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

But she couldn't hear anything.

She looked down at the lawn at her feet.

Auspicious signs not far away—

She was surrounded by reporters and fans, a faint smile on her face.

He acted as if it were perfectly natural.

Winning this match was perfectly normal for her.

Poetry and Wine withdrew their gaze, lowered their heads, and looked at the ticket in their hands, which had been crumpled in their fists.

Sixth place.

She silently repeated it to herself.

'The gap...is indeed quite large.'

Poetry and Wine gazed at the silver-gray figure in the distance.

The awards ceremony ended quickly.

Ji Zhao stood on the podium, receiving flowers and applause.

Her expression remained calm, as if she had long been accustomed to it all.

Poetry and wine left the audience seats and headed towards the contestants' tunnel.

She didn't know why she was going there.

But her feet wouldn't obey her commands, and she kept walking in that direction, step by step.

The entrance to the athletes' passage was cordoned off, and several staff members were maintaining order.

One after another, horse girls came out of there, some beaming with pride, others dejected.

Poetry and wine stand waiting in the crowd.

The surrounding spectators were still excitedly discussing the match that had just taken place.

"Ji Zhao is too strong! It's a complete crushing defeat!"

"Look at how she accelerated at the end; no one else could catch up—"

"Will the chrysanthemum appreciation event afterward just be a formality?"

Poetry and Wine listened to these discussions without showing any expression.

A few minutes later, she saw the Diamond Treasure.

A silver-gray figure emerged from the passage, his steps somewhat heavy.

Diamond Baby has changed out of his competition uniform and is now wearing a regular sports jacket.

His silver-gray hair was still damp with sweat, messy and unkempt.

His light green eyes held an obvious sense of loss and frustration.

She stepped out of the passage, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over the surrounding crowd—

Then, she saw poetry and wine.

Those eyes widened slightly.

"A little wine..."

"You're still here."

"Ah."

Poetry and wine nodded in agreement.

The two remained silent for a few seconds.

The surrounding area was filled with a noisy crowd, departing audience members, and the sounds of conversation and laughter.

But these voices have nothing to do with them.

They stood in the crowd, looking at each other.

"Sixth place."

The Diamond Treasure finally spoke.

She lowered her head, looking at her toes, her voice muffled.

"Very far off."

P.S.: I've been feeling a bit dizzy lately, so updates won't be as frequent. Plus, I have final exams coming up, and I have a lot on my plate.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 91 Darkness

"I know."

Poetry and wine.

“Auspicious sign, she…”

Diamond Treasure raised its head, its light green eyes glistening with moisture.

It shouldn't be tears, at least not yet.

"That's really strong."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"When I was running at full speed, she looked like she was taking a walk."

"When she accelerated at the last moment... I couldn't see her back at all."

"It's like..."

She paused, trying to organize her thoughts.

"It's like we're not even running on the same track."

Poetry and wine did not speak.

She looked at the diamond-studded gem's eyes as it struggled to hold back tears, and at its drooping silver-gray ears.

“I have let down Mr. Sayama’s expectations of me.”

"He even hoped I could catch the last train to the classic treble..."

"That kind of gap..."

The sound of the Diamond Treasure grew fainter and fainter.

"It's not something you can catch up to just by trying hard."

"They've already tried their best..."

"But still..."

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she were about to burst into tears at any moment.

"...Let's go."

Poetry and wine have spoken.

"Huh?"

Diamond Treasure paused for a moment, then looked up at her.

"go back."

Poetry and Wine turned around and walked towards the exit.

"There's no point in standing here."

Diamond Treasure was stunned for a few seconds.

Then she followed in the footsteps of poetry and wine.

The two walked side by side, neither of them speaking.

The surrounding area was filled with departing crowds, bustling and noisy.

The rays of the setting sun shone from the west, turning everything orange-red.

Poetry and wine lead the way, while diamonds and rare treasures follow half a step behind.

As I walked out of the racetrack gates, the setting sun was just sinking below the horizon, turning the sky a vibrant orange-red.

The clouds were edged with gold, like burning flames.

Diamond Treasure suddenly stopped.

"A little wine."

Poetry and wine also paused, and turned back.

"Ok?"

"Thank you for coming to watch my match."

Lingzuan Qibao stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, her silver-gray hair edged with gold.

The small horse ears were still drooping, but seemed to have been raised slightly more than before.

Her expression was one of disappointment, but there was something else in her eyes.

"Even though I lost..."

She forced a smile, her lips curving upwards.

"And they lost terribly..."

She paused, and her silver-gray horse ears twitched slightly.

"But you came."

"This way... it doesn't feel so bad anymore."

Poetry and Wine looked at her without saying a word.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Lingzuan Qibao's face, turning the thin layer of sweat on his face golden.

Her expression still carried a hint of disappointment, but there was indeed a glimmer of light in her light green eyes.

"actually……"

Diamond Treasure lowered its head and rubbed the ground with its toes.

I hadn't originally intended to invite you.

Poetry and Wine raised an eyebrow.

"After all, we're just... ordinary good friends."

Lingzuan Qibao sounded a little embarrassed.

“I’m happy to live together, but I also know that you should have your own things to do.”

"I feel like I'm troubling you a bit by making you come all the way to watch my match."

"Not too much trouble?"

He was casually talking about poetry and wine when he suddenly stopped halfway through.

Just good friends?

That seems to be true.

These five words are like a blunt knife, slowly cutting into the heart of poetry and wine.

It doesn't hurt, really.

But it's so boring.

"After thinking about it, I decided to tell you anyway."

Lingzuan Qibao raised her head, a hint of shyness in her light green eyes.

"Because... how should I put it..."