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

'These incredibly slow-witted middle- and long-distance runners are really difficult to deal with.'

At this point in the analysis, the poet's fingers paused.

For some reason, the memories of the original owner of this body suddenly popped into my mind—

That abstract, godlike figure who ambushes people late at night, his eyes burning with fierce fire as he shouts, "I will make sure you win!"

'...Could it be that, for a horse girl like Diamond Treasure with such a leisurely personality...'

'Is the only viable path for trainers, the straightforward, action-packed trainer type like a shonen manga protagonist?'

'Use intense emotional output to escalate the situation for her…'

Thinking of this, Shi Yujiu felt a chill run down his spine, and his expression became somewhat stiff.

'...I'm not good at high-pressure policies. Besides, if I were to yell and shout like a hot-blooded idiot every day...'

She tried to imagine the scene:

He was waving his fists and shouting at the top of his lungs on the sidelines.

"Rootness!"

"Blow them up! Smash their teeth and jaws!!!"

Believe it, belief needs no reason!

"Click to enter text."

……

'...That's terrifying.'

'I don't want to push her to achieve anything before I die from high blood pressure.'

Poetry and Wine stroked their chin, lost in deep turmoil.

But as a pragmatist, she quickly found a compromise.

'Just maintain the status quo with regular training. My job is simply to supervise.'

'But... in official matches, or in crucial, decisive moments...'

She had an idea that was still immature but highly feasible.

'If she falls for that, then should I play the role of a "hot-blooded idiot" for those few minutes?'

'It's a little embarrassing, and it might ruin my image... but to win, maybe I can give it a try.'

'Before that, to avoid giving myself away, I might seek some acting advice from other trainers.'

……

after a while.

"That concludes today's gathering. Thank you all for participating."

As Tsuna's voice faded, the gathering came to a complete end.

The lights in the lobby came on, and the trainers, discussing the speech they had just heard, slowly made their way out of the office building.

I glanced at the time; it was exactly noon.

Most people choose to flock to the cafeteria to replenish the mental energy depleted from a morning of mental work.

Poetry and wine are no exception.

She packed her things, declined several strangers who wanted to exchange business cards, and went downstairs alone.

After a quick lunch in the cafeteria, Shi Yujiu didn't linger but went straight back to the faculty dormitory.

The trainers' single apartments remain deserted.

She sat at her desk.

Poetry and Wine laid out the course schedule and training schedule of Tresson College and began to rethink their approach.

Now that we've added Eightfold Invincible's contact information and learned about Diamond Treasure's course schedule, many things have become clear.

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The blue and white figure I'm chasing is called Miracle: Chapter 50 I'm here.

'I was too hasty before.'

The pen tip crossed out a line of text on the paper.

'Since she still needs to attend academic classes and participate in class activities in this world, there's no need for me to act like a nanny, watching over her all day long.'

"All I need to do is stand on the sidelines and watch her train with the main group each day, providing guidance and data feedback as needed."

'Real, full-time training... will have to wait until after her debut competition, or during holiday training camps.'

Thinking of this, Poetry and Wine let out a long sigh.

She rested her forehead on her hand with a hint of helplessness, running her fingers through her smooth hair.

A strong aftereffect surged up again.

'That morning... I was in such a rush.'

I recall making up all sorts of nonsense for Diamond Treasure with a serious expression on my face.

"Three goddesses appeared in my dream," "A world where horse girls can live just like in reality"...

But they still have to attend academic classes and take exams.

That lie was so full of holes, it was like a joke.

Poetry and wine painfully closed their eyes.

'...Now I'm in trouble. Not only do I have to play the hot-blooded idiot, but I also have to figure out how to cover up this ridiculous lie.'

Never mind all that.

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath, forcibly packing up and compressing those embarrassing images in his mind, and throwing them into the recycle bin.

She neatly tidied up the documents on her desk.

Then she carefully put the notebook containing all the data of the Diamond Treasure into her bag.

