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

"Ah."

"By the way, could you help me figure out what this means before I go to sleep?"

"Ok?"

Poetry and Wine, still half-asleep, glanced at each other's screens.

The person on the other end seemed to be of East Asian descent, and typed a bunch of Chinese in the public chat.

"You like to film your base from the Great Wall fortress so much, and then have your peasants repeatedly enter and exit to deliberately get recruited and exploit the bug. What are you going to do with your two people at home?"

"I'm done playing in the Jin Kingdom region."

At this moment, the three giants pointed at the word "district" and said with furrowed brows.

What does this character mean?

“I remember my Hong Kong friend telling me this, but I’ve forgotten.”

"I think it's called 'Ominous,' is that what you Easterners write in your fortune-telling? But why is the 'Ominous' character upside down?"

Poetry and wine were silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Ah."

"Okay, okay, you go to sleep."

The three leaders waved their hands dismissively, their attention already back on the computer screen, muttering to themselves.

"Tell me about the specific tactics of Unicom when you wake up. But why is this Ironclad Pagoda so difficult to use? Wasn't it described as the strongest warhorse girl in Asia at that time...?"

Poetry and wine did not answer. She pulled the blanket up around her and closed her eyes again.

Outside the porthole, the sea of ​​clouds stretched endlessly tens of thousands of feet in the sky, and the sun hung in a distant corner above the clouds, dyeing the entire sky into a deep blue and orange-gold ocean.

Darkness gently enveloped everything.

The faint sound of keyboards being tapped beside the poet and the wine could be heard almost inaudibly, occasionally punctuated by a low murmur or two of complaint from the three giants, who were apparently cursing something in French.

……

When Poetry and Wine awoke again, the cabin lights had already been turned back on.

"Dear passengers, this flight is about to arrive at London Heathrow Airport. It is currently 6:20 PM local time, and the ground temperature is 14 degrees Celsius. Please proceed with caution..."

The flight attendant's calm voice came through the loudspeaker.

Poetry and Wine straightened up, folded the blanket on his body and put it back on the armrest, raised his hand to rub his eyes, and pulled open the sunshade.

Outside the porthole, the clouds had retreated into the distance, and thick, leaden-gray clouds pressed down overhead. On the ground was a vast expanse of green fields, cut into countless irregular shapes by crisscrossing highways and railways, with occasional glimpses of old red-brick buildings.

Is this what Britain is like...?

Poetry and Wine brought their faces close to the porthole, looking at the unfamiliar land with some curiosity.

"You're awake!"

The voices of the three giants exploded to her right, her energy was astonishing.

How can someone be so lively after a nine-hour flight?

"We've arrived in London!"

Poetry and Wine withdrew their gaze and glanced at her.

The other person had already put away their computer and changed into a ready-to-go state. Their two flaxen-gold braids had been re-trimmed, and even the wrinkles on their clothes had been neatly tidied up.

"Not asleep?"

Poetry and wine—I asked casually.

“I slept for a while,” the three leaders waved their hands. “Low sleep is a French tradition, don’t worry about the details.”

"Yeah."

"Correct."

She spoke in a serious tone, and neither Shi nor Jiu said anything. They each fastened their seatbelts and waited for landing.

The cabin shook for a moment the plane landed.

The view outside the porthole changed from flowing to still; rows of planes were neatly parked on the tarmac, with ground support vehicles shuttling back and forth among them.

Poetry and Wine took their backpacks down from the overhead luggage compartments and walked across the covered bridge with the slowly moving flow of people.

The lobby here is also very noisy and chaotic.

Various languages ​​and faces surged around her.

The signs are entirely in English.

Poetry and Wine stood at the fork in the road, studied the signs overhead for nearly half a minute, successfully identified the directions for "Baggage Claim" and "Immigration," and strode forward.

"Hey, wait a minute—!"

The three giants, dragging her oversized bag, caught up from behind at a pace half a step faster than Poetry and Wine, slowing down beside her to walk side by side.

"Don't walk so fast. Is this your first time in the UK? Do you know where the airport exit is?"

"...Follow the signs."

"The signs sometimes lead to longer routes, so follow me."

As the three leaders spoke, they deftly turned into a passageway that appeared to be less crowded, and then gestured with their chins towards Poetry and Wine.

"This route is faster for baggage claim; I've been here many times."

After thinking it over, Shi Yujiu followed after them.

As it turns out, the Big Three were not exaggerating.

