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

Without looking back, he tossed out a line about poetry and wine, then strode quickly toward the stream, his retreating figure giving the impression of a hasty escape.

"up to you."

Ai Musou, with her back to Orihime, muttered something under her breath, but a smile appeared on her face.

……

Two hours later, at Treson Academy.

After a relatively quiet bus ride, the two, carrying heavy backpacks, stepped back into the academy.

Although on the surface the two still maintained a distance of one in front of the other and ignoring each other, anyone could see that there was obviously a different relationship between them.

"Good morning, Mr. Jiu!"

Just then, a crisp sound came from the tree-lined path to the side.

Narita, dressed in Tresson's classic mysterious red and white tracksuit, had just finished her routine morning run, and fine beads of sweat still clung to her forehead.

Upon seeing who it was, Naritaji paused slightly as he was wiping his sweat with a towel.

The golden-haired squad leader's bright purple-gold eyes lit up instantly when they saw the familiar black and white long hair.

Good morning, Aru.

Poetry and wine paused, nodding slightly in greeting.

"You went to the mountain to train with Ai-san yesterday?"

Narita Road's voice unconsciously rose several decibels.

She instinctively pulled the towel off her neck and stuffed it haphazardly into her pocket. Then, she grabbed the hem of her tracksuit jacket with both hands and straightened the slightly disheveled corners from running.

Narita quietly tucked a stray strand of golden hair behind her ear with her finger.

"Is Jiu-san back today? And she's carrying such a big bag... Ah, Ai-san is here too? Good morning!"

Narita only then noticed Orihime, the woman who was following behind Shi and Shu, and quickly greeted her politely.

"morning."

Ai Mui glanced at Naritaji indifferently, which could be considered a response.

However, right after Ai Mu finished greeting Orihime, Naritaji's keen intuition immediately sensed something was amiss.

Her gaze shifted subtly between poetry and wine and her admiration for Orihime.

Normally, these two are known as lone wolves, especially since they are in love with Orihime, which makes many horse girls dare not approach them easily.

While poetry and wine may seem like a well-behaved girl, they also exude a sense of distance that keeps strangers at bay.

But now, not only are these two people returning from outside early in the morning carrying camping gear, but what Naritaji is even more concerned about is—

I admire Orihime's position; it's too close to poetry and wine!

This has already exceeded the boundaries of social distancing for ordinary students.

How could that be?

Moreover, although Ai Mu's expression was indifferent, the way she looked at Shi and Sake's backs was strange... indulgent and dependent?

Narita felt a sudden tightness in his chest for no reason, as if someone had suddenly scooped a piece out of his favorite cake.

"Did you guys... go on a special outdoor training trip together this weekend?"

Narita Lu put his hands behind his back, his ten fingers twisted tightly together.

She tried her best to maintain a bright, sunny smile, but the corners of her mouth looked slightly stiff because of the bitterness in her heart.

"I went up the mountain to adjust my condition."

Poetry and wine answered naturally.

"I just want to look at the stars."

Ai Mu, Orihime, turned her face away and said nothing more.

Narita tightened her grip on her fingers behind her back, and slowly lowered her head.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and revealed an even brighter smile, which was actually a forced smile.

"Oh, I see! It's so heartwarming to see how good your relationship has become!"

The sound of Narita Road is still full of energy.

"Then you guys should go back and rest. Carrying such heavy bags must be tiring. There's less than a week until Darby in Japan. See you on the field, Mr. Jiu!"

She emphasized the last few sentences, her purple-gold eyes giving Poetry and Wine a deep look, as if desperately trying to confirm something.

See you on the field.

Poetry and Wine nodded.

As Narita watched the figures of Shi Yu Jiu and Ai Mu Zhi Ji walking away side by side, the smile on his face gradually faded.

She glanced down at her fingers, which were red from being squeezed too hard, and then at the tacit atmosphere between the two of them. She bit her lower lip in annoyance.

"I was here first."

Narita muttered something under her breath, then slapped her cheeks hard, took a deep breath, and rallied herself.

"No! I'm going to run ten more laps! I absolutely cannot lose to them on Darby's track!"

Main character: Leave request (explaining recent situation and what everyone wants to see)

Hello, my dears.

By the time you read this letter, I will have already finished writing it; I have been writing this letter all along.

My update frequency has become very unusual lately. One reason is that my studies are quite demanding, so I can only start writing my novel around 11 or 12 o'clock every day. If anyone checks the time, they can usually see that I post updates around 1 or 2 o'clock.

Updating every night is torture for both me and my roommate.

Moreover, I haven't had time to read other authors' novels or other content to broaden my thinking and inspiration.

But ultimately the problem lies with me, because everyone comes here to read the book. My situation has nothing to do with any of the readers. The only thing I need to do is maintain a stable update schedule to live up to everyone's expectations.

