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

Then force yourself not to calculate.

It's no use forgetting.

What's meant to come will come.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break, and students gradually returned to the classroom.

The afternoon classes were spent in a daze.

Poetry and Wine sat by the window, the sunlight streaming through the glass onto her desk, warm and inviting.

But her heart felt like it was filled with ice, and she couldn't warm it up no matter what.

She didn't hear a single word the teacher was saying on the podium.

My mind is full of all sorts of random thoughts.

School finally ended.

After packing up his things, Shi Yujiu went to the cafeteria and ate something casually.

The cafeteria was bustling with noise, filled with the sounds of chatting and clattering cutlery.

She found a corner to sit down and mechanically stuffed food into her mouth, unable to taste anything.

After finishing her meal, she went to the training ground.

The training ground was much livelier in the evening than during lunch break.

The track was full of female horses training.

Some were jogging to warm up, some were doing speed training, and others were gathered together discussing something.

After changing into my training clothes, I started stretching by the track.

Not far away, several horse girls were chatting together. Their voices were not loud, but they were loud enough for her to hear clearly.

"Have you heard? The debut competition for the new universe is next month!"

"Really? Didn't she only just start formal training a short time ago?"

"It's said that her trainer thinks she's ready. Everyone is looking forward to her performance."

"Ahhh, I'm so envious! When will I be able to debut...?"

Poetry and wine's fingers tightened slightly.

New universe.

She had heard of this name.

New Universe is one of the most promising contestants who has not yet debuted and is highly anticipated.

"Oh right, and there's also Aimee Rhythm! Her debut competition seems to be coming up soon!"

"Love Rhythm? That seemingly powerful mare?"

"Yes, yes, that's her! I heard she's considered a strong contender for the role of 'As Old As Ever'."

"That's so unique..."

Upon hearing the names of the two horse girls, Poetry and Wine stopped their stretching.

New universe.

Love rhythm.

And herself.

If she completes her debut competition in November, she will be a newcomer in the same year and a competitor in the same season.

She should feel a sense of urgency, train harder, and prepare for the upcoming debut competition.

But she couldn't feel anything.

My mind was filled with other things.

A world of scripts, suffering, and a countdown to the end.

The sea-blue goddess only gave her a month's rest.

'Don't think about it.'

Poetry and wine whispered to myself.

Thinking about it is useless.

She stood up and began jogging slowly around the track.

a circle.

Two laps.

Three laps.

The speed increased, and the movements became more intense.

Poetry and wine began to express their emotions through simple running.

The wind whistled past my ears, my heart pounded, and my lungs felt like they were about to explode.

But she didn't want to stop.

Because as soon as you stop, those thoughts will come flooding back.

"Poetry and wine are my companions!"

The coach's voice came from the side.

"You're moving too fast! You'll hurt yourself!"

Poetry and wine ignored him and kept running.

"Poetry and wine are my companions!"

The coach raised his voice.

"Stop!"

Poetry and wine abruptly stopped, and he turned around with a cold look in his eyes.

"I know what I'm doing."

Her tone was clearly impatient.

"I don't need you to tell me what to do."

The coach was stunned.

The other female horses around also stopped what they were doing and stared at the scene in surprise.

Poetry and wine may be indifferent to each other in general, but they would never talk back to the coach like this.

"...Today's training is over."

The coach's expression was rather unpleasant.

"Go back and rest."

Poetry and wine offered neither apology nor explanation.

She simply turned around and walked straight towards the dressing room.

Behind me, there was a chorus of whispers.

"What's wrong with her...?"

"So fierce..."

"Has something happened at home?"

Poetry and wine heard those discussions.

She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't control herself.

A strange sense of anxiety burned in her chest, and she couldn't extinguish it.

It was already dark when I got back to the dormitory.

Diamond Treasure hasn't returned yet; the only light coming from the streetlights outside is in the room.

Poetry and Wine: The lights were off. A man lay quietly in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

About a week left.

She was silently calculating in her mind.

Just one more week and it'll be fine.

'Once we move out of this dorm, everything will be—'

The door was pushed open.

The corridor lights streamed in, and the figure of Diamond Treasure appeared at the doorway.

"Xiao Jiu, you're here. Why aren't the lights on?"

She reached out and pressed the switch, and the room immediately lit up.

Poetry and wine squinted as the sudden light stung their eyes.

Lingzuan Qibao walked in, covered in sweat and looking extremely tired.

"Training went on too late today, I'm starving..."

Her voice was a little hoarse, but she still managed to force a smile.

Poetry and wine made him sit up in bed.

"The cafeteria is still open; you can go and get something to eat."

"Yes, I know..."

Lingzuan Qibao threw her bag on the ground and plopped down on her bed.

The silver-grey horse's ears drooped, and its tail hung listlessly behind it.

She didn't go to the cafeteria immediately, but sat on the bed, head down, and remained silent for a while.

"A little wine."

"Ok?"

"Have you been avoiding me lately?"

The actions of the poet and the wine paused for a moment.

"No."

"But I think..."

The voice of the diamond-cut treasure was somewhat muffled.

"It seems like we haven't spoken in a long time."

"You're very busy."

Poetry and Wine spoke expressionlessly, their tone indifferent.

"I'm very busy too."

"is that so……"

The sound of the Diamond Treasure grew fainter and fainter.

"Then...did I do something wrong?"

"No."

The sounds of poetry and wine are calm.

"You did nothing wrong."

Diamond Treasure raised its head, its light green eyes looking at her.

Those eyes were filled with confusion and unease.

Poetry and wine are no longer on my mind.