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

She staggered several steps, nearly running off the track, before finally managing to stop.

Poetry and Wine hunched over, hands on their knees, panting heavily.

My chest heaved violently, and each breath was accompanied by a sharp pain.

My lungs felt like they had been burned; they were hot and painful.

Her heart was still pounding wildly, each beat making her dizzy.

Sweat slid down his forehead, down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground.

The beads of sweat fell onto the grass, were quickly absorbed, and disappeared.

There were people watching her.

She could feel those gazes.

Burning, curious, worried.

It came from all directions and landed on her.

And those whispering sounds—

"What happened to that person...?"

"You ran too fast, aren't you feeling unwell?"

"Should we go over and take a look?"

"Forget it, he doesn't look like someone to mess with..."

But those sounds sounded very, very far away, as if they were coming from behind a pane of glass.

Poetry and wine—I can't hear anything anymore.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 96, Wonderland.

Heavy, rapid, one after another.

It got louder and louder...

It's like something is counting down...

Another day has passed.

After class that day, Narita stopped her in the corridor.

There weren't many people in the corridor; most of the students had already gone to have dinner.

The sunlight streaming in through the windows bathed the corridor in a warm orange-red hue.

Narita stood in front of her, blocking her way.

Golden strands of hair shimmered slightly in the sunset light, and beautiful purple-gold eyes were fixed intently on poetry and wine.

Those eyes revealed a somewhat hurt expression on their owner's face.

However, there was more confusion and unease.

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The horse's ears on Narita Road tilted slightly forward, displaying a serious expression.

"Poetry and Wine, wait a minute—"

"What?"

Poetry and wine paused, their tone unfriendly.

She's not in the mood to talk to anyone right now.

They had no desire to accept anyone's concern.

She just wanted to be alone.

What's wrong with you lately?

Narita frowned, his expression clearly showing worry.

His purplish-gold eyes stared intently at the poetry and wine.

"He's easily distracted in class, irritable during training, and aloof towards everyone..."

She paused, then softened her voice.

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

Wow, it's the golden retriever class monitor with the good intention of wanting to help!

If it were just ordinary poetry and wine, perhaps they would appreciate this concern.

Then say, "Thank you, but I'm fine."

But now—

"No."

she says.

She just felt annoyed.

The feeling of being spied on made her extremely uncomfortable.

"How could there not be! Look at yourself—"

"I said no, and that's final!"

Poetry and Wine suddenly turned around, their eyes icy cold.

"Can't you mind your own business?"

"As the class monitor, it's my responsibility to care for my classmates—"

"Then I'm telling you now, I don't need your concern."

Poetry and wine are spoken of word by word.

"Did you understand?"

Narita Road was stunned.

She looked into the eyes of poetry and wine.

Then, to my surprise, I discovered something else in those beautiful black eyes besides indifference.

Fear? Despair?

Poetry and wine today are like a wild beast cornered.

"…All right."

Narita took a step back, his voice somewhat stiff.

She turned and left.

The corridor was relatively quiet, with only distant noises.

Poetry and Wine stood there, watching her figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

'calm. '

Suddenly, Poetry and Wine covered their faces.

Her fair fingers twisted, and regret began to well up in her eyes.

Calm down.

'They just care about you.'

'You shouldn't treat them like that.'

Poetry and wine trembled uncontrollably.

'But I really can't hold on much longer.'

Two more days.

I'll be going back in two days.

'what do I do?'

What should I do?

When Poetry and Wine returned to the dormitory, Diamond Treasure had already been there for quite some time.

She was sitting on the bed, flipping through some documents.

Upon seeing Poetry and Wine enter, the silver-gray horse ears twitched slightly.

"Xiao Jiu, you're back."

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine walked to their bedside and began to change their clothes.

After changing her clothes, she lay down on the bed with her back to the Diamond Treasure.

The room was quiet for a while.

"Xiao Jiu...are you asleep?"

The voice of Diamond Treasure rang out.

"No."

"Have you been...worried about something lately?"

"No."

The sounds of poetry and wine are muffled.

"Go to sleep."

"But--"

"I said no, and that means no."

Poetry and Wine suddenly raised their voices, startling even themselves with their own slightly hoarse voices.

"Can you please stop asking?"

The room fell silent for a moment.

"……sorry."

Lingzuan Qibao's voice was soft, filled with grievance and confusion.

"I was just worried about you..."

"I don't need you to worry."

Poetry and wine turned over, their backs to her.

Lingzuan Qibao remained silent.

Silence fell back into the room.

After a long time, Poetry and Wine heard a faint sound coming from the other side.

It's the sound of a blanket rubbing together.

Then came a very soft sigh.

Poetry and wine, eyes closed, fingernails digging deep into palms.

'sorry.'

She thought to herself.

'I just...'

'I'm a little... scared...'