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

Poetry and Wine turned over, lying on their backs in the darkness, and looked at the brown paper document bag they had tossed on the bedside table by the moonlight streaming in from the window.

While Maruzensky possessed an almost desperate amount of energy when it came to pleasure, his efficiency and connections when it came to serious matters were truly astonishing.

In just one afternoon and evening, thanks to the other party's family's connections overseas, all the tedious procedures that would normally take ten days to half a month to complete were miraculously compressed.

The expedited passport processing receipt, visa appointment confirmation, and even the itinerary for the first-class e-ticket to London next week were all neatly arranged in that document bag.

She even thoughtfully helped Poetry & Wine exchange her competition winnings for a substantial amount of British pounds in cash, as well as a bank card that could be used abroad.

"It's better to be frugal on the road than poor at home. We can't let our little wine suffer while we're out."

These are Maruzensky's exact words when he stuffed the card into her pocket.

"Everything is ready..."

Poetry and wine murmured softly, as one arm was raised to shield the eyes with the forearm.

In truth, the most important purpose of her journey was to find out where the Rifar people were.

Strangely, she hasn't seen Rifar since she returned, whether she called out to him intentionally or unintentionally, or searched for him deliberately.

'Has something serious happened?'

Interlude: Chapter 383 I Miss You, Prison Law (This chapter features the character's affection for Orihime)

Poetry and wine unconsciously furrowed their brows as they thought.

"Lifar?"

She tried calling out, but there was no response for half a minute.

'really.'

She didn't try poetry or wine again; she simply lay down on the bed.

The room was unusually quiet. As the daytime hustle and bustle faded away, the emptiness deep within her heart began to rise slowly like the tide.

She's leaving next week.

Go to England.

She had only ever seen such foreign lands in novels, shrouded in fog all day, with clock towers and intricate streets.

In fact, she could have easily left Lifar behind and gone somewhere else to relax, but even so, she would most likely have chosen to go to Europe.

Why Europe in particular? Probably because it's far enough away.

Moreover, she still has a conscience and would never abandon Rifar.

With that thought in mind, Shi Yujiu forced herself to get up, tidied the room, and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.

While washing up, looking in the bathroom mirror, Shi Yujiu suddenly thought of his love for Orihime.

Will the other party spawn in some weird place and arrest me?

She shook her head, no longer thinking about the other person.

She was already overwhelmed with dealing with the issues of Diamond Treasure and Narita Road, and now she has to add the added burden of Orihime's infatuation...

So, run away.

Poetry and wine mocked themselves in their hearts.

Like a coward, she fled the starry night sky and escaped to a strange continent where no one knew her.

She turned her head, her gaze passing over the windowsill to the deep, desolate night sky outside. There were no stars tonight, only a thin layer of clouds obscuring the moon.

"Good night……"

The black-haired girl closed her eyes, murmured softly, and then drifted into a deep sleep.

……

Over the next few days, just in case, Poetry and Wine used the prize money they had saved from previous competitions to rent a long-term room in a luxury hotel outside Treson Academy.

She was terrified of encountering Ai-Hime or the Diamond Treasure at this critical juncture.

Once they arrest me, I'm finished.

During this period when she seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, only a few of Canopus' teammates knew that she had recovered and secretly been discharged from the hospital.

Fortunately, despite their different personalities, they were surprisingly loyal to each other at the crucial moment, and none of them leaked a word about her upcoming trip abroad.

These anxious days continued until the day before I boarded my flight to London.

My flight is tomorrow afternoon.

All the paperwork and documents were safely stored in my bag.

But Poetry and Wine still needed to make one last preparation: she had to go back to her dormitory at the academy to retrieve her clothes and belongings.

"Class is about to start, and the dorm area should be completely deserted by now. Nothing will happen."

With this侥幸心理 (a sense of侥幸, or a feeling of getting away with it), the girl, like a nimble black cat, sneaked back to her dormitory with a guilty conscience but also with familiarity with the place.

"Click".

The key turned, and the door opened.

The dormitory remains exactly as it was when she left a few days ago.

Poetry and Wine breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door behind them, and then quickly walked under the bed and pulled out their suitcases.

She quickly stuffed several of her usual clothes, toiletries, and a silver meteor hair accessory into the suitcase.

