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

"Don't push yourself too hard... You seem really tired lately..."

"I know."

Poetry and Wine spoke in a trembling voice.

She didn't look up.

Because she was afraid of seeing something she shouldn't have seen again.

That night, Poetry and Wine lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

The trainers' dormitory was very quiet.

Lingzuan Qibao, who lives in Lidong Dormitory, is already asleep. His silver-gray horse ears droop softly, and his breathing is even and steady.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow on her face.

The only sounds were the occasional chirping of insects outside the window and the distant sound of footsteps being practiced by someone.

Poetry and wine lay motionless in the trainers' dormitory.

Her body was still in pain.

Pain is like the tide, surging in wave after wave and receding wave after wave, never truly stopping.

My brain is also very tired.

It felt like it was being pressed down by something, heavy and unable to turn.

But she couldn't sleep.

Every time I close my eyes, I see many strange images.

And then there was that hallucination of being soaking wet and having vacant eyes.

Whose face is that?

Is it hers?

still--

Someone she didn't know?

Poetry and wine stared wide-eyed at the shadows on the ceiling.

The moonlight divided the ceiling into two parts, light and shadow. The edges of the shadows were somewhat blurred, and if you looked at them for a long time, they seemed to move.

There's still a little while.

She thought to herself.

'We'll be going to the training camp soon.'

'At that time—'

'A change of scenery might make things better.'

'Perhaps those hallucinations will disappear.'

'Perhaps the pain will lessen then.'

'Things will get better.'

She wasn't quite sure.

But that's all she could think.

Outside the window, the moonlight quietly streamed in.

The light shone on the pale face of poetry and wine.

And in her empty eyes.

July 1st.

The summer training camp has finally arrived.

The Treson Academy was shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist, and the air was humid and stuffy.

The sun had just risen, and golden rays spread across the eastern horizon, bathing the entire campus in a warm orange-yellow hue.

Several buses were parked in the square in front of the college's main gate, their silver bodies gleaming in the sunlight.

The vehicle was marked with the words "Trexen Academy - Summer Training Camp Only" and the academy's emblem was also displayed next to it.

A large number of people had already gathered in the square.

The female horses stood in twos and threes, some chatting, some checking their luggage, and others confirming the schedule with their trainers.

Everywhere there were sounds of talking and laughter, and the screech of suitcase wheels on the ground.

Tails of various colors swayed gently behind them.

An atmosphere of anticipation filled the air.

Poetry and Wine stood at the edge of the square, leaning against a large tree, quietly watching the scene before them.

Today she was wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt and dark blue trousers, with a black backpack on her back.

Her face was still very pale, and her dark circles were still very pronounced.

But at least he seemed to be in better spirits than a few days ago.

And we never saw that enigmatic water ghost again.

Poetry and wine stand here, waiting for the training camp team to assemble.

The Diamond Treasure has not yet appeared.

She's probably packing her luggage in her dorm.

Poetry and wine lean against the tree trunk, eyes closed, listening to the surrounding noise.

My body still aches a bit.

The dull pain seeping from between my bones hasn't stopped since I woke up this morning.

But it's much better than before; at least it's bearable and doesn't affect normal activities.

"Poetry and Wine Trainer?"

A light-hearted voice came from the side.

Poetry and wine opened their eyes and turned their heads away.

A girl stood in front of her.

He wasn't tall, you could even say he was a bit short, probably half a head shorter than Shi Yujiu.

Her long black hair was cut neatly and cleanly.

Her eyes were a beautiful pale purple, like wisteria blossoms in spring, bright and lively.

She wore a dark coat with the Tracey Academy badge pinned to her chest, and her overall demeanor was quite composed.

However, she exudes a lively aura.

"Are you a poetry and wine trainer?"

She smiled slightly.

"I am Akashi Tsubaki, and one of the participants in this training camp. I've heard so much about you!"

Akashi Tsubaki.

It seems to be the trainer who gave the speech earlier, the one who studied in France.

Among the group she and her father led this time were three horse girls—Sakura Chiyo, Sakura Keikan, and Sakura Susumu.

They are all horse girls with "cherry blossom" in their names.

Is he the official trainer for the Sakura Army?

It is said that she has a very good relationship with the Cherry Blossom Laurel, like family.

No, they should be a family.

"Trainer Akashi".

Poetry and Wine nodded in greeting.

"Hello."

"No need to be so polite!"

Akashi Tsubaki waved her hand, her pale purple eyes gleaming.

"Just call me Chun! We should be about the same age, right?"

Poetry and wine remained silent.

She's not very good at dealing with enthusiastic people.

Akashi Tsubaki seemed to sense her discomfort, but instead of backing down, she leaned closer and lowered her voice to say:

"I heard you saved your horse from the flood? That's amazing!"

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Poetry and Wine frowned slightly.

"...I just did what I was supposed to do."

"Too modest!"

Akashi Tsubaki shook her head vigorously.

"To rush in and save people in that situation was truly remarkable! My female horse riders, after hearing about it, all said you were—"

"I heard there are twelve teams in total for this training camp."

"Our four teams were traveling together in the car."

Poetry and wine interrupted her; she didn't want to continue the topic.

"Besides you and me, who else?"

Akashi Tsubaki paused for a moment, then quickly recovered.

"Oh, right! And there's also trainer Fumino Nase and trainer Riko Kashimoto."

Fumino Nase?

Why is Riko Kashimoto here?

This name made the poet and the wine slump slightly.

"They should be here soon."

Akashi Tsubaki glanced at her watch.

"The assembly time is 7:30, there are still ten minutes left... Ah, here they come!"

She raised her head and looked towards the other side of the square, her pale purple eyes brightening.

Poetry and wine followed her gaze.

Two people are walking this way.

Walking in front was a young woman who looked to be about the same age as Poetry and Wine.

Her long, dark purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes were a light, pale red.

She wore a dark gray trainer's jacket and walked with a steady gait.

It forms a stark contrast to the lively Akashi Tsubaki next to it.

A horse girl followed behind her.

The horse girl was tall, more than half a head taller than her trainer.

Her long, brown hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, and her eyes were a warm, bright blue.

Her features were gentle and dignified, with a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.