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

Could it be that……

It's because she suddenly fainted in front of that guy today, scaring that stout-haired horse girl half to death, even giving her psychological trauma...

So, is this considered a touching event?

Is this what they call deepening bonds?

This approach... isn't it a bit too abstract?

Just when the inner worldview of poetry and wine was being challenged.

The wickedly pale blue lettering continued to refresh, even taking on a hint of compassion.

However, while his performance today was heroic, it was also quite reckless.

But rest assured, in this dream, you possess absolute "immortality."

Even if you suffer from heatstroke for several days and nights without treatment, or your heart stops beating, as long as you haven't completed the four events...

You definitely won't die; at most... you'll just be in constant pain.

So, feel free to exploit this body! I made a bet with Bayer Turks and the others; I definitely won't let you leave easily.

After writing this last sentence, which was filled with a bloodthirsty aura.

The pale blue handwriting seemed to have completed its task, instantly turning into specks of fluorescence and disappearing completely.

The paper returned to a blank page.

Poetry and wine sat at the table, motionless for a long time.

silence.

Dead silence.

She looked at the blank sheet of paper and felt as if a stone was stuck in her throat.

No matter how I try to organize my thoughts, I cannot accurately express the extremely complex feelings I have at this moment.

Anger? Helplessness?

Or is there still an urge to drag that goddess out and beat her up?

Oh no, this actually exists.

'...Can you just exploit them without worry?'

She gave a wry smile and closed her notebook.

For someone like her, who is used to being alone and even somewhat averse to forming deep connections with others, this is a very different story.

Rather than being forced to play the role of a trainer and try to build a bond with Diamond Treasure.

It would be better to use this almost self-destructive method to elicit emotional responses from the other person...

This is even more grueling than running a 3200-meter race.

During the day, don't be fooled by her ability to fabricate lies logically and to reprimand Lingzuan Qibao with a cold face.

That actually meant she had already exhausted her social energy.

Engaging in low-intensity verbal communication with that leisurely, wiry horse is already the limit for poetry and wine.

“…Eh.”

Under the dim light, the girl with black horse ears let out a long sigh.

She turned off the lamp and dragged her heavy steps into the bathroom.

Hot water rinsed my body.

After taking a shower, she threw herself heavily onto the bed.

Pulling the blanket over his head, poetry and wine chose to temporarily escape this malicious world.

A few minutes later, her breathing became steady.

Poetry and wine have fallen asleep.

……

The next morning.

The sky was a clear, pale blue, and the air was still damp with dew.

As always, poetry and wine woke her up precisely at 5:30.

Even the poetry and wine of another world maintain self-discipline.

After a quick wash, she changed into a set of comfortable sportswear and went out for a morning run.

"breathe……"

Just as she was running halfway along the circular track in the faculty and staff dormitory area, her body began to feel slightly warm.

Suddenly, my phone in my pocket started vibrating rapidly.

Poetry and Wine paused, and she took out a black phone that was still somewhat unfamiliar to her.

I swiped my finger across the screen and opened a group chat called "Tereson Trainer Mutual Aid Association".

The glaring red dot in the upper right corner made her heart skip a beat.

Clicking in, I saw the latest messages:

[Kiryuin Aoi]: Good morning, everyone! Today is another day full of energy!

[Chitian]: Yawn... I don't want to get out of bed... Why do we have to have a meeting so early...?

[Chairman's Secretary]: @All members, have you had breakfast yet? There's still an hour and a half left, so please don't forget today's trainer meeting! Being late will result in a deduction in performance bonuses!

"...Huh? What kind of gathering?"

Poetry and wine were stunned.

She swiped her finger up the screen quickly, skipping over the boring emojis and chatter.

Finally, she found the pinned announcement she had missed in last night's records.

[Announcement: Notice Regarding This Week's School-wide Trainers' Centralized Professional Development Meeting (Attendance Mandatory)]

[Time: Tomorrow morning 9:00 - 11:50]

"..."

Ruined.

Poetry and wine made me feel like everything went black.

In other words, the entire morning was requisitioned.

There's no way she could guide the training of Diamond Treasure.

'That girl will definitely think I'm going to give her special training. If I'm late, she'll have to wait all morning...'

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The blue and white figure they were pursuing was called Miracle: Chapter 42 Ordinary People

Thinking of myself being punished by standing under the scorching sun yesterday, Poetry and Wine shuddered.

'We must inform her first.'

She immediately left the group chat, opened her contacts, and typed "Lingzuan Qibao" into the search bar.

Search results: None.

Enter "奇子".

Search results: None.

Poetry and Wine stared at the blank screen, falling into a brief silence.

'...This is troublesome.'

How come a trainer doesn't have the phone number of the horse girl she's supposed to be in her phone?

what is this?

Poetry and Wine held the brand-new flagship phone, his brow slightly furrowed.

This kind of elementary mistake is simply incomprehensible.

Just how careless was the original "Trainer Poetry and Wine"?

unless…

Unless it's a spur-of-the-moment decision made on the training field.

For example, you might be so attracted by someone's potential that you get carried away and want to train them on the spot, but you get so excited that you forget to ask for their contact information.

This is the only possibility.

and many more.

In the instant that thought flashed through my mind.

Memories deep within my brain surged forth once more.

A vivid memory appeared in the mind of Poetry and Wine.

……

One week ago.

At that time, Poetry and Wine, who had just joined the company, was just an unknown rookie trainer at Treson Academy.

Every evening at dusk, when the setting sun paints the training ground in a golden-red hue.

Poetry and wine linger like ghosts on the training field.

Then, with her notebook in hand, she searched intently for the "raw stone" that could carry her dreams.

Unfortunately, reality is cruel.

New trainers often mean a lack of resources, inexperience, and reliability.

Those exceptionally talented racehorses have long been reserved by veteran trainers, and few are willing to gamble their careers on a newcomer.

Most newly hired trainers choose to become assistants to veteran trainers.

Or slowly build up seniority in this melting pot.

But the poetry and wine of this world are inherently imbued with an almost obsessive arrogance.

She didn't want to be someone else's appendage, or to have her dreams placed on someone else.

Poetry and wine are determined to find their own responsibilities through their own eyes.

So she became a regular at the training ground.

Among the students in this year's higher education program.

The most dazzling were Ji Zhao and Narita Lu, who were in the same grade as Lingzuan Qibao.

These two female horse riders were unstoppable after their debut battles, winning several big-prize victories in a row.

He is seen as a rising star by everyone and is highly sought after by trainers.

Whenever they train, the area outside the fence is always crowded with people.

As a newly hired trainer, Poetry and Wine were naturally curious and would join in the fun.

But she doesn't just look at the glamorous leaders; her gaze often falls on other parts of the team as well.

During an extremely ordinary simulation training session, Poetry and Wine inadvertently discovered an anomaly.

Diamond Treasure.

It was a very ordinary-looking horse with goatee.

She was always a step behind when the group sparring training started.

While the other female horses had already sprinted off like catapults, she was still slowly finding her rhythm in the back.

She remained in last place until the finish line, like a background figure just there to make up the numbers.