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

Her practiced apology makes one wonder about what she has been through in her daily life.

“I am her teammate with excellent qualities, you can call me Necha.”

She sighed and explained helplessly:

"That kid... was so happy to finally get his long-awaited championship outfit that he ran around the school in his excitement... What an idiot."

As he spoke, You Liu's gaze fell on Shi Yu Jiu, and noticing the dust on their clothes, his expression became tense.

"Um... I bet the impact just now must have hurt a lot, right? She crashed into me at such a high speed..."

She took half a step forward and extended her hand with concern.

"Shall I take you to the infirmary for a check-up now? It wouldn't be good if you had any internal injuries."

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine showed no change in expression on their indifferent faces.

The back of her head was still throbbing, but she had long since grown accustomed to enduring the pain.

She was more disgusted by this sudden, meaningless social entanglement than by the physical pain.

She didn't speak, but silently raised her hand.

With pale fingertips, she held the crumpled little note that Twin Turbine had just forced on her and handed it to the girl with excellent qualities.

"Eh?"

Excellent quality paused for a moment, subconsciously took the note, and a hint of doubt flashed in his gray eyes.

Taking advantage of this lull, Shi Yujiu expressionlessly patted the dust off his black hoodie.

"I'm not hurt."

Her voice was flat, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, and conveyed a clear sense of detachment.

"I'm just in a bad mood."

The woman with excellent qualities froze in mid-air, clearly not expecting such a blunt answer.

Poetry and wine glanced indifferently at his excellent qualities.

"Please return this note to her. I don't need her apology, and I have no intention of getting involved with such a reckless person."

She paused, her gaze passing over the excellent qualities and looking in the direction where the blue figure had disappeared.

"Also, you're probably anxious to find her now, right? If you don't go after her soon, she'll disappear without a trace."

"Don't worry about me anymore, goodbye."

Having said that, Poetry and Wine showed no lingering attachment, and didn't even glance at Excellent Quality again.

She turned and walked away.

"...Huh?"

The woman with excellent qualities stood frozen in place, staring at the aloof black figure, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

So...cold?

Despite being hit so hard, he didn't utter a single complaint and even refused compensation and concern.

"Are you really alright?!"

She couldn't help but shout at the retreating figures of Poetry and Wine.

"Next time I'll bring her to make it up to you properly!! Absolutely—!!"

After shouting, the man with excellent manners turned his head and glanced in the direction the twin-turbocharged engine had gone.

I glanced back at the poetry and wine that were gradually fading into the distance.

At this moment, the sense of responsibility as teammates prevailed.

"Honestly...they're all such a headache..."

She gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and without further hesitation, took off after the twin turbines in the direction they had fled.

"Twin Turbo—!! You stop right there—!!"

In the wind, only the roar of the excellent quality, filled with resentment, remained.

Following this chaotic traffic accident.

Poetry and wine have not stopped.

She gently pressed her right hand against the back of her head, which was still throbbing slightly, as if a tiny person was hitting it with a hammer.

She frowned slightly, suppressing the slight dizziness, and walked down the corridor to the teaching building in one breath.

The interior of the Treson College teaching building is spacious and bright, with the afternoon sun shining through the glass windows onto the stone floor, reflecting a dazzling light.

'The advanced studies department... should be on this floor.'

Poetry and Wine looked up, their gaze sweeping over the class nameplates.

Finally, she stopped in the middle of the third-floor corridor.

She took a deep breath and then reached out to grasp a somewhat heavy classroom door.

"Splash—"

As the door slid open, the scene inside the classroom came into view.

Poetry and Wine originally expected to see a solemn scene with everyone sitting upright and properly seated.

After all, this is the highest institution for training top-tier racehorse girls.

To her surprise, the spacious classroom was now empty.

Only a few horse girls sat by the window chatting idly.

The sunlight bathed the desks and chairs in a warm golden hue, and tiny chalk dust floated in the air, creating a lazy and pleasant atmosphere after school.

"Oh, it's a new student!"

A clear, energetic voice broke the silence between poetry and wine.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall, slender woman standing in front of the podium.

