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

Poetry and Wine couldn't help but glance at her.

"it is good."

She didn't know why she agreed so quickly; she just couldn't help but agree the moment she met the other person's gray eyes.

Lifar lowered his head again to drink his soup, his expression calm, as if he had expected this answer.

Yongwu subtly nudged the arm of one of the three giants and raised an eyebrow.

The three leaders glanced at her and patted her on the shoulder, somewhat speechless.

Halfway through the meal, Rifar said she needed to rest for a while. Manya got up and pushed her wheelchair to the suite, and Yongwu followed her out, saying she needed some fresh air, and closed the door to the private room behind her.

Only the three giants and Poetry and Wine remained in the private room.

In the corridor, Yongwu slowed down, falling half a step behind Manya.

She didn't speak, but her gaze drifted subtly towards the door of the private room before returning to it.

It wasn't until Manya escorted Lifar into the suite, gently closed the door, and stood back down in the corridor that Yongwu spoke with a touch of melancholy.

"I knew it! Senior isn't the type to suddenly get married."

"You didn't say that at the time."

Manya offered a gentle reminder.

"I only thought about it for a moment."

Yongwu put her hands in her coat pockets, looked down at her toes, and didn't say anything more.

The corridor was quiet for a moment, and the lavender fields of the estate outside the window swayed gently in the breeze.

Manya turned her head and glanced at Yongwu without making a sound.

"Does she know about the three giants?"

Yongwu suddenly asked softly.

"She probably guessed it."

"Mania said."

"But she won't ask."

"why?"

Mania did not answer immediately, but turned and walked towards the private room.

Yongwu followed, and footsteps echoed one after the other in the corridor.

Mania stopped at the door of the private room and placed her hand on the doorknob.

"There are some things that are useless to know, so it's easier to choose not to ask."

"..."

Yongwu didn't reply, but just chuckled.

"Who are you kidding? That guy wants Rifar more than anyone else."

Manya pushed open the door.

"crunch-"

The doorknob's tail got caught.

"……hiss."

Manya paused for a moment, turned to the side, and quietly pulled her silver-gray tail, which had been caught in the crack of the door, out of the crack. After checking that it was unharmed, she pushed the door open again and went inside.

Yongwu stood at the door, glanced down at the other's tail, raised her head, pursed her lips into a thin line, and endured it with great difficulty.

"Mania."

"What."

Do I have a chance?

"How could that be?"

Manya stopped by the chair and looked at Yongwu with some impatience.

"You're a stallion."

"The senior is a stallion, while the Three Giants and Poetry and Wine are mares. Their chances are both higher than yours, right?"

Yongwu leaned against the door frame and remained silent for two seconds.

"..."

I'm talking about poetry and wine.

She felt something strange awakening within her.

"Even if there's no possibility between me and my senior, there's always a possibility with that little pony girl, right?"

Manya's face darkened after Yongwu finished speaking, and she glared at him fiercely.

"If you say that again, I'm going to find Little Zof and Rigandonna to tie you up and throw you into the Rhine."

"I am the strongest in the world, and who else has the right to say that?"

"Rigantona is still a possibility, but let's forget about Zoff, that kid who hasn't even competed yet."

Yongwu looked somewhat disdainful as she reached out and touched the ends of her hair.

Manya did not answer that question. She sat back down in her chair and picked up the tea she hadn't finished drinking.

Yongwu stood at the door for a moment, then turned her gaze towards the depths of the private room—

By the window, Shi and Jiu were holding teacups, while the three giants sat opposite her, slowly twirling their wine glasses with their fingers, their gazes fixed on the table, lost in thought.

Yongwu stared at Shiyujiu's profile for a long time without being able to stop herself from looking at him.

What a beautiful face...

Similar to Rifar, but not Rifar.

The same brow bone, the same eye socket depth, the same lip lines, but those beautiful, deep black pupils held emotions completely different from those of Lifar.

Yongwu put her hands in her pockets, looked away, and lowered her eyes.

'...'

She entered the private room, sat down in her chair, picked up her knife and fork again, and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if it were a seamless transition.

"What are you two doing sitting here? Aren't you going to chat?"

Gaps: Chapter 398 European Nobles

Inside the private room.

Poetry and Wine, holding a cup of hot tea after the meal, leaned back in their chairs without saying a word.

The three giants sat opposite each other, slowly swirling their wine glasses with their fingers, their emerald green eyes darting back and forth, their gaze occasionally falling on the table, seemingly looking at something.

After a while, she cautiously raised her head and glanced in the direction of poetry and wine.

Poetry and Wine immediately looked back warily.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

The three men looked away, put down their glasses, and ran their fingertips along the rims.

Her lazy demeanor was just like that of a big golden cat.

"Just wanted to see you."

Why are you looking at me?

"Because it looks good."

Poetry and Wine looked at her speechlessly.

This time, the three leaders neither immediately looked away nor offered a lighthearted explanation.

Poetry and Wine frowned and put down their teacups.

"The Big Three".

"Ok?"

"what's on your mind."

The three giants blinked, looking completely innocent.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, shifting her gaze from Shi Yujiu's face back to her wine glass.

"I'm thinking about where to take you tomorrow."

"..."

The three women picked up their glasses again, lowered their heads, their knuckles pressing on the rim of the glass, half of their faces hidden in shadow, making it difficult to see their expressions.

Outside the window, the lavender fields were bathed in the golden-purple light of the setting sun, spreading out in patches.

……

Poetry and wine eventually settled in this estate located on the outskirts of Calais.

The room assigned to her was on the second floor of the west wing of the main building.

The room wasn't particularly luxurious; Lifar said she didn't want Poetry and Wine to feel uncomfortable, so she arranged everything according to their preferences.

How did Rifar know about his preferences in poetry and wine?

How long has she been spending her time with poetry and wine...?

In the following days, Poetry and Wine enjoyed a rare period of leisure.

Because she doesn't like being with other people, she usually has her meals delivered to her room, and then she wanders around the manor, drinks tea, and reads books.

No need for training or worrying about life's affairs; Lifar has basically taken care of everything for poetry and wine.

It's definitely better to have parents around than to be alone.

Sometimes, the three giants would mysteriously appear beside Poetry and Wine, rubbing their braids while gazing at her from afar with their emerald green eyes.

Why do you keep staring at me?

"Because you look a lot like Lifar."

"..."

Besides the three giants who already knew Poetry and Wine, what surprised Poetry and Wine was that the other two horse girls were also very friendly to her.

Yongwu is usually carefree and wants to do a lot of things with Shiyujiu, but Shiyujiu always refuses.

In fact, if I hadn't seen the other person's trophy with my own eyes, I would have found it hard to believe that the other person was the strongest in Europe.

"So, are you captivated by me?"

"Logically speaking, shouldn't historical figures like you be busy running around in URA in Europe?"

"That's how it should be, logically speaking."

"But that's a useless way of thinking."

Looking at the mysterious red-haired horse girl who appeared in front of him with a rose in her mouth and sunglasses on her face, Poetry and Wine rubbed their temples with a headache.

……

Lifar spent most of her time sitting on the porch of the main house, calmly observing everyone with her beautiful grey eyes.

This tranquility lasted until a clear morning.

Lifar wanted to take a group photo.

For this shoot, a seasoned photographer specially invited from another country set up his equipment early on in the sunniest courtyard of the manor.

According to Lifar, she wanted to take a photo of some of her closest people.

"So you guys haven't filmed this before?"