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

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'this……'

"Please don't think I'm saying these things to atone for my sins."

"I admire Orihime," she suddenly said.

"I won't really treat you as my sister."

The faint starlight could already be seen outside the window.

“She is who she is, and I don’t feel that helping you is atoning for her sins.”

"But what I want to say is..."

The brown-haired girl took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at Poetry and Wine without flinching.

Starlight appeared in her bright purple eyes, and she said in a slightly trembling voice.

“You are you, not a substitute for my sister.”

Her voice suddenly became serious.

"Poetry and wine is a very beautiful name..."

"If you are afraid, let it go; don't force yourself to confront it."

"I will stay with you."

"Just like you were with me that day."

Poetry and Wine stared blankly at the brown-haired girl in front of them, but found themselves unable to utter a single word.

P.S.: Where did Narita-ro go?

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I'm so sorry, my computer broke down and I have a full schedule of classes, so today's update will have to wait until later. I need to find a chance to go to the computer store tomorrow to have someone help me fix it.

I commanded the rain not to get you wet, but what am I to dare give orders to the rain? So I ended up getting soaked and sick. Sometimes my love seems to be like that—powerless and ridiculously foolish.

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I took my computer to get it repaired this morning, but when I went to the computer mall it was closed and I had to pick it up the next day. I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you tomorrow!

I need to make up for 1000% tomorrow.

I had imagined our meeting would be a tapestry of poetry and painting, a song and melody. A rescue from the hooves of horses in a bustling city, shelter from the rain in a dilapidated temple in a desolate mountain. A hero saving a damsel in distress, uttering a simple "Excuse me." Warming ourselves by a fire, listening to the wind and rain all night. Strolling in a garden, suddenly hearing a beautiful woman's laughter, turning around to see peach blossoms in full bloom. All the peach blossoms pale in comparison, all the spring breezes of ten miles cannot compare. It is your every smile, every glance, that makes me yearn for you a thousand times over in the dim light. It is a love story worthy of poetry and melody, a love so poetic and picturesque.

Main character: Chapter 358 feels like the volume title is about to change.

For a moment, the only sounds inside the carriage were the steady rumble of the light rail wheels rubbing against the tracks and the crisp sound of raindrops being hit by the wind against the glass.

After an unknown amount of time, the poet and the wine gradually came back to their senses, and a rare smile appeared on their tear-stained face.

"What a cunning way of putting it..."

Poetry and wine lowered her eyes, and she raised the completely cooled black tea in her hand, gently pressing it against her cheek.

The cool aluminum shell stimulated the skin, making the poetry and wine feel more invigorating.

"He was trying to comfort someone in a gentle way, but he insisted on making it seem like he was doing it reluctantly."

"Are you always this awkward when interacting with others?"

Upon hearing these words, which were practically an exposure, Orihime, who had just been staring directly at her without flinching, suddenly looked away as if she had been electrocuted.

The brown-haired girl quickly turned her head, leaving most of the back of her head to Poetry and Wine.

The horse's fluffy, dark brown ears on its head tilted back restlessly, and its voice became a few degrees stiffer than before.

"I admire Orihime," she said somewhat awkwardly.

Don't misunderstand.

"I just don't want to see a coward on the derby track who doesn't even dare to go through the starting gate."

She paused for a moment, seemingly feeling that the excuse still sounded a bit forced, and then forced herself to add another sentence.

"If you let today's defeat discourage you, then the upcoming matches will be even more...unplayable for me."

"Who said I would be defeated?"

Poetry and Wine gave a soft hum.

"Whether it's muddy or rainy..."

Poetry and Wine gripped the tea canister tightly in their hands, a subtle metallic sound echoing from their fingertips.

"I can't 'let the fear go' right now..."

"Perhaps I will cry in the rain when I actually encounter a rainy day in the future, but for now I will choose to try."

She turned her head and stared intently at the slightly surprised profile of Orihime reflected in the car window.

"If it were unfortunate enough, it really did rain that day, Darby..."

"I will try it too."

'After all, I'll leave here once the race is over... but perhaps I could ask Godolphin for a postponement?'

A brief silence fell over the carriage, with only the streaks of light outside the window rushing past.

Then, Orihime's shoulders swayed slightly.

"How arrogant!"

She still didn't turn around, but her tone became much more lively.

