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

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: What's so good about Chapter 94? (Six more chapters today)

"Let's go eat."

Poetry and wine.

Her voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Otherwise, the cafeteria will have to close down."

"……it is good."

Diamond Treasure stood up slowly, as if somewhat reluctant.

Her silver-grey ears drooped, and her tail hung listlessly behind her, swaying gently with her movements.

She walked slowly toward the door, her steps heavy.

She suddenly stopped when she reached the door.

He placed his hand on the doorknob, but didn't push it open.

Diamond Treasure turned around.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, casting a faint golden hue on her profile.

Her long, silver hair shimmered slightly in the light, like some kind of soft silk.

"A little wine."

She called her name.

"Ok?"

Poetry and Wine looked up at her.

Lingzuan Qibao stood there, a complex emotion swirling in her light green eyes.

It's as if they want to say something, but don't know how to start.

The silver-gray horse ears twitched slightly, as if in hesitation.

Several seconds passed before she spoke.

Anyway... thank you for coming to watch my match.

Her voice carried a hint of caution.

"That day was really fun."

After saying that, she pushed open the door and left.

There was no response from poetry and wine.

The door closed softly behind me, making a barely audible "click".

The room fell silent again.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, casting long shadows on the floor.

Poetry and Wine sat on the bed, staring at the closed door, motionless for a long time.

'She did nothing wrong.'

"That's what the black-haired horse girl said to herself."

'I was the one who was wrong.'

'I was too greedy.'

She looked down at her hands.

Her fingers were slender and delicate, and her skin was fair.

At least in another world, these hands saved a life.

'Do you want her to be grateful for the sacrifices she's unaware of?'

Lingzuan Qibao and Shiyujiu were classmates in the same year and roommates in the same dormitory.

That's it.

'This idea—'

'It's ridiculous in itself.'

Poetry and wine: Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Just one more week.

Something was throbbing in her chest, but she couldn't tell if it was physical or psychological pain.

"Everything will be alright in a week."

But things didn't get better.

As the days went by, the state of his poetry and wine actually deteriorated.

The insomnia became more severe.

Sometimes she could lie in bed all night with her eyes open, her mind racing with all sorts of random thoughts.

The shadows on the ceiling change shape as the moonlight moves.

Sometimes it looks like a face, sometimes like a hand, and sometimes like something she doesn't recognize.

She could still hear someone calling her name from the depths of her soul.

She knew it was just a trick of light and shadow.

It's just a visual illusion.

But I still couldn't resist watching it.

I kept watching, kept watching, until the sky changed from pitch black to deep blue, from deep blue to grayish-white, and from grayish-white to pale white.

Then I drifted off to sleep.

Finally, I was woken up by the alarm clock and dragged my tired body to class.

Every morning when she wakes up, Shi Yujiu feels even more tired than before she went to sleep.

On the opposite bed, Diamond Baby was still asleep.

Her long, silver-gray hair was scattered on the pillow, and her horse ears drooped softly.

A faint smile played on her lips; she was probably having a sweet dream.

I glanced at her during the poetry and wine party.

Then I looked away, got out of bed, washed up, changed my clothes, and went out.

I look more and more haggard in the mirror every day.

My dark circles are getting worse and worse, like two deep shadows have been drawn under my eyes.

His face grew paler and paler, devoid of any color, like some kind of lifeless porcelain.

Her lips were also chapped because she always forgot to drink water.

She looked at herself in the mirror and felt that her face was unfamiliar.

It's like looking at a complete stranger.

His temper also got worse and worse.

Everyone knows.

But she just couldn't control herself.

Oh shit.

Poetry and wine are becoming more and more like a hedgehog, raising its quills at anyone who gets close.

Two more days passed.

After the morning classes ended, the students in the classroom stood up in twos and threes, packed up their things, and prepared to go to lunch.

Everywhere was filled with the sounds of talking and chairs being moved, noisy and bustling.

Sunlight streamed in through the windows, making the classroom bright and warm.

Poetry and Wine sat in their seats, slowly tidying up the textbooks on the table.

Her movements were slow, and each movement required a huge amount of energy.

Her mind was still foggy; she hadn't heard a single word the teacher had said in the previous class.

"Poetry and wine are my companions, this is—"

A voice came from the side.

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

Her golden hair was neatly combed behind her ears, her purple-gold eyes were serious and focused, and her face had a very gentle expression.

"Just put it there."

Poetry and Wine interrupted her coldly without even looking up.

Narita Road paused for a moment.

A hint of confusion flashed in his purple-gold eyes, and his pale gold horse ears twitched slightly.

"Uh... okay."

She hesitated for a second, then continued:

"Um, there are some changes to next week's training schedule, could you take a look—"

"I said put it there."

Poetry and wine finally raised their heads, their deep black eyes devoid of any warmth.

"I will watch it."

Narita's words caught in his throat.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

But in the end, he swallowed it back.

"……All right."

Narita put the documents on the table and walked away silently.

The girl's soft horse ears drooped slightly, and her tail hung listlessly, showing the golden-haired squad leader's disappointment.

Some classmates nearby were whispering among themselves.

"What's wrong with Poetry and Wine lately...?"

"I don't know, she seems to have a really bad temper..."

"Is the training pressure too much?"

Poetry and Wine heard the whispers, but she couldn't be bothered to pay them any attention.

He stood up, picked up his things, and walked out of the classroom.

The chatter behind me gradually faded away, drowned out by the noise in the corridor.

I just grabbed a quick bite at the cafeteria for lunch.

I can't taste anything at all.

The rice felt like cotton, the vegetables like plastic, and everything turned into some kind of meaningless filler in my mouth.

It tastes awful.

Poetry and wine mechanically chewed and swallowed the food.

Then he stood up, put his tray back in the recycling bin, and left the cafeteria.

The afternoon classes were spent in a daze.

The air conditioning in the classroom was on full blast, and the cool air blowing down from above made people drowsy.