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

The three giants rested their chins on their hands and pondered for a moment.

Gaps: Chapter 387 - Good Luck

"Britain is just a stop along the way. My final destination is France."

"France?"

"Ah."

The three giants dropped their earlier enthusiasm.

"I have a senior."

She fiddled with her two golden braids with both hands, her eyes wandering somewhat.

"Yes, I was recuperating in France and have just recovered."

"It's been a long time. I want to go see her."

"Senior?"

Poetry and wine silently turned their heads and looked out the porthole.

The plane was slowly taxiing away from the tarmac and onto the runway. The distant city skyline was shrouded in a thin morning mist, gradually shrinking and becoming blurred.

"Why are you rushing over there?"

Poetry and wine speak in hushed tones.

"She must be very happy to have a junior like you."

The three giants paused for a moment, then smiled.

"more or less."

She smiled and scratched her head sheepishly.

"But she's the type of person who won't complain of pain even if she's injured."

The plane's wheels roared as it accelerated, and the scenery on both sides of the runway transformed into flowing blocks of color.

The feeling of weightlessness was intense at the moment of takeoff.

Poetry and Wine gaze out the window as the scenery below begins to disappear into the ever-thickening clouds.

"The kind of person who causes you a lot of worry..."

She murmured something under her breath, without any context.

The three leaders turned their heads and glanced at her.

"Yes, that's the type that makes you worry."

She cheerfully took over, casually pulled a magazine from the magazine bag in front of her seat, and flipped to the special section on European horse girls.

However—

She slapped the magazine on her lap and said the last half of the sentence in an extremely confident tone.

"It's precisely because I care about her that it's worth flying halfway around the world to see her."

Outside the porthole, the clouds completely engulfed the world.

The plane pierced through the last thin layer of morning mist and soared into the clear blue sky.

after a while.

Outside the porthole was an endless sea of ​​clouds, white and vast, as if all the cotton in the world had been piled up in the sky.

I don't know when it started, but the cabin lights were dimmed and the air conditioner was making a white noise.

The voices of the three giants still drifted intermittently to Poetry and Wine's ears. She was talking about old stories from the French stadiums, then the weather in England, and then the topic turned to some kind of dessert that Poetry and Wine had absolutely no interest in...

The eyes of poetry and wine gradually lost focus.

"Ding-ding...dong-dong..."

The voices of the three giants became indistinct.

The exhaustion accumulated from a sleepless night slowly pulled Shi Yujiu into the depths of darkness.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

My head, following the curve of the chair back, unconsciously turned towards the window.

"...Huh? Poetry and wine? Hey, why are you asleep?"

Then, all the sounds disappeared.

The girl is enjoying a delicious sleep...

I don't know how long I slept.

Poetry and wine were pulled back to my senses by the short, sharp cries of a baby in the cabin.

"Well…"

The sounds of rustling and whispering conversation.

Is the plane still flying?

She moved groggily, then realized something was wrong.

Something was added to her.

Poetry and wine slowly opened their eyes and looked down.

A neatly folded light gray blanket covered her abdomen and extended to her knees. The edges were carefully trimmed and gently tucked into the gap between the armrest and her side to prevent it from slipping off.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, then looked up and turned to the person next to her.

The three leaders were completely unaware that she had woken up.

The blonde girl, who had been talking non-stop the whole way, was unusually quiet and mysterious at this moment, sitting in her seat with a rather serious posture.

A thin laptop was lying across her lap, her face close to the screen, her brows slightly furrowed, and her emerald green eyes fixed intently on it.

Her fingers moved rapidly across the touchpad, occasionally tapping a few keys quickly, her movements fluid and graceful, displaying a commanding presence.

"...Thanks."

Poetry and wine speak out.

"Hmm, I'm awake—oh wait, wait, wait!"

The three women instinctively responded first, then their attention was drawn back to the screen. She quickly tapped a few times with her right hand before her tense shoulders finally relaxed, and she let out a long breath.

"That was close..."

She muttered a French phrase, then contentedly shifted her gaze from the screen to poetry and wine, a relaxed smile on her face.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine glanced down at the blanket covering them and awkwardly tugged at the corner.

"Did you cover yourself with the blanket?"

"Yup!"

The three leaders nodded naturally.

"After you fell asleep, the air conditioner cooled down, and you just leaned against the window without moving. I was afraid you would get cold."

She paused, then tilted her head.

"Don't you Easterners cover yourselves with blankets when you sleep?"

"……no."

"That's good."

Poetry and Wine silently rearranged the blanket, their gazes unconsciously falling on the computer screen still lit up on the laps of the three giants.

The screen displays a top-down map, with several civilization factions of different colors occupying their respective areas. Resource bars, troop bars, and a dense array of unit icons fill the interface.

On the minimap in the lower right corner, several areas are flashing warnings of combat.

"Age of Empires...2...4?"

"oh--!"

The three women's eyes lit up suddenly, and they instantly came to life. Her movements were so exaggerated that she almost pulled the computer off her lap.

"You know about the Age of Empires?!"

"I've played a little bit."

Poetry and Wine glanced at the screen and said calmly.

"But your farmers are idle."

"Huh?! No, no—"

The three giants swiftly brought the computer back into view, frantically searched the screen, then let out a frustrated exclamation in French before quickly opening the task queue.

"It's all your fault for distracting me!"

"You were the one who turned around first."

“…Okay, that makes sense.”

The three giants sighed helplessly, their fingers flying across the touchpad again, but their mouths never stopped.

"Which nation do you like playing? I'm currently using the Jin Dynasty from the Yue Fei DLC, but I actually prefer the French. However, the opponent in this match is clearly a newbie, and I want to take a risk and give it a try—"

"I think it's China Unicom. I saw a lot of people using it when I was working at an internet cafe."

"Oh? You worked at an internet cafe?"

"without…"

Poetry and Wine rubbed their temples wearily, feeling like they were still half asleep and had even brought up things from their past lives.

She slightly raised her chin, gesturing to the screen.

“You don’t have enough timber now. The villagers who were logging have all been cut down by Jinma across the way.”

"Where did this Golden Horse Girl come from!"

The three leaders suddenly turned their heads, their emerald green eyes flashing red. She quickly looked back at the screen and swiftly dispatched several spearmen.

Gaps: Chapter 388 Reaching the Highest Level of the World

"You're very perceptive."

She sighed, her tone genuinely moved.

Are turn-based strategy games and real-time strategy games based on the same principles?

"It's all about resource allocation."

"Well said!"

The three leaders slapped the armrest and then lowered their voices.

She probably remembered that she was on an airplane, so she changed her voice to an excited whisper.

Nothing has changed...

"That's very well said! The Big Three have always thought the same way on the court—about the allocation of energy."

"Ah."

Although they felt that the two things the other person mentioned were completely unrelated, Poetry and Wine didn't refute anything.

She leaned back in her chair, and her eyelids began to droop again.

I didn't sleep very deeply just now, and a wave of drowsiness is washing over me again.

"...Are you going to sleep again?"

The three giants, with their keen intuition, noticed the change in the state of poetry and wine.