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

She picked up the chalk and tapped it lightly twice on the podium, quickly reviewing the class seating chart in her mind.

'Looks like I'll have to put her next to a more outgoing and enthusiastic horse girl. Hopefully, that'll melt this ice...'

……

The perspective shifts back to the corridor.

Poetry and wine did not go straight back to the dormitory as Naritaji had expected.

The corridor of the teaching building was even quieter than before.

She walked straight toward the location of the warehouse.

As she walked, she took out the student handbook from her bag again and carefully checked the campus map by the sunlight streaming through the window.

The warehouse... is behind the administration building.

Actually, she didn't necessarily have to go pick up her clothes now.

Narita made it very clear that the teacher in charge had probably already left work, and the other party also promised to take her there when the teacher came back to work in the afternoon.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably agree without hesitation.

But poetry and wine are not.

She developed a habit during her years working in the factory.

Never owe anyone a favor, and never rely on the kindness of others.

'If I wait until the afternoon to go back, it means I'll have to face that class monitor's excessive enthusiasm again.'

'To be taken care of in full view of everyone, and possibly even forced to engage in small talk along the way.'

Just imagining that scene makes Poetry and Wine feel that it's more tiring than having her work three extra hours on an assembly line.

'Instead of doing that, let's go now.'

Even if the teacher isn't there, I'll wait at the warehouse entrance. As long as someone comes, or the teacher comes back to get something, I can grab the clothes and leave.

Hehe, when it comes to poetry and wine, a passionate horse girl is more terrifying than tens of thousands of cold-blooded horse girls.

Even if it takes an hour or two, it's still much more worthwhile than incurring a "favor."

For poetry and wine, solitude is both their hardest shell and their most comfortable safe haven.

Only by adopting a cold attitude towards others can she overcome her fear of social interaction.

Thinking this, Poetry and Wine's eyes turned cold again.

She closed the manual and carried her old, peeling sports bag towards the warehouse.

I walked along the path behind the administration building for about two or three minutes.

The heavy iron gate of the warehouse came into view.

at this time.

A male teacher with graying temples was standing in front of the door, looking down and fiddling with a large bunch of keys at his waist.

The metal clanged together, producing a crisp, clattering sound.

Hearing the footsteps of students behind him, the old teacher stopped what he was doing.

He turned around, pushed up his reading glasses, and his gaze fell on poetry and wine.

"Are you a freshman?"

He said it in a casual tone.

"Luckily, I just finished eating and came back to open the door. If you're here to pick up your uniform, please give me your class and student ID number before coming in."

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"Class A7, Senior Division, student ID number 230704."

The voice of poetry and wine was cool and clear. She reached into the inner pocket of her old sports bag and pulled out a brand-new student ID, handing it to the teacher in front of her.

The old teacher pushed up his glasses, squinted, and carefully checked the information.

After confirming that everything was correct, he picked out a brass key from the large, rattling keychain at his waist and inserted it into the heavy iron door lock.

"Click".

The latch clicked open with a crisp sound.

But when the teacher gripped the handle and pulled hard outwards, the heavy iron door didn't budge, emitting a tooth-grinding scraping sound as if it were rusted shut.

"Oh dear... this old door hinge is acting up again."

The old teacher tried twice, but the iron gate didn't budge.

He reluctantly let go, turned to look at the poetry and wine, and looked apologetic.

"Excuse me, could you please do me a favor?"

"This door is quite old. I wasn't careful when I closed it and it got stuck. I can't pull it out with my old bones."

"it is good."

Poetry and Wine nodded.

She stepped forward and walked to the dark iron gate with its rust.

My palm pressed against the cold, hard metal surface, my fingertips tightened slightly, and I felt the resistance of the door hinge.

Without any preparation, she simply relaxed her shoulders and engaged her core muscles.

Then--

Push hard.

"boom--!!"

It was accompanied by a dull, loud bang.

The iron gate, which had been impregnable just moments before, was instantly forced open by brute force.

It crashed heavily onto the inner bumper pad, shaking off a layer of accumulated dust from the door frame.

The air currents swirled up dust, but poetry and wine didn't even blink.

