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

I fastened my seatbelt, adjusted the angle of the headrest, and prepared to fall asleep as quickly as possible.

A flight that lasts nine hours.

laugh……

She planned to spend all of this time sleeping.

Unfortunately, the plan was forced to fail within the next thirty seconds.

"Mmm~ This seat is right! This is it! Oh, I'm so lucky!"

A Japanese voice with a thick French accent reached the ears of Poetry and Wine.

Poetry and wine slowly opened their eyes.

A young girl was standing in the aisle next to her seat, looking up at the overhead compartment and frantically stuffing a large handbag that was clearly oversized into it.

The luggage compartment door was forced open, unable to be closed properly.

Her hair color is very bright.

It was a warm gold color, somewhere between oatmeal and flax, which she braided into two loose and casual braids.

Her bangs were a little messy from carrying her luggage, with a few stray hairs falling around her ears.

The other person's eyes were a clear, bright emerald green, so bright that it made one instinctively look to the past; she was currently struggling with the stubborn luggage compartment door.

The girl's horse ears and ponytail were soft and swayed in the wind.

Her clothes were simply cut and boldly colored.

The striking contrast of burgundy and warm gold creates a highly artistic garment.

'A foreign horse girl?'

Looking at the girl standing a short distance in front of him, Shi Yujiu subconsciously pondered.

"Ah—it won't close… Sir, could you help me—no, ma'am, wait, this is first class, I should call the flight attendant…"

The girl muttered to herself, seamlessly switching between French and Japanese throughout.

Poetry and Wine watched silently for a moment, then she stood up, reached out and pushed the oversized bag deep into the cargo hold, then closed the door smoothly.

"what?!"

The girl paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she turned her head sharply, her emerald green eyes meeting Shi Yujiu's expressionless face.

"Wow! Thank you so much! You're amazing! I tried to stuff this bag in three times and still couldn't get it in!"

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine sat back down in their seats expressionlessly and pulled the blanket up again.

Interval: Chapter 386 The Three Giants

It's over, I should be able to go to sleep now.

"You're sitting right next to me?!"

"……Yes."

"Great! Great!"

The girl cheered and jumped into the next seat. When she landed, the seat wobbled slightly, and a nearby flight attendant gave her a polite and restrained glance.

"I'm afraid of having no one to talk to on a long journey! Hello, hello! My name is—"

She paused for a moment, straightened her back, and announced her name in a tone full of pride, yet also so self-righteous as to be arrogant.

"We are the three giants, traveling here from France."

Although the other person's Japanese pronunciation sounded very strange, it's normal since they are a foreigner.

Poetry and Wine turned their heads and took another look at the energetic young woman.

The Big Three.

She vaguely remembered the name.

Even across the vast ocean, this name that suddenly appeared on the French racing circuit was once mentioned solemnly as a distant legend in the after-dinner conversations of trainers and horse girls at the Teresen Academy in Japan.

Of course, if someone is just a flash in the pan in a single year, they will at most become a topic of conversation over tea or a case study in the classroom.

But the other party is different.

The three giants are geniuses among geniuses.

One of the conquerors of the Arc de Triomphe.

On that grand stage, which the French consider the central axis of the entire world of horse racing, her name was etched into the very top of history.

She holds the highest score in the history of mares in the world's best racehorse girl ratings. Spanning generations, no one has been able to shake her position in the slightest.

In other words, in a sense, the blonde girl sitting next to her, leaning her entire upper body towards her...

She is the genuine strongest female mare in history.

A strange sense of incongruity arises from the combination of poetry and wine.

She frowned slightly, without making a sound.

Logically speaking, a person of this caliber should travel with a entourage no less grand than that of a major celebrity.

A private charter flight, or at least a large group of agents and assistants surrounding them, as if they wanted to book the entire first-class cabin.

At least it won't be like this now, where someone jumps in carrying a huge bag that's so full it's almost bursting the luggage compartment door, and the first thing they do is feel thankful that there's someone next to them to talk to.

