth.

'Hmph... How naive!'

While chewing on high-calorie fried food, Lingzuan Qibao was making her own plans in her mind.

'Didn't she say this was some kind of scripted world? While the common sense is the same, it's not really the real world after all!'

'Since it's fake, no matter how much you eat, it won't affect your real body!'

'How could the calories here possibly be brought back to reality?'

'Those foods I used to have to eat sparingly to control my weight... I can now eat them all to my heart's content!'

Harboring this wishful thinking that the world of the script was a buffet of dreams, Diamond Treasures enjoyed their meal even more.

Looking at the small wine bottle in front of her, which could only serve boiled vegetables, she felt a deep pity for her companion.

Alas, poor little wine.

Maintaining a good figure is still important in this world.

And so, the lunch ended with Lingzuan Qibao's unrestrained and uninhibited eating.

According to Treson College's tradition, the entire school has a fixed lunch break after 12 o'clock.

The two walked out of the cafeteria and stood at the crossroads.

"Well... see you at the training ground at 2 PM, trainer~"

Diamond Treasure patted its round belly and waved contentedly toward Poetry and Wine.

Then he turned and walked towards the direction of Lidongliao, his steps slow as if he were an old man on his deathbed because he was too full.

Poetry and Wine stood still, watching the figure with the reed feathers disappear around the corner.

She adjusted her non-prescription glasses and turned to walk towards the faculty and staff apartment.

Back in her quiet studio apartment, she didn't rest.

Sitting at his desk, Shi Yujiu opened the notebook filled with training logs, his brows furrowing slightly.

Something just doesn't feel right.

The pen tip tapped unconsciously on the paper.

'Since this is a scripted world, bodily functions should be the same as in reality.'

"Is the Diamond Treasure like this in the real world too?"

Is he slacking off? Or is there some hidden reason I don't know about?

She closed her notebook, a resolute glint in her dark eyes.

'Should I try to find out about Diamond Treasure's network of connections in this world? Maybe ask his classmates or competitors?'

When I have some free time tonight, I'll take the time to reflect on why I fell in love with Diamond Treasures in the first place.

Thinking of this, Poetry and Wine cursed in their hearts once again the "goddess" who had presumptuously tied her to the Diamond Treasure.

'That awful guy... he actually assigned me this nanny-like job.'

'She should know that I hate interpersonal relationships.'

Poetry and Wine sighed and reached into a pile of documents to search for something.

Soon, a list of Diamond Treasure's class and training partners was drawn up.

My gaze swept across the area quickly.

"Hmm... Green Bamboo Memories, Eightfold Invincibility?"

Poetry and wine paused for a moment.

These two names are listed in the information as Diamond Treasure's friends and training partners.

Have it.

She picked up her pen and silently wrote the two names down in her memo.

'After training this afternoon, I'll subtly probe those two horse girls.'

……

Time flew by, and soon it was afternoon.

Under the blazing sun, Tresson's training ground was sweltering.

Poetry and wine are extremely punctual; they arrived at the agreed location precisely at 1:45.

She stood on the edge of the exposed grass, wearing that heat-absorbing black suit, like a landmark.

Time passed by, second by second.

It quickly came to 2 p.m.

The camera then shifts to the quiet and peaceful Lidongliao.

Unlike the sweat-drenched exertions on the playground, the air here is imbued with a languid atmosphere.

Inside dormitory 302, heavy blackout curtains completely blocked the glaring afternoon sunlight from the windows, creating a dim and tranquil atmosphere like the dead of night.

In the center of the soft bed lay a horse girl with beautiful goose hair.

At this moment, Lingzuan Qibao was completely unprepared and wrapped himself up like a cocoon.

Her silver-gray hair was spread out loosely and smoothly on the pillow, and she wore a fluffy vanilla eye mask, which made her look exceptionally peaceful.

"Huh...huh..."

Long, rhythmic breaths echoed in the room.

With each rise and fall of her chest, the grayish-white horse ears exposed outside the blanket would occasionally twitch unconsciously, like a radar sensor, before drooping softly again.

And next to her sunken pillow, a smartphone lay quietly.

[Ringing in 12 hours and 0 minutes]

2:00 AM

[Only rings once]

The horse with the feathers is soundly asleep.

……

Poetry and Wine raised his wrist and glanced at the slightly worn mechanical watch on his wrist.

The second hand precisely passed the top twelve position.

She lowered her hand, adjusted her non-prescription glasses, and calmly looked towards the entrance of the training field.

As agreed, the Diamond Treasure should appear at this time.

However, all that could be seen was the empty grassland gleaming white from the scorching sun, and the distorted ripples created by the heated air.