"Zipper up... all done, mission accomplished."

She dusted off her hands and grabbed the handle of her suitcase.

Once she steps out of this door, walks through the tree-lined path, exits the gates of Teresen Academy, and gets into a taxi to the airport, she can say goodbye to this place forever.

Well, they'll be back sooner or later.

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath and reached out to grasp the doorknob.

Press down hard and pull the door inward—

"Squeak."

Light streamed in from the hallway outside the door.

However, the steps of poetry and wine were frozen in place just a second before they stepped out the door.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her heart stopped beating from fright.

It was less than half a meter away from her.

A person stood quietly in the corridor that should have been empty.

Her long, dark brown hair was slightly disheveled, and the girl's delicate face was deathly pale, with alarmingly dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn't closed her eyes for a long time.

He admires Orihime.

She stood alone outside the dormitory of Poetry and Wine, like a ghost.

"...Orihime?"

Poetry and wine made her throat dry, and she instinctively wanted to back away.

The moment she heard her voice, Orihime's shoulders trembled.

The next second, without any warning.

"Clap."

I admired the sound of a book that Orihime had just been holding falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind swept over.

"boom!"

The suitcase was violently knocked to the ground.

Before Poetry and Wine could even make a move, they were violently slammed back into the room by a forceful shove, their backs slamming heavily against the cold wall.

"Well--!"

Poetry and Wine let out a muffled groan.

Ai Mu held her tightly, her hands gripping Shi and Jiu's back. She buried her face in the crook of Shi and Jiu's neck, her rapid, trembling breaths warm against Shi and Jiu's skin.

"You're still here...you're really still here..."

The brown-haired girl's hoarse sobs came from the hollow of her neck.

"Orihime, you put it down first..."

Poetry and Wine hurriedly raised their hands, trying to push away the person in front of them.

"Why...why did you push me up there..."

Ai Mu, looking up, interrupted the conversation about poetry and wine.

Her purple eyes were now brimming with large tears, which slid down her pale cheeks.

"Why did you leave me..."

She questioned him in despair, her heart-wrenching voice echoing throughout the room.

"Do you know how much I miss you... I..."

At this moment, his feelings of love for Orihime completely overwhelmed him.

She's had enough.

He was fed up with endless loss, fed up with bearing the sin of taking another's life again, and even more fed up with the black-haired girl in front of him.

It's not that easy to just walk away after deceiving yourself about your feelings.

"I won't let you go... I will never let you leave me alone again..."

Ai Mu stared intently at Shi and Jiu's still shocked and bewildered face, her purple eyes filled with resentment and joy.

She reached out and cupped Poetry and Wine's cheeks in her hands.

Amidst the astonished gazes of Poetry and Wine, the adoring Orihime tiptoed, closed her eyes, and kissed her forcefully.

"—?!"

Poetry and Wine's pupils suddenly dilated, their hands frozen in mid-air.

A soft yet trembling touch came from my lips.

'...'

His kisses to Orihime were haphazard and chaotic; in his haste, he even bumped into Shi and Sake's teeth.

Salty tears streamed down their cheeks, mingling between their tightly pressed lips, carrying a bitter taste.

She clutched tightly at the front of Shi Yujiu's clothes, as if afraid that he would disappear again.

"Waaah..."

A few sobs escaped Orihime's throat as she greedily absorbed the warmth and essence of poetry and wine, pressing her body even closer to the other's.

The wind blowing in the corridor stirred the half-closed door.

The suitcase lay on the ground, its wheels still turning extremely slowly.

In this small, dimly lit room, poetry and wine were pressed firmly against the walls...

She slowly lowered her stiff arms, giving up all resistance.

So the black-haired girl closed her eyes, letting the other person embrace her with love.

Interlude: Chapter 384 Are you also going to treat Haji wine as a toy? (Long Chapter)

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a long few minutes, or just a few tens of seconds.

Perhaps she was tired, for the obsessive demands of Orihime finally showed signs of abating. Her movements gradually slowed, and her hands, which had been tightly gripping the hem of the poem and wine robe, lost their strength and clenched limply.

She tilted her head slightly, parted her lips, and her eyes still held a shimmering, almost tearful light.

"Haa...ha..."