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

She continued to live a leisurely life.

'Is that enough?'

Poetry and wine are words I speak to myself in my heart.

'She's alive.'

'She is living life earnestly.'

That's why I risked my life to save her.

As for whether she remembers or not—

As for whether that agreement still stands—

'...'

She didn't think about it any further.

Because she knew that if she continued to think about it, she would only become more depressed, more irritable, and more at a loss.

So she chose not to.

I haven't received much education from childhood to adulthood, and I haven't received much care from anyone.

The psychology of poetry and wine has long since become a morbid distortion.

She simply sat there, watching the silver-gray figure in the distance, waiting for the match to begin.

'Anyway, I'm already here.'

She said to herself.

Let's watch it first and then talk about it.

'Other things—'

I'll think about it later.

Her gaze involuntarily shifted in another direction.

There stood a figure with long black hair.

good omen.

She wasn't warming up; she just stood there quietly, her gaze calmly sweeping over everything around her.

Ji Zhao's posture was very relaxed, with his arms hanging naturally at his sides and his breathing steady and long.

She was like a lion overlooking a flock of sheep, needing no concern for any threat.

Because she is the strongest.

The aura of a rising star doesn't need to be deliberately displayed.

As long as a girl has confidence in herself, she will feel that she is the only one who can win in the end.

Ji Zhao's mere presence was enough to make the surrounding air feel heavy.

The other female horses around were all doing warm-up exercises seriously. Some were jumping in place, some were stretching their legs, and some were jogging to adjust their state.

But whenever auspicious signs pass by them, their movements involuntarily pause, and their gazes involuntarily follow them.

This is an instinctive reaction.

Any creature will feel fear when faced with an absolutely powerful opponent.

Poetry and Wine noticed that the gaze of the diamond treasure also fell on Ji Zhao.

The silver-gray horse ears tightened slightly, and its originally light pace slowed down.

She was looking at Ji Zhao with obvious tension and apprehension in her eyes.

Poetry and wine withdrew their gaze, leaned back in their chairs, and looked up at the azure sky.

Even the diamond-studded treasures of that world were just as nervous before their debut competition.

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The silver-gray horse ears trembled uneasily, and its light green eyes were filled with worry.

But at that time, poetry and wine spoke to her—

"I believe you."

Just four simple words.

But it gradually dispelled the unease in those eyes, replacing it with determination and courage.

'But that diamond-shaped treasure... is different from this one.'

Poetry and wine clutched the tickets tightly in their hands.

'I had no right to say those things to her.'

We're just roommates.

'Just... strangers who happen to live together.'

5:10 PM.

The sun was still shining brightly, and the atmosphere in the stands had become quite lively.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's Kobe Shimbun Cup is about to begin—"

The commentator's passionate voice came over the loudspeaker, echoing throughout the racecourse.

"Let's focus on one of today's main characters—Kichijou! Japan's German champion, the most talked-about classic player this year!"

"She showed amazing strength in the spring races, and many people believe that she has the potential to compete for this year's Best Classic Horse Girl!"

As if to warm up the atmosphere, some fans in the crowd held up a huge tablet.

A video is playing on a loop on the screen.

This is something Ji Zhao said in a pre-match interview.

A cold, stern face appeared on the screen, with long black hair falling over his shoulders and sharp eyes staring directly at the camera.

Her voice came through the speaker, devoid of any extraneous emotion:

I am a lucky omen.

[This symbolizes the kindness my family has shown me.]

As one of them, regarding the revealed goals—

[And the mission assigned to them—]

Simply execute the command.

The surrounding audience erupted in cheers and screams.

There were no grand pronouncements, no passionate declarations.

A statement so calm it borders on cold-blooded.

The target has been identified; all that remains is to execute it.

'Such strong confidence~'

A deafening cheer erupted from the stands.

"good omen--!"

"good omen--!!"

Countless support banners waved in the air, and countless voices shouted the same name.

The roar of the crowd came in waves, almost shaking the entire racetrack.

Poetry and Wine sat in the audience, surrounded by the roar of the crowd, yet felt no excitement whatsoever.

She watched quietly as the dark-haired figure walked toward the starting gate.

"There's another player with equally strong skills, for no apparent reason! She performed exceptionally well in the summer tournament and is a formidable competitor today!"

Another round of cheers erupted, though slightly less than before, but still enthusiastic.

"Gate Seven, the Diamond Treasure—"

In comparison, the name received far less cheers.

Sparse applause and scattered shouts.

It's not that no one supports her, but there are too few people who do.

Faced with Ji Zhao's soaring popularity, the other contestants' presence was almost overshadowed.

Poetry and wine's fingers tightened slightly.

Her gaze swept through the crowd and landed on the silver-gray figure in front of the gate.

Diamond Treasure stood at Gate 7, leaning slightly forward with his hands braced against the gate.

Her long, silver-gray hair was blown by the breeze, and her silver-gray horse ears were pressed tightly against her head.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and her light green eyes were fixed on the grassland in front of her.

Take a deep breath, once, twice, three times.

Try to calm yourself down.

And auspicious signs—

She stood in front of the gate, her expression calm and composed.

There was no tension, no excitement, not even anticipation.

It was as if victory was something that should have been taken for granted.

That terrifying confidence and composure created an invisible pressure that enveloped the entire starting area.

Poetry and Wine noticed that several horse girls standing near the auspicious sign subconsciously avoided her gaze.

Even breathing became a cautious affair.

Only Ji Zhao himself was completely unaware.

She didn't care about any of that.

"preparation--"

The whole place fell silent.

The sound of the wind, the sound of a heartbeat.

Then--

boom!

The gate opened with a "click".

"here we go!"

The thirteen female horses burst out of the gate almost simultaneously, like a colorful torrent surging into the pasture.

The turf was kicked up by horseshoes, and dirt flew through the air.

The sounds of the horse girls' breathing, footsteps, and the wind instantly mingled together.

"A very smooth start! They inexplicably found themselves in the middle to lower ranks—Ji Zhao is in third place, leisurely following at the front of the pack—"

Poetry and wine searched for the silver-gray figure in the crowd.

Diamond Baby had a smooth start, but she quickly fell to the back of the pack.

Seventh place.

Eighth place.

Her steps were steady, and her silver-gray ponytail swayed rhythmically behind her.

She controlled her breathing rhythm well, and each step she took was firm and steady.

Diamond Treasure's expression was tense, its silver-gray horse ears were pressed tightly against its head, and its eyes were focused on the front.