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

no one.

There was no silver-gray figure.

'They were probably delayed on the way, or they just happened to go to the restroom.'

Poetry and wine provided a reasonable explanation in my heart.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 38 Okay

Although she herself is a very punctual person, she does not demand that others be as punctual as she is.

After all, humans are not machines and cannot refresh on time like a human-machine interface.

Poetry and Wine adjusted their posture, put their hands in their suit pockets, and continued to wait patiently.

2:30 p.m.

The sun grew increasingly scorching, and the cicadas sang their hearts out in the treetops, their chirping so loud it was irritating.

The black suit absorbed heat very well, and even with the best endurance from poetry and wine, a fine layer of sweat had already seeped out from my back.

The shirt clung stickily to her body, and the discomfort was gradually wearing down her patience.

She glanced at her watch again.

Still no one.

The entrance was still deserted, not even a stray cat passing by.

Poetry and Wine pursed their slightly dry lips, their brows furrowing slightly.

'Lost?'

'Impossible, this isn't far from the dormitory, and this is the school where she's lived for a long time.'

'Did you get the time wrong?'

It was three o'clock in the afternoon.

A full hour has passed.

For poetry and wine, which are extremely self-disciplined and value efficiency.

Waiting for an hour without a reason is practically murder.

Even neglecting efficiency is tantamount to murder.

Because poetry and wine now stand naked under the sun.

There was still no one at the entrance to the training ground.

'I'm really getting angry, no, my head hurts so much.'

Just then, Shi and Jiu were feeling a little dizzy from the sun.

"Um... if you don't mind, you can borrow this."

A somewhat tired but gentle male voice sounded beside me.

Poetry and Wine turned her head and saw a haggard-looking man with deep dark circles under his eyes standing next to her.

He was wearing a slightly wrinkled tracksuit and handed me a black parasol.

"I'm so sorry to trouble you so much."

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, then reached out and took the umbrella.

Her fair skin, exposed to the scorching sun, finally found some shade to protect it.

A rare hint of genuine gratitude appeared on Poetry and Wine's usually indifferent face.

The man touched his messy hair, smiled wryly, and waved his hand.

"It's nothing. It's hot, so it's normal for trainers to help each other. I've seen you standing here without moving for an hour."

He glanced at the empty entrance to the training ground and seemed to have guessed something.

His tone carried a hint of experience and comfort:

"Has your assigned horse girl not arrived yet? Don't be too angry, she must be delayed by something very important."

"Don't blame your horse girl too much. Every horse girl has her own little flaws and... little temper."

At this point, a complex mix of doting affection and helplessness appeared in the man's eyes.

He thought of the equally troublesome fellow he had brought with him.

Just then, a spoiled and angry shout came from the track not far away.

"Hey—!! Familiar!!"

Poetry, wine, and men are all viewed at the same time.

A petite horse girl wearing a shrine maiden hat stood with her hands on her hips, glaring angrily at them.

"I order you! Come here right now and get me some water! You're not allowed to talk to any other mare!!"

That overwhelming aura of rage could be felt even from dozens of meters away.

The man called "familiar" shuddered, his bitter smile deepening.

"Oh, oh! Yes, yes, Lady Witch, I'll be right there!"

He hurriedly nodded to Poetry and Wine, then scurried off like a scapegoat towards the short-tempered, petite horse girl.

Then, he skillfully handed out water, wiped away sweat, and endured scolding.

As Poetry and Wine watched this scene, they tightened their grip on the umbrella handle.

'...It seems every trainer has a tough job.'

……

Let's go back to the present.

Four o'clock.

Poetry and wine waited under the sun for another hour.

Sweat trickled down her temples, soaking the back of her shirt.

Fortunately, with the help of the trainer, the heat on Shi and Jiu's bodies lessened a bit thanks to the umbrella.

But the temperature in her heart began to plummet.

On the training ground.

Poetry and wine remained standing as they had at the beginning, the air pressure around them frighteningly low.

The deep black eyes behind the glasses had completely lost their warmth, becoming as still as a stagnant pool.

'I'm going to kill the Diamond Treasure.'

Finally, at this moment...

In the distance, a gray-reed figure finally appeared on the horizon.

Just woken up from a lazy nap, the Diamond Treasure was now running frantically towards them with disheveled hair and a panicked expression.

She was panting heavily as she ran.

It wasn't all from being tired; it was mostly from being scared.

"Oh no, I'm doomed... I overslept..."

As she rushed breathlessly to the edge of the training field, she abruptly stopped.

All I could see was an open meadow.

Poetry and Wine was holding up the black parasol with one hand, the other hand in his suit trouser pocket.

The black umbrella blocked the sunlight, casting a deep shadow on her face.

Those deep black eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.

He just stared blankly at the Diamond Treasure, who was two hours late.

That look was more scorching than the summer sun and more piercing than the polar ice.

Oh my god!! This woman probably wants to kill Diamond Treasure!!

Lingzuan Qibao swallowed hard, feeling his calves start to cramp.

"Th-that... Little Wine... no, Trainer..."

She hunched her neck and spoke in a voice barely audible.

"I...I can explain..."

Lingzuan Qibao stood before poetry and wine, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands.

She lowered her head, not daring to look the other person in the eye.

Occasionally, I would steal a glance upwards like a thief.

Upon meeting the cold, dark eyes of poetry and wine, they quickly buried their heads even lower, like startled ostriches.

Xiao Jiu seems to be in a really bad mood right now.

"Explain what?"

The sounds of poetry and wine are completely flat, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

She pushed up her glasses and said sarcastically:

"Are you explaining that you ate too much at lunch, causing your blood sugar to spike and making you faint from carbs? Or are you explaining that you didn't take my words to heart at all?"

"Well……"

Hit where it hurt, Lingzuan Qibao was speechless and his face turned bright red.

Poetry and wine exude a thick, terrifying resentment.

But she did not continue to hold a grudge against Diamond & Jewelry on this issue.

For her now, anger is the most useless emotion, and it will only waste more time.

She bent down, picked up a data sheet that had been lying on the scorching grass and was now brittle from the sun, and patted off the dust.

"Since you're here, stop wasting time with words."

She pulled a stopwatch from her pocket, pressed her thumb on the timing button, and said coldly:

"I don't want to say more. The past can't be made up for. Now, immediately, let's start training."

"……Yes!"

P.S.: It seems like I don't have much to say.

Oh, right, deducting 1 won't revive the prison, but it can let me add more chapters.

If six people hit 1 in the place where it's deducted 1, I get an extra chapter; if twelve people hit 12 the second time, I get an extra chapter; if twenty-four people hit 24 the third time, and so on.

Hmm, I wonder how many more chapters we can add at the end.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 39 The Invincible Poetry and Wine Has Fallen (Bonus Chapter)

Knowing they were in the wrong, Lingzuan Qibao naturally dared not utter a single word.

She nodded vigorously and ran towards the starting line as if fleeing.

……

The next half hour of training was completed efficiently.

Perhaps it was the guilt in my heart, or perhaps it was the cold gaze of poetry and wine that followed me everywhere.

This time, Diamond Treasure practiced with all her might.

Every swing of his arm was done with great care, and every push off the ground kicked up dirt.

Sweat dripped down Lingzuan Qibao's face like raindrops as she ran extremely hard on the track.

While the results weren't top-notch, they were certainly good.