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

Soft lighting spilled onto the deep red carpet, and the long tables around the perimeter were set with exquisite tea breaks, desserts, and freshly brewed tea.

A subtle fragrance wafts through the air, and the hall's decor creates a relaxed atmosphere for conversation.

In the center of the hall is a podium, surrounded by tiered seating.

Poetry and Wine stood at the entrance, looking around somewhat awkwardly.

P.S.: I couldn't hold it in. Yesterday I took the CET-4 and CET-6 exams, and I brought the wrong student ID—my high school ID—and got kicked out by the teacher.

Kids, I'm going to be banned from taking exams for a year!

By the way, I've created a group. The group number is in the comments section. If you want to urge me to update, you can join and directly criticize the author.

The blue and white figure they were pursuing was named Miracle: Chapter 46 A Twisted Couple

What should we do next?

To be honest, she felt a little lost in the current situation.

In my previous life, as a low-level worker, I had never participated in such a proper industry exchange meeting.

And it seems that this body's original memories were completely blank regarding such social occasions.

She glanced around.

I noticed that most of the trainers were chatting in small groups or standing scattered in corners, and very few had actually taken their seats.

On one side of the hall, a woman in a distinctive green uniform was surrounded by several young trainers.

She was wearing an elegant green hat, with a gentle smile, and was patiently answering questions for the trainers.

'That…I think his name is Surugawa Tesuna?'

'The chairman's secretary is a truly unfathomable person.'

It seemed they had noticed the gaze of poetry and wine.

Surugawa Tezuna turned his head and gave Poetry and Wine a warm and welcoming smile across the crowd.

Then she clapped her hands, her voice clear and resonant.

"Everyone, trainers who haven't received their entrance gift yet, please come over here!"

Poetry and Wine raised an eyebrow in confusion.

'What kind of gathering includes small gifts?'

However, since she was already there, she didn't want to seem out of place, so she followed the flow of people.

"Ah, it's Miss Poetry and Wine."

When Junkawa Tessuna saw her, his gaze softened.

With practiced ease, she carefully selected one item from a pile of identical dark green tote bags bearing a gold horseshoe logo.

Then, with both hands, he solemnly handed over the poem and the wine.

"You must be tired. How were you feeling yesterday?"

She asked a pointed question.

"Thank you, I'm fine now."

Poetry and Wine nodded, took the light tote bag, and walked to a quiet corner to open it.

An exquisite horseshoe-shaped commemorative badge, a few beautifully packaged premium throat lozenges, a metal bookmark printed with the words "Leading the Way"...

There was also a neatly folded little note tucked between the bookmarks.

Poetry and Wine curiously unfolded the slip of paper.

The above is a guide written in very beautiful and neat handwriting.

[Recommended seating for new trainers: First three rows of Section C (best view and easy to take notes).]

[Today's speakers: Ryu Nishizaki (Trainer for team Spica) and Tsubaki Akashi (Trainer for team Alkes). We recommend focusing on the latter's presentation.]

Keep it up!

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'...This is so thoughtful!'

Poetry and Wine looked up in surprise.

She cast a grateful glance in the direction of Surugawa Tesuna.

The secretary, who was distributing the gifts, seemed to sense it.

She didn't speak, but her eyes, hidden under the brim of her hat, winked playfully at Poetry and Wine.

……

After a while, an announcement was made over the loudspeaker in the venue that the rally was about to begin.

Following the instructions on the note, Shi Yujiu found a seat on the side in Section C and sat down.

Soon after, the surrounding seats were gradually filled by other trainers.

Just as she took out her notebook to make a demonstration.

"If you're not qualified, why are you sitting in this position?"

A cold, undisguised, questioning female voice suddenly rang out from behind.

The temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

Poetry and wine turn their heads in response to the sound.

What came into view was a tall figure dressed in a black business suit.

She had long, straight, jet-black hair, a cold and aloof face, and stood in the aisle with her arms crossed.

