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

"Bring me the water."

Lingzuan Qibao quickly brought over the paper cup.

She carefully lifted the back of Poetry and Wine's neck, elevating her head slightly.

Then he brought the rim of the cup to those dry, pale lips.

"Slowly drink your wine..."

The warm, slightly salty water moistened my lips and slid down my throat.

She swallowed the poetry and wine instinctively, and the feeling of rain after a long drought slightly revived her.

The glass of water was quickly emptied.

"very good."

The doctor glanced at the time and gave instructions:

"Remember to give her another cup in fifteen to twenty minutes. Don't give her too much at once to prevent stomach cramps."

After speaking, the doctor stood up straight and put his hands in the pockets of his white coat.

Once again, he looked Shi Yujiu up and down without any hesitation, examining him lying on the hospital bed.

At this moment, poetry and wine present a morbid beauty that is not usually seen.

The well-tailored black suit jacket was now completely open.

Then, even the white shirt, soaked with sweat, had three buttons undone at the collar.

The collarbone was completely exposed to the cold air.

His originally pale and cold skin was now tinged with a breathtaking crimson as his body temperature began to return to normal.

Like rouge spreading out, it extended from her neck all the way to her chest.

A thin layer of sweat, like a coat of glossy oil, made her skin glow with a delicate and moist sheen under the light.

The soaked shirt fabric had become semi-transparent, clinging tightly to her heaving chest.

It outlines a slender yet undulating figure.

A few strands of black and white hair, damp with sweat, clung to her flushed cheeks and the corners of her mouth, trembling slightly with her rapid breathing.

Her eyes were unfocused and half-closed.

The cold mask that always kept people at arm's length was completely shattered, leaving only a disheveled appearance that allowed others to manipulate him.

It's like a high-altitude flower on a snowy plain that has been scorched by the blazing sun and has to wilt.

That sense of brokenness, tinged with a touch of decadence and stinginess.

As the doctor looked at the patient, a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.

"Tsk tsk... She's a real beauty, even when she faints she looks beautiful."

She withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the diamond-shaped treasure, who was still nervously staring at the poem and wine.

The doctor's tone became much more relaxed.

"Thankfully, it arrived just in time. If it had been half an hour later, his brain might have been fried."

"After emergency cooling treatment, all vital signs have now stabilized and there are no major problems."

Upon hearing this, Lingzuan Qibao's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Her legs went weak and she almost knelt on the ground.

Diamond Treasure patted his chest.

"Yay, that's great... Whew..."

after awhile.

After Lingzuan Qibao carefully fed her the second cup of warm, lightly salted water, the burning thirst finally subsided from the depths of her throat.

Poetry and Wine exhaled a long breath, and their pupils, which had been somewhat blurred due to the high fever, refocused.

The alarming flush gradually faded, returning to its usual slightly sickly pale color.

As his senses returned, a feeling of shame followed.

She glanced down at her disheveled appearance—

His shirt was soaked and clung to his body, with the collar wide open.

"...Tsk."

She clicked her tongue softly, then, supporting herself on the edge of the bed, struggled to sit up straight.

Her slender fingers trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably.

But she stubbornly buttoned up her shirt and suit jacket one button at a time.

He meticulously straightened his collar and cuffs, and poetry and wine helped him put on his clothes completely.

After doing all this, she leaned on the edge of the bed and shakily stood up.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she closed her eyes to steady herself.

Then he raised his wrist and glanced at the mechanical watch.

"...It's already past five o'clock."

Although his voice was still a little hoarse, it had returned to normal.

He put down his poetry and wine, and turned his head to the side.

Her deep black eyes swept indifferently over the diamond-shaped treasure standing to the side, its face full of worry and ready to rush up to help her at any moment.

"Since the time is up, let's end today's training here."

Wow.

There was no blame, and no complaints.

The tone of the poem and the wine is as if they are stating an ordinary work arrangement.

