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

People around her ignored her.

but.

As the training ended, the crowd dispersed, and the sun was about to sink below the horizon.

That round, feathered figure was still on the track.

"Huh...huh..."

The silver-gray figure ran tirelessly.

This time, there were no crowded herds of horses, and no anxiety about starting.

After a long run, Diamond Treasure's body seemed to awaken.

Their steps became lighter and more powerful, and their speed increased.

It reached an extremely high level that even poetry and wine found astonishing.

The same thing happened for the next few days.

From basic stretching to core strength training, Lingzuan Qibao always seems unusually leisurely, a step behind others.

But once she's in a corner where no one is watching, or during extra practice time after training, she displays a touching resilience.

She's like an old diesel engine; it starts slowly, but once it's warmed up, its power is terrifyingly strong.

At that time, the poetry and wine hidden behind the tree saw through the true nature of this unpolished gem at a glance.

and…

In reality, poetry and wine cover the forehead, feeling the heart pounding like a drum in the memory of the self back then.

'Am I in this world... just a hot-blooded idiot?!'

His memories of poetry and wine were filled with fervent passion, and he harbored an almost pathological longing for the sports arena.

Since the body cannot run, then entrust your soul to others.

After confirming the potential of the Diamond Treasure, that divine poet and wine man didn't consider any social etiquette at all.

That very night, he blocked the entrance to the training ground like a psychopath.

……

"Thanks for your hard work!!!"

A powerful and enthusiastic voice boomed through the empty night.

Poetry and Wine emerged from the shadows, their eyes shining as they stared at the gray-haired girl who had just finished her extra training.

"Whoa—!?"

Just as Lingzuan Qibao was about to return to her dormitory, she was so startled that she jumped up, her silver horse ears standing straight up.

They were so frightened that they screamed.

She patted her chest, still shaken, and only spoke timidly after recognizing the person.

"Oh, you scared me... It's Miss Poetry and Wine."

"Still here so late, is there...something wrong?"

Poetry and wine don't mince words; he nodded vigorously, his eyes fixed intently on her.

“I saw you practicing all day today, from morning till night, the whole time.”

Upon hearing this, Lingzuan Qibao's already somewhat timid shoulders slumped even further.

She lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting together.

A look of fear about being scolded appeared on her face.

"Huh? Is it...is it here to insult me...?"

Her voice, filled with deep inferiority, grew softer and softer.

"Although it does seem... I do appear to be dragging my feet, constantly falling behind everyone else, and doing ineffective practice..."

"No!"

Poetry and wine abruptly interrupted her.

His voice carried an undeniable certainty.

"I think it's very effective! You could even say it's fantastic!"

"Eh?"

Diamond Treasure was stunned.

She looked up, her light green eyes filled with disbelief.

"Because I always fail to finish the training within the allotted time, my body doesn't warm up properly... that's why I feel that it won't be good if I don't increase the load..."

She explained softly, but a shy, faint smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

"Huh~"

Lingzuan Qibao touched its soft, downy hair with embarrassment.

"I never expected to be praised like that..."

"What you said makes me feel a little more motivated... It would be even better if I could actually win the race."

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine raised an eyebrow.

ps：我19章3000×2＋2000×2＋1200＋1600算成12200算错了都没人提醒我…今天重新检查的时候我才发现……

And today, Uma Musume Girls won Best Mobile Game at TGA, but I only received a random SSR in my email. I'm so annoyed I almost laughed.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 43 Proposal

Although the child's warm-up speed was outrageously slow, it seemed very sluggish.

But that doesn’t mean there’s no chance of winning.

"As long as you put your heart into developing a battle plan and keep the game in your rhythm... you will definitely win."

Poetry and wine spoke with certainty.

Upon hearing this, Lingzuan Qibao was taken aback for a moment, then covered her mouth and chuckled softly as if she had heard some naive joke.

There was a hint of helplessness in her smile.

