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

Poetry and Wine asked with some curiosity.

"Of course we've already taken one, but with you in the picture, I want to take another one."

Lifar gently touched Poetry and Wine's forehead.

"I'm not a child anymore."

Feeling the warmth on her forehead, the girl said with a hint of helplessness.

"To me, you're still...oh."

The woman who resembled Poetry and Wine smiled and mischievously slid her hand all the way to Poetry and Wine's ear.

"Well…"

Poetry and wine couldn't help but utter a sound.

"Go change your clothes first, I've already bought them for you."

"But I'm running out of money..."

"Why would I let you spend money? You're already the little princess of this manor."

Changing into formal attire is a minor ordeal for poetry and wine.

When she came out of the fitting room, her originally messy black hair had been carefully tied up, and she was wearing a minimalist dark ink-colored silk satin dress.

The skirt cascaded down the girl's slender figure, perfectly showcasing her elegant demeanor.

When everyone was all dressed up and gathered together, even the photographer, who was used to seeing celebrities, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Lifar, dressed in a well-tailored white suit, sat serenely in a chair in the center of the courtyard.

Poetry and Wine, dressed in a dark ink-colored silk dress, stood to the right of the Lifal chair, her expression somewhat awkward.

The three leaders changed into more modern dresses today, standing casually behind Poetry and Wine with their hands at their sides.

In the brief moment the photographer adjusted the lens, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards the profile of Poetry and Wine.

On the other side of the chair, Mania, dressed in a dark blue classic dress, stood with her hands folded in front of her, exuding a composed demeanor.

Standing at the very edge, Yongwu was dressed in a gorgeous suit and tuxedo, leaning against the chair with her arms crossed.

Yongwu's amber eyes darted between Lifar and poetry and wine, only settling down when the photographer said to get ready.

"Three, two, one—"

The photographer's voice rang out.

Click.

The figures of the five people, along with the boundless sea of ​​purple flowers in the background, were captured on a photograph.

After the filming ended, everyone went to change clothes, but Rifar called out to Poetry and Wine.

"Come with me for a moment."

Manya pushed the wheelchair and led Lifar back to her private study, then quietly withdrew, closing the door behind her.

The study was draped with thin gauze curtains, casting a soft light.

The walls are covered with photos of Lifar winning championships in major European tournaments when she was young. In the photos, she has a passionate look in her eyes and is full of vigor, which is completely different from her current frail appearance in a wheelchair.

Lifar pulled a thick document with a sealing wax stamp from a folder on the table and handed it to Poetry and Wine.

"Take a look at this."

Poetry and Wine took the book with some doubt, and when she opened the first page, the dense French text and legal terminology made her frown slightly.

But soon, she saw her name in the heading and key clauses of the document.

"This is?"

Poetry and Wine raised their heads, a hint of confusion flashing in their eyes.

“I’ve had my lawyer handle your immigration status these past few days.”

Gaps: Chapter 399 Origin

The study was dimly lit.

Lifar leaned back in her wheelchair, her fingertips gently stroking the armrests, and looked calmly at the girl standing in front of the desk.

"Your legal ownership and guardianship have now been transferred to my name."

Poetry and wine were stunned.

She looked down at the thick document on the table, its pages crammed with dense French letters. She didn't speak French, and after racking her brains for a long time, she could only make out a few English words interspersed among the text.

She never expected it to be something like this.

"What do you mean?"

"That means, from a legal perspective, you are now a member of my family."

Lifar looked at her, his eyes still gentle.

"Now that the issue of identity has been completely resolved, let's stay."

She rummaged through the table, pulled out an elegant letter of introduction bearing the logo of the European Tressen Academy from a folder, and gently pushed it in front of Poetry and Wine.

"Transfer your student status to Europe. The grass here is softer, which is more suitable for your leg type, and the competition system is more mature."

Lifar gazed tenderly at the poetry and wine.

"I've brought you the best medical and physiotherapy team I can get. From now on, no one will let you compete with an injury."

A moment of silence.

Poetry and Wine slowly lowered their heads and stared at the letter of introduction for a while.

She quietly clenched her hands into fists at her sides.

Anger surged up from within him again, but then abruptly subsided.