As the update time gradually became delayed, my creative enthusiasm waned, and this also affected my real-life situation.

It's midterm week now, and I need some time to review for the upcoming exams and to keep rekindling my creative passion.

If I force myself to write every day, the content I produce will be of poor quality, and the pressure of not being able to update will continue.

For the first half of this month, I felt guilty towards my readers but didn't know what to do.

Ultimately, it's just being pretentious; they want consistent updates and to keep their promises, but they lack the corresponding capabilities.

From my initial novice writing to now, the plots I wrote before were all unusually slow-paced, and I've realized that I need to control the pace.

I will always remember the updates I owed.

In conclusion, I had no choice but to ask for leave.

I eagerly hope that everyone here will tell me what kind of plot they are looking forward to.

I will further revise the following content to make the pacing more comfortable.

This is Mingyue Road, a place shrouded in unease.

So cute! Men get their periods after seeing this? Women go crazy? Is this the nemesis of depression? The alarm clock for vegetative patients? So cute that tears stream down my face, like the Qiantang River tide? So cool? God is my rose, illuminating my dark life and giving my world meaning? I ran, I jumped, I danced the tango on my 20th-floor balcony! It made me realize that God truly exists. I was so cute that tears streamed down my face. From now on, the world will never lack water again. The nemesis of depression? The alarm clock for vegetative patients? So cute that tears stream down my face, like the Qiantang River tide? So beautiful? God is my rose, illuminating my dark life and giving my world meaning? I ran, I jumped, I danced the tango on my 20th-floor balcony! It made me realize that God truly exists. I was so beautiful that tears streamed down my face. From now on, the world will never lack water again.

Main character: The golden-haired class monitor in Chapter 365, realizing he was about to lose.

Today is the last day before the start of the Darby tournament in Japan.

As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the training grounds of Treson Academy in a rich orange hue.

With the final sprint coming to an end, poetry and wine slowly came to a halt.

The black-haired girl stood panting at the edge of the training field, her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. Sweat streamed down her pale cheeks, dampening her black and white temples.

"Training this late, Mr. Jiu!"

A vibrant voice, accompanied by light footsteps, came from the side and behind.

Without turning back, one knows who it is through poetry and wine.

A golden figure, seemingly filtered by the setting sun, stopped beside her.

It's Narita Road.

The girl, as enthusiastic as a large golden retriever, was holding two bottles of mineral water still covered in condensation.

She naturally handed one of the bottles to Poetry and Wine, her purple-gold eyes filled with undisguised concern.

"Thank you."

Poetry and Wine quietly thanked him, took the mineral water, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. The cool liquid flowed down his throat, greatly relieving the heat from Poetry and Wine's thirst.

A glistening drop of water slid down her delicate jawline and disappeared into her collarbone. Narita's gaze involuntarily followed that drop of water for a moment before he guiltily looked away.

Poetry and Wine put down the half-empty water bottle, casually wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and turned to look at Narita Road.

"Don't you also train until this late every day?"

"Uh-huh."

Narita nodded, his expression becoming more serious, and his usually alert ears perked up slightly.

"After all... I've already lost the Satsuki Prize once."

Her gaze swept across the training field.

On the track in the distance, Aimo Orihime was still tirelessly training for her final lap.

"You're the same, aren't you, Mr. Jiu?"

Narita turned his head, smiled, and extended his right hand to poetry and wine.

"I'm really looking forward to the showdown with you and Ai-san at Darby tomorrow."

"I've already tasted the bitterness of losing during the Satsuki Sho. This time, I absolutely do not want to lose again."

Poetry and Wine remained silent for a moment as they looked at Naritaji's hand outstretched in mid-air.

The black-haired girl's horse ears twitched slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

After a moment, she placed her slightly cold hand on his and held his warm hand in hers.

"Aru".

Poetry and wine softly call out.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"if……"

Poetry and Wine looked conflicted. She bit her lower lip, unsure of what to say next.

As Darby in Japan drew near, she could feel with unmistakable clarity that her connection to the world was gradually weakening.

Although Godolphin Arab made no move, she understood that the countdown to her departure had begun.

"I was just saying, hypothetically..."

Poetry and Wine unconsciously tightened their grip on Narita's hand, their dark eyes staring straight at each other.

"If you lose to Darby again tomorrow... will you cry?"

"Eh?"

Narita's smile froze; she looked somewhat dazed from her intense confusion.

It took her a while to realize the literal meaning of the phrase "poetry and wine".

"Um……"

Narita loosened his grip on the poetry and wine, scratched his cheek with his fingers somewhat embarrassed, and then patted his chest confidently.

"It might sound arrogant to say that... but I'm training with the determination that I absolutely won't lose! However, even if I do lose, if it's to you guys who gave it your all, I'll accept it wholeheartedly."

"So, will you cry or not?"

Poetry and wine did not stop there; instead, they continued to explore the questions.