She calmly withdrew her hand, as if she had just pushed open a paper door.

The old teacher stared blankly for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of admiration.

"Tsk tsk... As expected of Ma Niang."

He patted his lower back, his tone tinged with nostalgia.

"I'm getting old. Back in my youth, I could hold my own against Ma Niang."

Then, the teacher waved and led the poetry and wine into the depths of the warehouse, which was filled with the smell of plastic and fabric.

Rows of shelves were piled high with unopened clothing and other supplies.

The teacher walked to the area marked with sizes and skillfully began to take things off the shelves.

"A pair of running shoes."

"There are also ten sets of standard clothing for new students."

He took inventory while explaining things gently.

"There are two sets of standard training uniforms, two long and two short, for a total of four sets; two sets of summer uniforms and two sets of winter uniforms; one swimsuit and one set of gymnastics uniform for competition."

As he recited the list, the stack of clothes grew higher and higher, eventually forming a rickety little mountain in his arms.

"...Huh?"

Poetry and wine's pupils dilated slightly.

She looked at the pile of clothes, and a look of surprise and bewilderment appeared on her usually expressionless face.

So many... clothes?

'And... they were all distributed to every single person?'

Images from her past life flashed through her mind.

At that time, she only had two pairs of jeans that had become stiff from washing and a few T-shirts bought from street stalls.

To save money, she even dared to wear only her own clothes in the dead of winter instead of buying new ones.

Now, just by enrolling in school, I already have ten sets of brand-new, high-quality clothes.

This huge sense of disparity shocked her perception, leaving her somewhat dazed for a moment.

The veteran teachers seemed to be quite used to this kind of reaction from the new students.

He held the pile of clothes, smiled, and glanced at the poetry and wine.

"Surprised? Haha, many women from ordinary families have the exact same expression as you when they come to collect their clothes."

He explained:

“Think about it carefully. Ma Niang’s exercise level is several times that of an average person. Her training clothes are basically soaked after every run, and it’s common for her to change two or three sets a day.”

"Plus, with the changing seasons, without so many reserves, there simply wouldn't be enough time to wash and dry them."

As he spoke, he carried the heavy pile of clothes to the poetry and wine pavilion and handed them over with some difficulty.

"Well, this pile is quite heavy and not easy to carry. Do you want to call a friend or roommate to help you move it?"

The word "friend" gently pierced the eardrums of poetry and wine.

She snapped out of her daze, her gaze lingering on the pile of clothes for a moment before quickly returning to her indifferent state.

"no need."

She unzipped the old gym bag and deftly stuffed several smaller leotards and swimsuits into it.

Then she reached out and steadily took the remaining large stack of uniforms and training clothes.

The tall pile of clothes covered half of her chin, but her arm remained motionless, as steady as a rock.

"I can manage on my own."

She gave a slight bow, her tone still lacking in warmth, but her manners were impeccable.

Thank you for your help.

Upon hearing this, the veteran teacher didn't insist any further, but simply waved his hand:

"It's nothing, it's my duty. Watch where you're going on your way back to the dorm, and be careful not to fall."

"I have to wait here for the other students, so I won't see you out."

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Yujiu, carrying the pile of clothes, turned and walked out of the warehouse.

She walked alone on the way back to Lidongliao.

The new clothes in my arms smelled nice, like cotton; they were heavy, but surprisingly not unpleasant.

After walking for more than ten minutes.

Poetry and Wine, carrying the heavy pile of clothes, finally returned to Lidongliao.

Looking into the hall, it was completely empty; there was no sign of any horse girls.

The enthusiastic dorm leader, Fujikishi, who was there this morning, is not here either; he may have gone to the cafeteria for lunch or to take care of other matters.

Poetry and wine: Take a deep breath and adjust your balance.

The sound of fabric rubbing against fabric echoed in the quiet corridor.

Because of the pile of clothes that was higher than his chin, his view was obstructed.

She carefully watched the steps beneath her feet and slowly made her way up to the third floor.

Standing in front of room 302, the fingertips of poetry and wine hovered over the door, hesitating whether to knock.

After a brief moment of thought, she withdrew her hand.