His pale golden eyes, like those of a sharp eagle, were looking down at the poetry and wine with a cold gaze.

There was not a trace of warmth in his eyes.

"Ah, it's Riko Kashimoto."

Who is she talking about?

"I don't know, he seems to be a new trainer."

Several trainers near the poetry and wine seating area whispered among themselves as they witnessed the scene.

"Managing the health of racehorse girls is the trainer's primary responsibility."

Riko Kashimoto's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly throughout the venue.

"Someone who can't even manage their own health, and might even collapse from heatstroke on the training field—"

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze intensely fixed on the poetry and wine, exuding a palpable sense of pressure.

"What makes you think you're qualified to be a trainer? What makes you think you can carry the dreams of others?"

Poetry and wine were somewhat bewildered by this sudden hostility.

Who is this person?

'Such malice? Do I even know her?'

Poetry and Wine looked at each other with suspicion.

The other party's attitude, as if they had a deep-seated grudge against her, was quite unusual.

Her brain began to work at breakneck speed, trying to retrieve information about the woman from her fragmented memory bank.

Ah... I found it.

As countless memories flashed through my mind.

A long-forgotten, bitter memory surged from my mind like a tidal wave.

Poetry and wine immediately calm the mind and sense the feeling.

The black-haired woman in front of me is named Riko Kashimoto.

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He was once an elite member of the URA Committee, but later became a trainer at Treson Academy.

He possesses extremely high teaching standards, a rigorous work style, and rich theoretical experience.

However, none of this information is important.

The most important, and also the most fatal, point is—

She was the original "poetry and wine" of this world, and once served as a trainer.

Yes, that's right.

In this scenario world, the now-trainer Poetry and Wine was once a student at Treson Academy with dreams in his heart.

Scenes from my memory began to flash before my eyes.

For some reason, it was so clear it was unsettling.

……

three years ago.

Back then, Shi Yu Jiu was just an ordinary student who had just entered school, with average grades but an infinite love for running.

It was that passion that seemed to burn everything that attracted Riko Kashimoto, who had just transferred from URA to Tressen and was eager to prove her ideas.

The two hit it off.

Riko Kashimoto admired her dedication, and poetry and wine revered her professionalism.

They signed an exclusive contract without hesitation, vowing to reach the top together.

The following year was the most beautiful time in my memories of poetry and wine.

The rigorous training, the late-night debriefing, the joy of every improvement... it felt like living in a dream.

However, dreams can shatter.

Although my heart feels like it's being stabbed with needles after every high-intensity run.

But the stubborn love of poetry and wine was never told to Riko Kashimoto; she simply assumed it was because her physical fitness hadn't reached the required level yet.

Riko Kashimoto, who has just transitioned into a trainer.

Because of excessive trust in the students' enthusiasm and a lack of experience, they failed to notice the unusual nature of the poetry and wine hidden beneath the sweat.

Good times are not long.

Just days before the highly anticipated debut competition, Shi Yujiu was diagnosed with a serious heart blood supply defect during an off-campus medical examination.

The doctor issued an ultimatum.

Forcing oneself to participate in a competition may result in irreversible physical damage or even sudden death.

If we tell Riko Kashimoto now, perhaps there's still a chance for things to turn around.

But the poetry and wine of this world are, at their core, an incomprehensible and stubborn species.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 47 No More Words

In order not to disappoint her trainers and for her debut battle which was just around the corner, she chose to hide her physical condition.

And then, disaster struck.

The debut race was a 2000-meter middle-distance grass race.

Poetry and Wine performed exceptionally well for the first 1,600 meters, maintaining an absolute lead of three or four horse lengths over the second-place runner.

Riko Kashimoto clenched her fists excitedly on the sidelines, thinking she was about to witness a miracle.

Until...the moment before Poetry and Wine saw the 1600-meter marker.

The long-accumulated burden broke down the heart's dam.