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

"I know."

Poetry and Wine nodded calmly.

A pair of dark eyes stared listlessly at the Fuji Stone.

"It's ok."

"...Are you really sure about this?"

Fujikishi's voice sounded somewhat worried.

The dormitory head seemed hesitant, wanting to say something about poetry and wine.

"Diamond Treasure...she'll be very sad, won't she?"

The steps of poetry and wine paused for a moment.

"She won't."

Her voice was very soft.

"To her, I'm just an ordinary friend."

"If a casual friend moves away, you'll feel sad for a few days but then forget about it."

After saying that, she pushed open the door and went out.

……

The days that followed were as uneventful as a glass of plain water.

Every morning, poetry and wine awaken before the alarm clock rings.

Then she would lie in bed, listening to the even breathing coming from the opposite bed, wait a few minutes, and then get up to wash up.

Diamond Baby always sleeps very soundly.

Her long, silver-gray hair was scattered on the pillow, and her soft horse ears drooped gently, occasionally twitching in her dreams.

Poetry and wine will leave the dormitory before she wakes up.

Go to the cafeteria for breakfast, go to the classroom for class, and go to the training ground with your classmates to complete regular training.

Then I went back to my dorm, lay on my bed, and waited for the next day to arrive.

Back and forth.

day to day.

She communicated with Diamond Treasure less and less.

It's not that poetry and wine are deliberately estranged, it's just... there's nothing to say to each other.

Diamond Treasure is very busy every day. The defeat in the Kobe Shimbun Cup has fueled her determination, and she is training even harder than before.

They leave early and return late, often too exhausted to speak when they get back to their dorm.

And poetry and wine—

She was just waiting.

Waiting for an empty room, waiting for the day I can leave.

There's another thing.

About returning to that scripted world again.

She didn't deliberately calculate the days, but her body was more honest than her mind.

As time went by, poetry and wine began to suffer from insomnia.

Every night, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, images would uncontrollably pop into my mind.

Heavy rain, river water, suffocation, pain.

Just thinking about poetry and wine makes me feel cold all over.

……

One day during lunch break.

Most of the students had left the classroom, leaving only a few who didn't want to squeeze into the cafeteria.

Poetry and Wine sat in their seats, flipping through a training manual.

She didn't actually absorb anything; she just needed an excuse to appear busy.

"Poetry and wine are companions."

A voice came from the side.

Poetry and wine raise their heads.

Narita stood next to her seat, holding a document in his hand.

Golden hair, a capable demeanor, and a serious expression on his face.

A pair of beautiful purple-gold eyes looked at Poetry and Wine with a smile.

"This is the training schedule for next week. Please take a look and see if there are any problems."

Narita handed over the documents.

He took the poem and the wine, glanced at them, and then placed them on the table.

"no problem."

"That's good."

Narita nodded, but did not leave.

She sat down on the chair next to the poetry and wine.

After all, the two were seated very close to each other, and it was Naritaji who specially arranged for them to be seated together.

"how are things?"

"What do you mean, how about it?"

“It’s just…” Naritaji carefully considered his words.

You look a little...preoccupied?

Poetry and wine turn a page in the manual.

"No."

"really?"

Narita looked at her profile.

"I feel like you've been spacing out a lot lately. Whether it's during class or training."

"Yeah."

The tone of the poem and the wine is plain.

"I didn't notice."

"and--"

Narita Road paused.

Are you avoiding Diamond Treasure?

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment as he flipped through the booklet.

"No."

“I heard you two are roommates, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two together much.”

"It's just a matter of timing; besides, being roommates doesn't necessarily mean you have a good relationship, right?"

Poetry and Wine continued flipping through the manual.

The blue and white figure being pursued is named Miracle: This is a bounty (permanent).

The final exams for several subjects have been scheduled in order.

I'm usually one of the last few to take the exam.

I couldn't hold back; the closer it got to the end of the semester, the less I needed to go to class.

So I'll set up a small bounty when I have some free time.

Recommendation votes: 600 for one update

Monthly pass; 40 for each update

Donation: 4000 for each chapter

Blade: 40 per update

Treasure Chest: Haha, although it's impossible, I'll still do the math.

Silver: 14 times; Gold: 40 x 40 = 45 times, which is even more impossible now.

Since it's unlikely anyone will provide tickets, I've set an unlimited limit for now.

The basic principle is two updates per day, with any extra updates offered as a reward.

Of course, I guarantee the credibility of the 22 updates on the day I release it, and I will include all the data from the beginning to now.

意思就是我算上目前的88月票＋1304推荐票＋8176打赏＋30刀片=6更

Six chapters will be released on time (excluding the update for that day).

But I feel like even if a bounty is offered, nobody would read it.

Extra chapters will begin tomorrow.

Group number: 1076299688

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 93 Gradually Getting Better

"She's very busy, and so am I."

Narita looked at her, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

A gentle smile appeared on her face.

The golden-haired class monitor began to exude a strong protagonist aura.

"If you have any worries, feel free to tell me. Although I might not be able to help much, but—"

"No worries."

Completely disregarding Naritaji's thoughts, Poetry and Wine interrupted her directly.

Thank you for your concern.

The tone of the poem and the wine is very calm.

Naritaji was silent for a few seconds, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

"……All right."

The golden-haired class monitor stood up.

"I'll be going now. Feel free to contact me if you need anything."

"Ah."

Poetry and wine did not raise their heads.

Narita gave her a worried look, then turned and left.

The classroom fell silent again.

Poetry and Wine stared at the words in the manual, not taking in a single one.

'How many days are left?'

She thought to herself.