I set an alarm for 1.5 hours for Poetry and Wine, lay down on the bed fully clothed, and forced myself into a nap state.

Maintaining energy is fundamental to work.

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The alarm clock rang on time, and Shi Yujiu got out of bed, splashed cold water on his face, and made himself fully awake.

The task for this afternoon is—

Secret observation

Poetry and Wine planned to see what the daily training of Diamond Treasures in the class would be like without their interference.

Opening the wardrobe, Poetry and Wine selected a set of everyday clothes to disguise themselves... to establish their authority.

A dark gray stand-up collar polo shirt, with the top button neatly fastened.

He wore a pair of plain black straight-leg trousers with perfectly pressed creases, and black sneakers that emphasized practicality.

This outfit looked completely out of place on her, a young girl.

It exudes a rigidity and seriousness reminiscent of a retired headmaster of education.

But from the perspective of poetry and wine, this is a manifestation of composure.

'I remember my grade headmaster dressed like this back in junior high; this outfit must make you look really old.'

Before leaving the apartment, she glanced at the blazing sun outside, her expression grave.

She was still shaken by yesterday's heatstroke.

Although she didn't value her life much, she didn't want to suffer for nothing.

Poetry and Wine pulled a brand-new, UV-protective parasol with a dark green coating from the umbrella stand by the door.

She bought this on her way back from lunch at a convenience store.

This umbrella is clearly better at protecting against the sun than the one I borrowed yesterday.

Not only that.

Poetry and Wine touched the bridge of their nose; it felt empty.

Yesterday, those non-prescription glasses I used to enhance my appearance were lost somewhere in the chaotic emergency rescue efforts.

'Without glasses, your eyes are easily seen, and they don't appear deep enough.'

She thought for a moment and took out a glasses case she had bought on a whim at noon from her bag.

"Clap."

The box was opened, and inside lay a pair of large sunglasses with black lenses.

Poetry and wine: I picked up my sunglasses and perched them on my nose.

In an instant, the once bright view turned dark, as if the world had been covered by a filter.

Then put on a black baseball cap.

She looked at herself in the mirror—

Black suit pants, a conservative polo shirt, and a pair of black sunglasses that covered half of his face.

It looks very mysterious.

He exudes an aura of "professionalism" that makes people hesitant to engage in conversation.

'Yes, it's perfect.'

Poetry and Wine nodded in satisfaction and pushed open the door to leave.

……

At Tressen's training ground, afternoon training is about to begin.

Students gathered in twos and threes along the track to stretch, and the air was filled with a restless atmosphere.

Meanwhile, in the area outside the training ground, a strange figure had been standing there for a long time.

Poetry and Wine stood under a dark green parasol, like a randomly appearing NPC passerby.

Her sunglasses obscured her vision, making it impossible to see where she was looking; one could only sense the scrutinizing pressure emanating from behind the lenses.

She put her hands, which weren't holding an umbrella, into her pockets and faced the entrance to the training field with a blank expression.

He exudes a cold aura that says "Keep away, strangers; keep away, acquaintances."

Everything is ready; all that's left is for the Diamond Treasure to appear.

soon.

Amidst a commotion of voices, the once empty entrance to the training ground came alive.

A robust, dark-skinned old coach walked into the training field blowing a whistle, followed by a large group of racehorse girls dressed in matching red and white training uniforms.

They were like a flock of birds just released from their cages, chirping and swarming into the training field.

Standing by the training field, Shi Yu Jiu, behind his black sunglasses, scanned the crowd with his gaze like radar.

Even among dozens of female horse riders wearing the same uniform, she could almost instantly spot her target.

The figure with grayish-brown hair, huddled at the back of the crowd, was not particularly tall.

I saw it.

Poetry and wine silently marked their meaning in his heart, and then he concealed his body even more discreetly in the shadow of the parasol, like a ruthless secret agent.

……

Right now, on the training field.

The heat was intense, and the air was filled with the scent of youth.