"Then I'll test your boasting at the finish line at 2,400 meters."

"Ding-dong-"

Just then, the electronic announcement from the light rail broadcast system rang out in the empty carriage.

[We have arrived at the station. Please take your belongings and prepare to disembark.]

The rain outside the window had quietly stopped sometime earlier.

The thick, leaden-gray clouds were parted by the night wind high in the sky, revealing a waning crescent moon that cast a soft, lonely silver light on the street outside.

The vehicle's speed began to decrease steadily.

Ai Musou took a deep breath and prepared to stand up, supporting herself on the armrest of the chair with one hand.

However, just as she braced her legs to support her body, a sharp, stabbing pain suddenly shot through the depths of her knee.

Her movements suddenly froze, her brows furrowed in pain, and she instantly lost her balance, falling uncontrollably to one side.

The embarrassing fall I had anticipated did not happen.

A slender yet powerful arm firmly embraced her arm, distributing most of her weight.

Ai Mu Shiki turned her head in surprise, meeting Shi Yushu's dark eyes, which were very close to hers.

Your legs?

Poetry and Wine sighed helplessly, then pulled down the hood of his victory outfit, which he wore because it was difficult to wear, cleverly concealing the worry in his eyes.

"Let's go."

Poetry and wine did not let go. Instead, she used a seemingly forceful approach, but one that avoided all the pain points, to half-support the adoring Orihime as she walked towards the opening carriage door.

"Since you helped me in the underpass earlier."

"As a return gift, I, this 'coward,' will reluctantly serve as your walking stick for the journey from the station to the school clinic."

The words were spoken.

Ai Mu opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to push him away coldly as usual, indicating that she could manage on her own.

But seeing the black-haired girl beside her with her painted face displaying an expression that left no room for argument, and feeling the steady strength in her arm, she ultimately swallowed back her words of refusal.

"...You're taking too big a step."

She lowered her head and muttered a complaint under her breath, but did not pull her arm away.

"Then I'll trouble Ai-san to try her best to keep up with my pace."

"Whether it's here or on the track next month."

'Did I talk too much today?'

Poetry and wine are just a way to cheer myself up today.

The carriage doors slid open slowly to the sides in front of the two people.

The night wind after the rain swept over me.

The two stepped off the train one after the other and onto the wet platform.

The puddles reflected the dim yellow light overhead. There was a small puddle of water at their feet that hadn't dried completely. Poetry and Wine instinctively walked around it, while Ai Mu noticed it but said nothing.

The bus stop sign swayed slightly in the night breeze. The platform was deserted, with only a faint, warm yellow light shining through the glass windows of the waiting room in the distance.

Poetry and wine stepped aside to let his beloved Orihime go first, while he followed half a step behind, keeping a respectful distance.

"...You can walk a little faster."

"I admire Orihime," he said without turning his head.

"I walk quite fast."

"That's a lie."

The black-haired girl feigned displeasure and huffed.

“Aizhi Sang walks too slowly.”

The two walked down the steps of the platform, the wet and slippery steps feeling a bit cool in the night breeze.

Ai Musashi paused at a certain turn, and Shi Yu Jiu immediately reached out and supported her arm, the movement perfectly natural.

"Ok?"

Ai Mu looked down at the arm that had been supported, then at the nonchalant profile of the black-haired girl in front of her. Her lips moved, but she ultimately said nothing.

The streets outside the station were much quieter than I remembered.

Perhaps because it had just rained, the atmosphere at Treson Academy was unusually quiet.

The benches under the streetlights were empty.

The branches and leaves of the roadside trees drooped low from the rain, and occasionally, tiny droplets of water, blown from who-knows-where, would land on their necks.

Poetry and wine crushed the black tea canister and accurately tossed it into the roadside recycling bin.

The aluminum can struck the barrel wall with a crisp sound.

Do you usually come back to school at this time?

"Occasionally."

"Occasionally...?"

"What do you ask for this?"

"I've never seen you go back to your dorm to sleep on time."

Ai Mu glanced at her sideways, suddenly feeling a bit dumbfounded, unsure of what to say.

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The dim streetlights cast long shadows of poetry and wine onto the wet asphalt, swaying back and forth with their footsteps.

"...After training, sometimes I would walk back alone."

With a sigh, Orihime, who admired him, finally gave her a helpless answer.