She didn't even have the strength to pick up the doctor's diagnosis.

Poetry and wine, one hand in his suit trouser pocket, used to support his slightly weak center of gravity.

"I'm exhausted, I'm going back to rest."

"But Xiao Jiu! The doctor said you need to be observed for a while..."

Lingzuan Qibao panicked and instinctively reached out to grab her.

"Besides, you haven't eaten yet, and you're so weak, how can you walk alone..."

"Need not."

Poetry and Wine sidestepped the hand of the Diamond Treasure.

"I know my body."

Leaving behind this unconvincing boastful statement, she ignored the shouts behind her.

Poetry and Wine pushed open the door to the infirmary and walked out with unsteady steps.

The afterglow of the setting sun streamed in through the corridor windows, casting an elongated silhouette of Poetry and Wine, dressed in a black suit.

Diamond Treasure stood still, maintaining the gesture of extending its hand.

She stared blankly at the door that was slowly springing back on its own.

Through the gradually narrowing crack in the door.

She watched as Shi Yujiu's weary figure gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Lingzuan Qibao felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it hard for her to breathe.

'It's all because of me.'

A profound sense of guilt, mixed with an indescribable heartache, began to fester in Lu Mao Ma Niang's heart.

I felt really bad.

After leaving the infirmary, the cool air conditioning in the corridor was replaced by the sultry heat of the evening.

P.S.: I saw those twelve comments.

correct.

I'm now starting to build up a backlog of drafts for publication.

The initial ten chapters, including the twelve comments, will make it eleven chapters.

If there are 24 comments here, I'll add another update.

Well, Christmas is coming soon. I'll see if the timeline in the book can be synchronized with reality.

The blue and white figure I'm chasing is called Miracle: Chapter 41 I'm truly convinced

Poetry and Wine, with somewhat unsteady steps, did not go straight back to the apartment.

She took a detour to the faculty and staff canteen, which was still open, and bought a still-warm bowl of vegetable and lean meat porridge from the window.

The warmth of the plastic lunchbox, transmitted through the bag to my palm, is the only solace for poetry and wine at this moment.

Back in that desolate studio apartment, she barely had the strength to even turn on the light.

Sitting at the dining table, she mechanically scooped up the porridge.

The hot porridge slid down my esophagus, making the feeling of poetry and wine a little better.

My body, which had almost stopped working due to the high temperature, has finally regained a sense of being alive.

After dinner, wash the dishes.

Poetry and wine roused me, and I sat back down at my desk.

Although her body wanted to rest, her deep-rooted self-discipline made her accustomed to reviewing the day's work before going to bed.

She turned on the desk lamp and took out the thick leather notebook from the bookshelf.

"Splash—"

The moment she opened the cover.

A strange fluctuation appeared again.

On the originally blank page, lines of blue characters emitting a faint glow slowly emerged, as if ink had been applied.

The handwriting was bold and unrestrained, revealing an undisguised joy.

Wow, that's impressive, Xiao Jiu~

[I didn't expect our first "travel incident" to be resolved so quickly!]

Poetry and Wine paused in his hand holding the pen, and his already furrowed brows furrowed even more.

Her eyes were full of confusion.

Travel incident?

When was it completed?

The blue handwriting, as if it could read minds, continued to move swiftly across the paper, engaging in a real-time dialogue with poetry and wine.

[I originally thought that, given your taciturn personality, it would take you at least several months, or even half a year of wasting time in this scenario world, before you could barely trigger one or two events.]

[I never expected that you would achieve the "touching the heart" condition on your very first day. Amazing efficiency!]

"…What does it mean?"

(What's the meaning?)

Poetry and Wine stared at those few lines of text, lost in deep thought.

She recalled the entire day's events: being stood up by Diamond Treasure, being forced to stand under the scorching sun, her outburst of anger, the training, and then...

He fainted due to heatstroke.

The final conclusion left her feeling a shocking sense of absurdity.