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

I remember the burning pain of my lungs being filled with river water.

I remember the suffocating feeling of struggling desperately in the water but being unable to breathe.

I remember the lifeless face on the other person's face when I pulled the Diamond Treasure out of the water.

I remember kneeling in the mud, trembling all over, performing CPR, with only one thought in my mind—

"Don't die, don't die, please don't die."

She remembers everything.

Clearly.

Unforgettable.

But Diamond Treasure doesn't remember.

This feeling... is strange.

It's like you've given your all for someone, almost risking your life—

But that person knew nothing about it, and wouldn't even say "thank you," because she had no idea it existed.

Poetry and wine know this is not the fault of diamonds and precious stones.

She knew that it was something from another world, and had nothing to do with the diamond treasures of this world.

She knew she shouldn't have any expectations of the Diamond Treasure because of this.

but--

Every time she sees that face, she still thinks of it.

I remember that stormy night.

I think of that icy river.

I remember kneeling in the mud, pressing my lips to the cool lips of the Diamond Treasure, and blowing air into them, one breath at a time.

Then she would feel...very annoyed.

A kind of inexplicable restlessness.

She didn't know how to approach the Diamond Treasure.

Like strangers? — But they are not strangers.

At least in the hearts of poetry and wine, they are not.

She almost died because of this person.

Even if that's something from another world.

Lingzuan Qibao himself doesn't remember, but that experience is indeed etched into his memories of poetry and wine.

Like friends?

But they can't really be considered friends.

She hadn't spent much time with any of the other diamond treasures in this world, and there wasn't much of a deep emotional foundation between them.

Like a savior?

That would be even more ridiculous.

Diamond Treasure had no idea she had been saved, and Poetry and Wine had no intention of telling her.

That kindness exists only in the memory of Poetry and Wine, a kindness unilaterally acknowledged.

So what should she do?

Keep your distance? Pretend nothing happened?

But every time she sees the Diamond Treasure, she is reminded of those things.

Those painful, suffocating, and life-threatening events.

She couldn't really pretend that nothing had happened.

But she couldn't tell Diamond Treasure the truth.

She was trapped in a strange location.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 87 Entanglement

It is impossible to get close, nor is it possible to stay away.

I want to escape, but I'm also held back by something.

'This is really... annoying.'

Poetry and Wine closed their eyes and rubbed their temples.

She found herself in a ridiculous predicament.

She clearly didn't want to experience anything, but her attitude towards the Diamond Treasure was mixed with too many inexplicable emotions.

She clearly wanted to keep her distance.

But she couldn't truly remain indifferent to the Diamond Treasure.

She knew perfectly well that Diamond Treasure remembered nothing.

But there was still a voice in her heart saying...

"I saved your life! I almost died because of you! And you don't even know that?"

Then she would internally contradict herself.

"Of course she knows nothing. That's something from another world. What does it have to do with her? What gives you the right to expect her to remember? What makes you expect her to thank you?"

The two voices were fighting in her head, giving her a headache.

The final result is—

Nothing came of it.

Poetry and wine brought even more distress.

They were lukewarm towards Diamond Treasure.

Neither push them away nor get closer.

It expresses neither goodwill nor hostility.

And so, they maintained a strange and awkward relationship with Diamond Treasure.

'What am I doing...?'

Poetry and Wine sighed.

She doesn't know either.

All she knew was that she was in a terrible state.

My mind is in turmoil, like a tangled mess of threads.

'...That's enough.'

She lay back down on the bed.

'I just woke up, can I go back to sleep?'

The moonlight streamed in quietly from the window, casting a silvery patch of light on the floor.

As he gazed at the ceiling, the jumbled thoughts in his mind gradually subsided.

one way or another.

She has already agreed to go watch the game.

What's said can't be taken back.

As for what happened next...

Let's take a step by step.

……

September 24th.

Hanshin Racecourse.

Poetry and Wine stood at the entrance of the audience seats, holding a ticket given to her by Diamond Treasure.

The ticket was crumpled from her grip.

Today is a sunny day with bright sunshine and a hint of early autumn coolness.

The wind blew from the direction of the racetrack, carrying the scents of grass and earth, as well as the various perfumes mixed in with the crowd.

The racetrack was packed with people, bustling with spectators everywhere.

There were gentlemen in formal attire, ladies wearing sun hats, and enthusiastic fans holding up support signs.

There are also bystanders like her, standing alone.

Poetry and wine found their seats and sat down.

The location is indeed excellent; just as Lingzuan Qibao said, you can clearly see the entire track.

The emerald green lawn gleamed softly in the sunlight, and the white fence stretched straight into the distance.

She opened the competition manual in her hand.

Kobe Shimbun Cup.

G2 level events.

Hanshin Racecourse, grass, 2,400 meters.

Classic limited edition.

This is an important preliminary battle for the Chrysanthemum Festival, and also a stage for many classic horse girls to prove themselves.

Her gaze swept across the list of participants and then stopped on one name.

good omen.

Japanese German Army.

This generation of standard-bearers, who symbolize the family, have returned from the United States and displayed astonishing talent.

Many renowned trainers in the central region have praised it highly, claiming that Gigi will achieve terrible results this fall.

This match saw a landslide victory in popularity, ranking first.

Poetry and Wine looked at that photograph.

Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the paper, and she exuded a kingly aura.

Even a static image can evoke a suffocating sense of oppression.

This is an innate strength.

No words or proof are needed; simply standing there is enough to inspire awe in everyone.

'It seems everyone had high hopes for this horse girl back in that world, right?'

Poetry and wine recall intelligence from that world.

"I'll be debuting in November, so doesn't that mean I'll most likely face her in next year's competition?"

She thought to herself silently, her fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the manual.

She continued scrolling down.

Gate 7 – Diamond Treasure Trove.

Ninth in pre-match popularity.

It's not very tall.

Poetry and Wine's gaze lingered on that photograph for a few seconds.

In the photo, Diamond Baby is wearing a competition outfit, and her long, silver-gray hair is neatly styled.