She was a girl who seemed to radiate light just by standing there.

She had long, smooth chestnut-gold hair, tied into a neat high ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead.

Her hair drew a clean arc in the air as she turned around.

At this moment, she was holding half a piece of chalk in her hand, and the blackboard behind her was covered with all kinds of cute little animals drawn with chalk.

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A round, chubby puppy, an adorable hamster, pigeons, a small pig, and even a few cows and sheep grazing.

There were no cats or crows.

'That was probably to pray for good luck, and to deliberately avoid animals that might bring bad fortune.'

'Is it just that horse girl's personal hobby?'

The woman put down the chalk, dusted off her hands, and turned to face the poetry and wine.

The other person had a genuine smile on their face, and their straight back and neat uniform revealed the upright demeanor of a top student.

"Hello! I'm Narita, and I'm the class monitor."

She strode down from the podium and approached the poetry and wine pavilion, her eyes filled with sincerity and fervor.

"Just call me Aru! Please take care of me from now on!"

Poetry and Wine looked at the smiling face so close to theirs and unconsciously blinked.

The other person's eyes were very beautiful, with an unusual color that gradually transitioned from violet to gold.

It was like the most dazzling sky at dusk, so bright that it was almost too bright to look directly at.

Faced with such an overly dazzling presence, Poetry and Wine felt a little uncomfortable.

Her personality is rather gloomy, so it's too much of a stretch to ask her to stand in front of such bright and shiny people.

Poetry and Wine paused for a second before responding in their usual calm tone:

"My name is Poetry and Wine."

A simple five-word self-introduction suffices.

She wasn't good at dealing with this overly enthusiastic type, so she got straight to the point:

"What do I need to do when I report to the class?"

Naritaji didn't seem embarrassed by the lukewarm reception of poetry and wine; instead, he remained as enthusiastic as ever.

"No complicated procedures are needed."

She smiled and shook her head, then turned around and picked up a printed A4 sheet of paper from the podium, handing it to Poetry and Wine with both hands.

"Because today is the first day, everyone is very free."

"Here is a class schedule. You can take it back and write down the names of the teachers and the class times."

"I was supposed to take you to pick up your uniform and shoes, but the teacher in charge of the warehouse has probably already gone home for lunch..."

Narita scratched his cheek apologetically, then immediately added energetically:

"It's okay! I'll still be in the classroom, and I'll take you there when the teacher comes to work!"

Poetry and Wine reached out and took the timetable, which still smelled slightly of ink.

"Thank you."

She said something in a low voice, her gaze falling on the densely packed grid of the timetable.

Although her head was still throbbing, looking at the conscientious and responsible class monitor in front of her, Shi Yujiu's irritability dissipated slightly.

This class monitor seems much more reliable than that blue-haired girl with twin ponytails who could knock people flying.

After briefly glancing at the class schedule.

Poetry and wine lowered their eyes, their fingers pinching the edge of the timetable, folding it in half with deft movements.

Then I unzipped the old gym bag and stuffed the timetable into the outermost side pocket.

"I go first."

She uttered those few words briefly, without looking at Naritaji's bright smiling face again.

Without hesitation, Poetry and Wine turned around and strode out of the classroom.

The heavy wooden door slowly closed behind her, completely isolating her from the warmth and comfort of the classroom.

She didn't really want to stay in that space.

The air there was too hot, and the smiles were too bright.

Too much kindness is like an invisible net; if she lingers too long, she fears she will be forced into those troublesome entanglements called friendship.

In the classroom.

Naritaji maintained his waving goodbye gesture.

Only after the door was completely closed did the smile on her face fade slightly, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes, a gradient of purple and gold, gazing in the direction where the poetry and wine had disappeared, and tilted her head slightly.

'This new classmate... she reminds me of Orihime.'

The same aloofness, the same solitary nature, as if he had built an invisible high wall around himself, refusing anyone's approach.

'If left unchecked, she'll probably always be all alone.'

A strong sense of responsibility as class monitor burned brightly in Cheng Tianlu's heart.