Taking this route was almost seven or eight minutes faster than the main road. There was almost no congestion in front of the baggage carousel, and Poetry and Wine's suitcase quickly appeared on the conveyor belt.

She took her suitcase off the table and stretched her stiff shoulders and neck, which had become a little stiff from sitting for so long.

The pale sunlight streamed in through the glass doors of the departure hall.

"Alright, this is the exit."

The three giants patted the side of their large bags, turned around, and with a rather natural and experienced posture, spread their arms toward poetry and wine.

"Is this your first time in England? Is someone coming to pick you up?"

"No."

"Oh? How will you get to the city center?"

"Take a taxi."

"...Did you bring any pounds?"

"I brought it."

"That's fine."

The three leaders nodded, their expressions showing some reluctance. She looked the poem and wine up and down.

"Hey~ I don't know why, but I always feel like you are a bit like my senior."

"Is that why you were so enthusiastic?"

"Haha, that's right. I'm always this enthusiastic whenever I meet a cute horse girl."

The two stopped at the exit of the departure hall.

Outside the glass doors, crowds of people waiting to pick up passengers and taxi drivers, holding signs with their names on them, crowded haphazardly on both sides of the exit.

A thin mist drifted across the leaden sky, blurring the outline of the distant terminal building.

Gaps: Chapter 389 French Women

"Okay, then let's part ways here."

The three giants readjusted their bag straps to their shoulders and flashed a hearty smile at Poetry and Wine.

"I'm going to wait for my car."

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine, pulling their suitcases, nodded.

"Bon Voyage."

"You too."

The three leaders were talking and were about to turn and leave, but after taking about two steps, they suddenly stopped.

She turned around, her emerald green eyes lit up, and after rummaging through her bag for a moment, she pulled out a business card.

The three business cards are thick cardstock with a slightly glossy, matte finish, with fine gold decorative lines printed on the edges, and a minimalist hand-drawn iris pattern on the back.

She walked back quickly and tucked the business card between the fingers of the hand holding the backpack.

“I have my contact information,” the trio said. “I have LINE and email, use whichever you prefer.”

Poetry and Wine glanced down at the business card.

It was printed with the names of the "Big Three," a string of numbers, and a line of English email addresses that she could roughly understand.

"You went to England to adjust your mindset."

The three leaders put their hands in their coat pockets and said in a nonchalant tone.

"If you ever get bored while you're working on something, you can talk to me."

"I'm not the type to actively seek out someone to confide in."

Poetry and wine speak the truth.

"I know."

The three leaders shrugged nonchalantly, a smile playing on their lips.

"But you're quite good-looking, aren't you?"

Poetry and Wine remained silent for a moment, then she tucked the business card into the breast pocket of her coat.

"understood."

"it is good!"

The three leaders clapped their hands in satisfaction, and this time they really turned and left.

She casually tossed the oversized bag over her shoulder, walked briskly through the crowd, her flaxen-gold braids bouncing in the flow of people, and soon disappeared around the corner of the waiting hall.

Poetry and wine turned around and walked out of the glass door.

A damp breeze swept over us. A thin mist hung in the air, casting a hazy glow even on the distant streetlights.

Poetry and Wine lowered their heads, picked up their suitcases, and walked towards the taxi waiting area.

The taxi waiting area is a noisy, narrow strip of land.

Taxis stopped and left one after another, with drivers either waiting lazily by the window or loudly soliciting passengers among the pedestrians.

Poetry and Wine stood at the entrance of the waiting area, dragging their suitcases. They glanced at the scene before them and felt a slight headache.

She passed the English exam, but in this real foreign environment, she had to mentally process every sentence before confirming its meaning, and this delay in translation made her somewhat uncomfortable.

Moreover, most people have an accent when speaking English, so even using a mobile phone translator, they can't translate poems and wine.

"Excuse me—!"

A strong, resonant voice came from the right.

Poetry and wine turned their heads away.

A plump middle-aged man was walking briskly toward her, his face beaming with a sincere and warm smile.

He had a neatly trimmed light brown mustache, and his clothes were clean and presentable, with a small badge pinned to the lapel of his jacket. He looked like the kind of ordinary and friendly middle-aged man you could see anywhere on the street.

He was accompanied by a girl who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old.

The girl was pretty, with brown hair tied in a simple ponytail, large and bright eyes, and a smile that made people feel relaxed.

She was wearing a brightly colored striped sweater, and she looked very well-behaved.