Poetry and Wine's gaze underwent a subtle change as they looked at the blonde girl with emerald green eyes before them with disbelief.

It's rare to find two people with the same name in Uma Musume, and judging from the other person's overflowing confidence, this person is definitely not the type who likes to impersonate others to attract attention.

So, this is the truth?

"You know me?"

The three masters keenly noticed the change in the expressions in Shi and Jiu's eyes.

She narrowed her emerald green eyes, and a smug smile curved her lips.

"Of course I know them!"

Without hesitation, she raised her chin and spoke confidently in French.

"The names of the three giants should be known throughout the world!"

"I don't understand French..."

"You should like me."

"Are all French people like this...?"

"Okay, I guess I'm being too romantic. I mean you should get to know me."

"...I've heard a little about it."

Poetry and Wine withdrew their gaze, expressionless, and leaned their heads back against the chair.

"Eh—!"

The three giants were stunned for a moment, then threw their heads back and burst into laughter, completely unfazed by the cold response from Poetry and Wine.

She laughed even more heartily, her two golden braids swaying with her movements.

"So what's your name? Are you a Japanese horse girl? You look pretty strong!"

"Poetry and wine."

"Poetry and wine!"

The three leaders pronounced it with heavy French accents, and she mispronounced the tones even though she pronounced it perfectly.

"Wait a minute... Poetry and wine?! That was the Japanese derby last month—"

"Ah."

"Wow……"

The three giants looked at the poetry and wine with solemn respect, then leaned their entire upper bodies in without any sense of boundaries.

"Are you alright now?! I was so scared when I saw the news online! They said you collapsed and were rushed to the hospital after the competition! Are you fully recovered now? No lasting brain damage, right? Your leg is okay, right? -- Wait a minute, are you flying first class because your leg is injured?! Can I help you with your luggage? Or—"

"I am fine."

Poetry and Wine rubbed his temples, cutting off the barrage of questions from the other party.

She leaned closer to the window, covering her face with a newspaper before the emerald green gaze drew dangerously close.

"My leg is fine. Thank you for your concern."

"Really?! That's wonderful!!"

The three leaders clapped their hands, sat up straight again without a care, and moved on to the next topic.

"So you're going to England alone? Without an agent? Or is your trainer in which cabin?"

"one person."

Wow! All alone!

The eyes of the three leaders shone as if they had witnessed a spectacle.

"Don't you speak English?"

"...I know a little."

"Knowing a little is good enough? Can you communicate normally with the locals? The British accent is completely different from what you hear in textbooks; even I often can't understand them. You—"

"Enough."

The three giants stared at Poetry and Wine's somewhat impatient faces, remained silent for a while, and then burst into laughter again.

"Okay, okay, that's enough!"

She waved her hand, completely unconcerned about being shut down one by one.

"So what are you going to England for? A competition? Or an exchange visit?"

Poetry and Wine leaned back in his chair, looking at the bright sky outside the airplane window, and spoke softly.

"Some things."

"What is it?"

"Private matter."

"Oh—it's a personal matter!"

The three leaders deliberately dragged out the last syllable, crossed their arms, tilted their heads to examine the poem and the wine, and a knowing glint flashed in their emerald green eyes.

"Is it the kind of private matter that requires someone to leave Japan to figure things out?"

Poetry and wine aside, I glanced at the three giants for once, which was quite unusual.

"……clever."

"Of course! I knew you ran away from home!"

The three leaders, devoid of any modesty, nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“We French are most sensitive to this kind of thing.”

"I……"

Poetry and wine rarely give rise to the urge to curse.

The sound of the plane's engines gradually increased, and the reminder lights to fasten your seatbelts lit up in the cabin.

The flight attendant's gentle voice came over the loudspeaker. The three men casually fastened their seatbelts, but showed no sign of stopping their chatter.

"how about you?"

Poetry and wine asked casually.

What are you going to England for?

"Me—"