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

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"..."

Diamond Treasure remained silent for a long while.

She looked down at their clasped hands.

The silver-gray horse ears trembled gently under the fingertips of poetry and wine, as if digesting the words of poetry and wine.

Finally, she took a deep breath and slowly nodded.

"Um…"

Her voice was still a little hoarse, but the heavy self-blame she had felt earlier seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

"Then... let's cancel the plan."

Diamond Treasure raised her head and managed a bitter smile.

"I'll eat the bento another day. I made a lot anyway, and it won't spoil in the fridge. I'm going home now."

"it is good."

Poetry and Wine nodded, their gaze sweeping over the increasingly gloomy sky.

The clouds were lower than when we arrived, and the leaden gray had turned completely into a deep, inky black.

On the distant horizon, lightning could be clearly seen weaving through the clouds, like raging silver pythons.

The thunder was getting closer and closer.

"Let's hurry before it rains—"

"Wait a minute, Xiao Jiu."

Diamond Treasure suddenly called out to her.

Poetry and wine paused, and they turned around.

All I could see was Lingzuan Qibao untying the small pocket on the side of the backpack, which was tied with a light blue ribbon.

Her movements were somewhat hurried, and her fingers trembled slightly with nervousness.

I tried several times but couldn't untie the bow.

"Although the picnic was canceled, I still want to give you this now."

She finally untied the ribbon and took out a small bag made of light blue cotton cloth from her pocket.

The ribbon on the small bag and pocket was the same color, with some pattern embroidered crookedly on it.

The stitches are uneven, and the thread is knotted in some places; it's clearly the work of some terrible craftsman.

"This is what I wanted to give to—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

A blinding white light tore through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening clap of thunder exploded overhead.

The sound was so sudden that the horse's ears snapped back and its whole body trembled.

And at the very instant the thunder struck—

It was as if a switch had been suddenly pressed between heaven and earth.

There was no warning whatsoever.

There was no drizzling rain as a prelude.

There was no gradual change in the intensity of the rain.

rainstorm--

It poured down.

It was as if a huge crack had suddenly appeared in the sky.

Countless streams of water poured out from that gap.

The raindrops were so big they felt like pebbles, and they stung when they hit my skin.

It hit the ground with a deafening "cracking" sound.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were soaked to the bone.

"Whoa—!"

The diamond treasure was startled by the sudden downpour, and almost dropped the small bag in its hand.

She quickly held it in her arms.

Her long, silver-gray hair was instantly soaked by the rain, clinging tightly to her face and obscuring half of her vision.

"Let's ignore that for now!"

Poetry and Wine squinted, the downpour blurring her vision, her sunglasses covered in water droplets, making it almost impossible to see anything.

She ripped off her sunglasses and stuffed them into her pocket, then reached out and grabbed the wrist of the diamond-encrusted treasure.

"Find somewhere to take shelter from the rain! Quickly!"

But this—

"We'll talk about it later!"

Poetry and wine gave her no chance to explain, and directly dragged her back the way they came.

"Didn't you bring an umbrella in such a big backpack?"

"I thought you would bring the wine..."

Yes, you should always carry an umbrella in your bag.

Poetry and wine bring a touch of melancholy.

The torrential rain was like an invisible wall, pressing in from all directions.

The grass beneath my feet turned into a muddy swamp within seconds, and each step required tremendous effort to pull my feet out of the mud.

The gale, carrying rain, felt like countless cold needles piercing my face.

The heart of poetry and wine pounded wildly in my chest.

'Hiss~'

The dull pain was amplified by the cold rain.

But she couldn't care less about that now; only one thought occupied her mind—

Find a place to take shelter from the rain.

We must find shelter from the rain.

"there!"

Through the rain, Poetry and Wine could vaguely see a depression formed by a huge rock.

The rocks were piled up in layers, with their tops extending outwards, forming a natural shelter.

Although not large, it was enough for the two people to temporarily escape the downpour.

"Come with me!"

She grabbed the diamond-studded treasure's hand and ran towards the rock.

Behind me came the roar of the surging river.

The two trudged through the torrential rain with great difficulty.

The rain felt like countless cold whips, lashing at my body from all directions.

Poetry and Wine held the wrist of Diamond Treasure tightly, almost dragging her towards the rock.

The grass beneath my feet had long since turned into a swamp, and every step I took sank into mud nearly ankle-deep.

It makes a sticky "pop" sound when you pull it out.

It's Shigemachi.

finally--

The two stumbled and fell to the bottom of the rock.

However, the moment the poem and wine were raised, my heart sank.

"no…"

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the rock depression was far from as ideal as it appeared from a distance.

The top of the outward-extending rock is riddled with cracks and gaps.

Rainwater was pouring in through the cracks, forming several small waterfalls inside the depressions.

Standing inside and getting soaked outside makes almost no difference.

"What...what should we do..."

Diamond Treasure's teeth began to chatter, and its whole body was soaked through with rain.

The thin coat clung tightly to her body, outlining her slightly trembling figure.

The huge backpack on her back was soaked with water, weighing heavily on her shoulders, making her figure appear even thinner.

Poetry and Wine loosened their grip on the wrist of the diamond-cut treasure.

She squinted, nervously looking around in the pouring rain, trying to find any place to hide.

My gaze swept across the surroundings—

To the left is a dense forest, its canopy lush but rendered useless by the torrential rain.

To the right is a wide, open meadow with no obstructions.

The path ahead, which had led us here, had now turned into a muddy torrent.

And behind—

Behind them was the river that was swollen rapidly.

Even from a distance of tens of meters, Poetry and Wine could clearly hear the roar of the river.

The sound of the surging river was deafening, like an angry beast tearing at the riverbank.

P.S.: I'm having some mental issues right now, so I'll just go straight to 20 chapters.

When I first started writing, I wanted to have it all – I wanted to incorporate a simulation game plot while also writing what I wanted to write. This resulted in a very strange and unpleasant storyline. The earlier parts of the plot are irreversible, so I've rewritten the outline for the later parts.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 80 Easily Soluble in Water

The water level is rising too fast; the riverbank, which was originally far away from them, now seems to be getting closer and closer.

"there……!"

Poetry and wine suddenly pointed to the left front.

At the edge of the woods, she could vaguely see the outline of a man-made wooden pavilion.

Although it looks a bit dilapidated, at least it has a complete roof.

"We're going that way—"

Poetry and Wine turned around, about to take the hand of Diamond Treasure.

However, at that moment, Diamond Treasure was trying to stuff the light blue bag into the inner pocket of her clothes.

Her fingers were cold from the rain and had long since lost all feeling.

In addition, the trembling after running made his movements clumsy and slow.

One careless moment—