She no longer wanted to deal with every difficult situation by giving up on herself.

"impossible."

Poetry and wine refused without hesitation.

“I can’t transfer to a school in Europe. I can’t completely give up all my relationships and start over.”

Seeing her resistance, Rifar did not get angry; she simply sighed softly.

"If you don't want to transfer schools, that's fine. But if you insist on going back to Japan, I won't stop you."

She paused for a moment, then changed the subject.

"But as a compromise, your trainer must be replaced."

Poetry and wine suddenly rise to the forefront.

“I will immediately send the team here to Japan to take over your daily training and match schedule planning.”

Lifar completely ignored the girl's increasingly dangerous gaze and continued speaking to himself.

"Not only that, next year's schedule must focus on Europe. The Arc de Triomphe, or the King's Trophy... I will use all resources to pave the way for you. But before that, your original training team must be completely removed."

"Why?"

The sounds of poetry and wine faded away completely.

"You fell at the finish line of the Japanese derby."

Lifar turned his head and looked at her with a serious expression.

"He can't help you at all, poetry and wine."

She spoke in a gentle tone.

"Shouldn't you be aware of your own personality?"

Poetry and wine remained silent, and the study fell quiet.

Lifar is right.

She knew herself better than anyone.

Arrogant, stubborn, often with irrational ideas, and sometimes even indifferent to his own life.

Minamisaka is a gentle person, and the members of the Old Man Star team are all too gentle.

In any case, it was I who caused them more trouble.

This is a fact.

Poetry and wine dig their fingernails into their palms, and their emotions begin to spiral out of control.

"But……"

"Amour ne dure qu'un moment, chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie."

Lifar spoke softly, interrupting her before she could finish her sentence.

While the girl was still in a daze, Rifar, who had been sitting upright in his wheelchair, slowly stood up.

Her legs were weak and she trembled slightly when she stood up. Then, Lifar steadied herself by holding onto the edge of the table, and then walked step by step toward Poetry and Wine.

Poetry and wine did not retreat. Lifar walked up to her, reached out, and tenderly stroked her cheek.

"What difference is there between you and me?"

"Everyone eventually loses something, including the gems I cherish."

Lifar moved his hand from her cheek to the top of her head, gently stroking her dark hair, and continued speaking.

"To be honest, those people in Japan... are not good enough for you."

Poetry and Wine's eyelids twitched, but they didn't speak.

"Whether it's Yongwu or the three giants, they are beings that ordinary horse girls could never reach in their entire lives. Compared to those who have always been ambiguous with you, I would rather have them by your side."

Lifar's hand paused gently on the top of her head for a moment, then carefully touched a silver hair ornament she wore.

“I don’t know how I could say I could make you change your mind, but I will always be here for you.”

The two people in the study remained silent for a long time.

Poetry and Wine gently raised their hands and removed Rifar's hand from the top of their heads.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Lifar did not insist that she stay. She quietly sat back in her wheelchair, and a gentle and peaceful expression returned to her face.

"Go back and rest."

Poetry and Wine stood there for a while without saying anything.

She turned around, quietly opened the study door a crack, slipped out through the crack, and closed the door again.

A figure happened to pass by the doorway in the corridor.

"Oh ho!"

Yongwu was wandering aimlessly with a blade of grass in her mouth when she looked up and bumped into Shiyujiu coming out of the study. She instinctively waved to him.

"Do you need any help?"

Poetry and Wine did not answer, nor did they raise their heads; they simply walked straight past her.

Yongwu paused for a moment, watching the black-haired girl's figure slowly disappear around the corner along the corridor. Then, she poked her head into the study with some confusion and nodded at Rifar inside.

"what happened?"

“It’s nothing,” Rifar shook his head, his tone calm. “Let her be alone for a while.”

The gray-haired woman also lowered her head in disappointment.

"I said some hurtful things to her."

Upon hearing this, Yongwu swallowed the teasing that was on the tip of her tongue. She nodded, stepped out of the room, and quietly closed the study door behind her.

The corridor fell silent again.

In the study, Lifar sat alone in his wheelchair, tilting his head slightly and staring blankly at the photos on the wall.