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

All that remained was the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the grass.

"Hmph~ Hmph~?"

Diamond Treasure is in a great mood right now.

She hummed an unknown, cheerful tune and walked back to the audience seats with light, swaying steps.

Beside the railing, a familiar figure had been waiting for quite some time.

Poetry and wine, arms crossed, back against the railing.

She seemed to be trying to maintain an aloof aura.

"Oh, little wine?"

Diamond Treasure grinned and went over.

"Ah."

Poetry and wine uttered a single syllable from her nose with extreme indifference, her chin slightly raised.

Through those dark sunglasses, you couldn't see her eyes at all.

Yes.

The member of the "Poetry and Wine" team was trying to use this posture to cover up the embarrassment and shame she felt after her public outburst.

"How was that? Wasn't my performance amazing?"

Diamond Treasure proudly puffed out its chest.

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine simply turned their heads away and snorted.

Then he said it with a hint of deliberate intent in his tone.

"It's alright, so-so."

"Hey~ Is it just okay? It's about the same level as Narita Road."

Lingzuan Qibao was not discouraged by the lukewarm feedback; instead, her smile grew even brighter.

"However... in the end, I should thank you, Xiao Jiu, for this."

As he spoke.

Diamond Treasure approached Poetry and Wine with ill intent.

As the distance decreases.

A scent, a mixture of fresh grass and the warmth of a young girl after exercise, aggressively assaulted the now stiff Poetry and Wine.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Before poetry and wine could even adopt a defensive stance.

Diamond Treasure had already opened its arms and, like a koala, pulled her into its embrace.

"Well?!"

"Thanks to your incessant chatter and unrestrained shouting up there, I was able to muster that incredible enthusiasm!"

Diamond Treasure rested his chin on Poetry and Wine's shoulder and whispered mischievously in her ear.

"What 'Number One in Japan' and 'Future Triple Crown'... Ugh, it makes me blush!"

The blue and white figure I'm chasing is called Miracle: Author's Note

The original plan was to launch it next Friday, but now it's only getting sold out.

The number of people who favorite or follow the book is pitifully small.

There's no need to wait any longer; it'll be available this Friday.

Once it's published, I'll update 12 chapters as promised.

After all, this is the first book I've written seriously, so I'll keep writing it even if the results are bad.

We're not offering bounties anymore.

I don't have time to add more chapters right now; I'll consider doing so in January.

Finally, thank you all for your support of this book.

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The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 60 Invincible

"Shut up!!"

Poetry and wine are like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

His previously composed expression instantly turned bright red.

Even sunglasses couldn't hide the faint red that had spread down to her neck.

"Don't bring that up again!!"

"That's tactical! It's tactical, understand?!"

"I'll bring it up! This trick works wonders on me!"

Not only did Diamond Treasure not let go, it actually tightened its embrace even further.

"From now on, every time I run, Xiao Jiu, you have to look forward to me with the same enthusiasm as you did today!"

"Who, who would do that! Let me go! I'm covered in sweat, I'm filthy!"

Poetry and wine are unbearable.

She struggled with all her might, trying to break free from the embrace of the diamond treasure.

I finally managed to push away the clingy pest.

Poetry and Wine, while frantically straightening their disheveled collars, blushed and stiffened their necks.

To conceal her inner turmoil, she had to raise her voice and shout in a trembling tone, trying to sound intimidating.

"Stop dreaming! You...you're far from being a woman worthy of my sincere affections or going to such lengths to be a horse girl!!"

"I'm!"

Without batting an eye, Lingzuan Qibao answered immediately and confidently.

"Don't push your luck!!!"

……

The noise eventually subsided, and time began to flow silently once more.

As each page of the calendar is torn away, the day of the fateful "selection competition" draws ever closer.

Since that impromptu run with Narita Road, poetry and wine seem to have returned to their former aloof and unapproachable state.

But beneath this cold facade...

Because of that little incident, her guard against Diamond Treasure had quietly begun to loosen.

In the heart of poetry and wine, the tightly closed door has finally cracked open, allowing a sliver of light to shine in.

The selection competition is just around the corner.

In the temporary trainer's office assigned to the Poetry and Wine Department by the school.

The setting sun casts dappled light and shadow through the blinds.

Lingzuan Qibao was sitting in a guest chair, holding a crumpled mock exam paper in his hand.

Her brows were furrowed, and her expression was stern.

It looked like they were studying some advanced battle plan.

"Hmm... I did a quick calculation of my score."

She tapped the pen tip on the paper and let out a long sigh.

Poetry and Wine, who were sitting behind their desks working on documents, stopped writing and turned around when they heard this.

She pushed up her sunglasses and asked in a detached tone.

"How did you feel about the previous academic test? Did you fail?"

"No, that's not true~"

The stern expression on Lingzuan Qibao's face instantly softened, replaced by a hint of languor.

"If we can maintain this level, we should be able to secure a recommendation for a sports university, right?"

She clenched her right fist and gently tapped her palm, a smile playing on her lips.

"It's this feeling of success that I'm sure will meet everyone's expectations, right?"

Poetry and wine remained silent for a while, then the pen in their hand gently tapped on the table.

"What you mean by expectation is...the people of your hometown?"

"That's right, that's right."

Diamond Treasure nodded vigorously.

She leaned back in her chair.

Then he put his hands behind his head and struck a pose as if he were envisioning the future.

"See, just keep studying step by step, get into a sports university, and after graduation, get into a good sports-related company, work nine to five, and live a stable life where you don't have to roll around in the mud."

"to be honest."

At this point, Diamond Treasure sat up straight.

She clasped her hands together and smiled excitedly.

“I think even if I ultimately choose that path, everyone in my hometown will pat me on the head and praise me. Because it's a very solid and wonderful future, right?”

The office was silent for a few seconds.

"but."

Diamond Treasure blinked, and his originally relaxed tone suddenly became a few degrees lower.

"If I debuted on a stage called the 'Star Series'..."

"Once you go to that side, you can never come back."

She turned her head to look at the female racehorses running on the track outside the window, her expression becoming somewhat complicated.

"Isn't that the world of 'Serious Uma Musume'?"

"It's the kind of cruel world that requires you to dedicate your life, your youth, and even your soul to racing... the world of Uma Musume."

Diamond Treasure withdrew her gaze and crossed her arms over her chest.

She shrugged with a self-deprecating smile.

"I may run fairly fast, but I don't have that heavy commitment to dedicating my entire life to running."

"At least... before I ran away with Koji, I didn't have any."

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine's eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, flickered slightly.

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, they chose to remain silent, simply waiting for what would follow.

"Haha."

Diamond Treasure suddenly let out a dry laugh, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"It's just really strange. When we were competing for the track with Koji..."

She looked down at her palms, as if the memories of that day's run still lingered in her hands.

The feeling of the howling wind on the grassland.