"Will we win? It's really encouraging to hear you say that."

She lowered her hand, her eyes dimming slightly, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"However, I've already failed nine times in a row, and I'm about to face my 'tenth defeat'."

Poetry and Wine were surprised to hear such a statement, and her brows furrowed instantly.

"Ten failures?"

"Ah."

Lingzuan Qibao smiled and clasped his hands together, his posture relaxed as if he were telling someone else's story.

"I've failed nine times in a row in the qualifying rounds and mock competitions, where real abilities can be shown."

"No matter how hard I try, I always start slowly, I always get stuck in the middle, and I can never catch up in the end..."

“My friends and I even made a bet on who would lose double digits first.”

"At this rate, I'm definitely going to be the unlucky one... There's just no way to deal with it."

Although losing streaks are not uncommon at Central Teresen Academy, a school teeming with geniuses.

but.

Is it really okay to dismiss your efforts and dreams with a flippant "There's nothing I can do"?

Looking at her submissive demeanor, Shi Yujiu felt a nameless anger well up inside him.

She couldn't help but step forward and press him for an answer:

"What about resentment? Don't you feel even a little bit angry?"

Looking at the approaching poetry and wine, Lingzuan Qibao blinked in confusion.

Then he smiled nonchalantly.

"Huh? No. Anyway... the result is directly proportional to the strength, isn't it?"

She stretched out her right hand, pointed to the sky above her head, and then to the auspicious poster in the distance.

"There are genius racehorse girls who always win, so of course there are ordinary racehorse girls who always lose, right? I'm probably the kind of green leaf used to set off the red flower."

At this point, she looked at Poetry and Wine with some embarrassment.

He seemed to realize that what he said sounded too discouraging.

"So... after hearing my ordinary and unambitious speech, Miss Poetry and Wine, is there anything else you want to say? Do you feel like you misjudged me?"

This stump-haired horse girl clearly has a very good foundation, but she lacks confidence at all.

Seeing her expression, which seemed so used to failure, Poetry and Wine were deeply moved.

She recalled how, lying in her hospital bed, she could only watch the crowds running outside the window, full of passion yet without even the right to start.

'I won't allow it…'

'You, who are not allowed to possess such talent, don't even try to strive for victory!'

Suddenly, the poet and the wine from his memory reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the diamond treasure.

Her eyes burned with fierce flames as she spoke loudly.

"The tenth defeat won't happen! We must win this time!!"

Diamond Treasure was startled by this sudden statement and stared blankly at the trainer in front of it, whose face was flushed red.

A few seconds later, her previously dim eyes seemed to light up.

"Miss Poetry and Wine..."

She lowered her eyes, and her voice softened.

"Thank you for what you said...it really did cheer me up a little."

Poetry and Wine looked at her, as if they had made some kind of decision.

"Please leave it to me."

The sounds of poetry and wine carried a solemnity akin to a promise.

"I will definitely let you win."

“I believe I have that ability.”

Diamond Treasure looked at Poetry and Wine with a puzzled expression.

She tilted her head, and the blue and white hair ribbon swayed with the movement.

"Hmm? Let me win? But..."

Like a gambler seeing a sure-win chip, the light in Poetry and Wine's eyes shone even brighter.

She immediately put forward a suggestion.

"If possible... I'd like to sign a contract with you! Let me become your trainer!!"

"Eh—!!?"

Diamond Treasure looked as if she had been proposed to by a stranger, and instantly showed a look of horror.

She took two steps back in a panic.

With her hands placed in front of her, fingers spread in a gesture of refusal, Lingzuan Qibao stammered.

"Aren't the topics and conversations becoming too serious without our knowledge?!"

"Exclusive contracts... those are very serious matters! Even if you suddenly say something like that, it feels so unreal to me!"

She's just an ordinary horse girl who's lost nine times in a row. How could she possibly deserve to have her own personal trainer?