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

"President Rudolf...what kind of person do you think he is?"

Fiery Steed pulled the lollipop out of its mouth and blinked innocently.

"...A very impressive student council president? Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"nothing."

Diamond Treasure lay back down on the bed, pulling the blanket up to below her eyes, her light green eyes sparkling.

"Just asking."

Flaming Steed glanced at the seconds with a slight confusion, threw away the lollipop it had finished eating, and shrugged.

"Going to sleep now, Miracle-chan, goodnight."

"Good night."

The dormitory fell silent again.

Diamond Treasure stared at the dark ceiling above the bed, without closing her eyes.

In his mind, Rudolf's usually composed face gradually turned sinister.

"Haha, I am the Dark Emperor of Cold Jokes who rules Treson Academy!"

"All horse girls are under central control!"

I need to message Xiaojiu tomorrow.

Diamond Treasure continued to ponder.

'If she replies, then I'm just overthinking it.'

'If she doesn't reply...'

Lingzuan Qibao pulled the blanket up a bit and buried half her face in it.

"President, just wait until we both go down in flames!"

The summer night breeze gently rustled the green leaves outside the dormitory building, and the silver-haired girl, her face full of sorrow, drifted into a deep sleep.

……

A blonde woman named Cheng: What about me?

……

The morning in London was too gloomy.

Poetry and wine awaken earlier than the three giants.

She lay on the overly soft bed for a while, and after confirming that she was awake, she threw off the covers, took out the only change of clothes from her backpack, put them on, went to the bathroom to wash her face, sat back on the bed, and turned on her phone.

Several new messages appeared in the notification bar.

Poetry and wine were entangled for a while.

"Since we're already abroad, it shouldn't matter if we check the news or something, right?"

【Diamond Treasure】: Are you alright?

There was only one message, sent at 2:17 AM.

Poetry and Wine stared at the message for a while, replied with "Hmm, not bad," then locked the screen and put the phone back in his pocket.

The living room was still quiet; the artificial flame in the fireplace had gone out, and the leaden sky outside the French windows made the room seem much emptier.

Poetry and Wine waited on the sofa in the living room for about twenty minutes before the door to the three leaders' bedroom finally opened.

"morning--"

The three leaders pushed open the door, their hair in messy braids, looking like they hadn't woken up yet.

She was wearing a large jacket with a little bee print and holding a cup of hot water from the room service machine. She vaguely saw that Poetry and Wine were already sitting on the sofa and paused for a second.

"You're up so early?"

"You got up so late."

"When I was in France, I never got up before 10 a.m.

The three giants defended themselves without any shame. She sat down at the other end of the sofa, placed the hot water on the coffee table, rubbed her face with her hands, and gradually regained her senses.

"I'll go get my luggage sorted out today. I know there's a department store nearby with a wide selection, just a 15-minute walk away."

"it is good."

"Then I'll take you to a really good restaurant for lunch."

The three giants gestured.

"The food in London is generally not good, but this place is run by Italians, I guarantee you'll be satisfied—"

"Row."

The three leaders glanced at her and couldn't help but curl the corners of their mouths into smiles.

"Do you always give such short replies?"

"Enough is enough."

"The same answer I gave in English yesterday."

The department store the three giants mentioned was indeed not far from the hotel; it was only a ten-minute walk away.

Pushing open the revolving door, the warmth inside made Poetry and Wine feel much more comfortable.

The three leaders led the way, heading straight for the household goods section. Along the way, she casually slipped something that Poetry and Wine hadn't had time to examine closely into her hand.

"Let's drink this first; you need hot coffee to get through the mornings in England."

It was a cup of coffee I bought from a coffee stall next to the mall entrance. The paper cup was covered with a heat-resistant paper saucer, and steam was rising from the opening in the lid.

Poetry and Wine glanced down, said nothing, and took a sip from the paper cup.

It's coffee with milk; it has a strong milky flavor and isn't very bitter.

Surprisingly... it's not bad.

"I knew you wouldn't like a proper cup of coffee."

The three leaders shrugged and said with some smugness.

The luggage was purchased quickly.

I don't have any particular preference for poetry or wine, so I picked a suitcase in the same color as the one I was tricked out of yesterday.

They spent more time in the clothing section, with the three giants showing far more enthusiasm for this area than when purchasing suitcases.

She kept picking up various styles of clothes and comparing them with Poetry and Wine, but Poetry and Wine rejected almost all of them. In the end, they could only reach a selection result that was barely acceptable to both parties through equal negotiation.

When it came time to pay, the three giants reached for their cards, but Poetry and Wine stopped them.

"I'll do it myself."

"Hey, my treat—"

"Need not."

Poetry and Wine placed the card on the card reader and watched expressionlessly as the three giants withdrew their outstretched hands.

"There's no need to be so serious."

The three leaders chuckled awkwardly.

After leaving the mall, the two stood on the stone steps at the entrance and reorganized their bags.

The sky was a little brighter than in the morning, and the gray clouds showed signs of loosening.

The three men took out their phones, glanced at the time, and casually scanned the notification bar.

Upon seeing the message, she slowed her pace.

It's a message from Manya, sent twenty minutes ago.

【Mania】: The Big Three.

[Mania]: I showed the photos to my senior.

[Mania]: She said... Bring that person here.

The three giants stopped on the stone steps.

Poetry and Wine took a few steps, then realized she wasn't following, so they turned around.

"what happened?"

"It's alright, it's alright."

The three quickly turned off their phone screens, looked up again, and revealed joyful smiles.

"I'm checking the time, it's almost noon, shall we go eat?"

"Ah."

The three men put their phones back in their pockets and followed the footsteps of poetry and wine.

Interlude: Chapter 395 I am one of the three giants

The three leaders' minds were racing.

If the senior asked me to take it with me…

Mania showed her the photos and then specifically asked to see her.

This senior is gentle on the surface, but he is actually stubborn and has a strong sense of self-respect. Most of the time, he will not mention wanting to see a certain person.

The last time she said she wanted to see someone was three years ago...

The three leaders glanced at Poetry and Wine, who were walking ahead.

With a new suitcase dangling beside him, his black hair, streaked with white highlights, didn't have much shine in the gloomy London sunlight, but it looked surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

The back view does look... somewhat similar.

How should I tell her?

Saying, "I have a senior colleague who is recovering from an injury in France. She saw your photo and specifically asked to see you. Let's go to France now."

The three leaders thought about it for a moment.

There's a high probability that they'll be directly rejected by poetry and wine.

She put both hands into her coat pockets and thought for a long time.

Then, the blonde girl's emerald green eyes curved slightly.

Have it.

The Italian restaurant the three giants mentioned was located on a quiet side street, with a sign made of a handwritten blackboard displaying the day's menu in white chalk.

Pushing open the door, you'll find a small space with only seven or eight tables, a few watercolor paintings hanging on the wall, and the air filled with the aroma of butter.

The two sat down by the window, and the three of them handed the menu to Poetry and Wine. They then began to order, chattering in French with the waiter and occasionally turning to Poetry and Wine to confirm their preferences.

The food was served quickly.

Poetry and Wine glanced down at the grilled fish and vegetables in front of him, cut a piece, and put it in his mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

The three leaders rested their chins on their hands, staring intently at her.

"good."

"'good'!"

The three leaders sighed resentfully.

"Couldn't you give me a better review? I specifically brought you to this restaurant—"

"It's delicious."

"This one is even worse."

Poetry and Wine ignored her and continued eating with their heads down.