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

She exudes a gentle and inclusive aura.

She's like a mature mother, making you want to get close to her and act cute.

That must be Fumino Naze and her horse girl super small bay.

The person walking behind—

Poetry and Wine's gaze settled on her.

A woman with a mature demeanor.

She looks to be in her early twenties, with a tall and slender figure.

Long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering slightly in the morning light.

Her pale golden eyes looked toward Poetry and Wine.

She was accompanied by a horse girl.

The horse girl had long, jet-black hair, and her black horse ears stood up high, exuding a cold and aloof aura.

Her skin was a healthy wheat color, which stood out among the fair-skinned horse girls around her.

His blue eyes swept coldly around, his expression blank.

With a slight downturn at the corners of his mouth, he exuded an aura that said "keep away."

It should be Riko Kashimoto and Kichicho.

As Shi Yujiu watched the woman walk towards him, a complex emotion welled up inside him.

After all, her relationship with Riko Kashimoto wasn't very good.

I wonder what Riko Kashimoto was thinking about poetry and wine.

Why would she pay those expenses for herself?

It wasn't until Shi Yujiu went to sign the waiver that he realized his emergency contact was actually Riko Kashimoto.

Poetry and wine owe her so much now.

The combined medical expenses from the previous visits amounted to a sum she simply couldn't afford to pay off in a short period of time.

And the only thing she can do now is—

It's about buying an insurance policy and listing the other person's name as the beneficiary.

Hehe, just you wait.

I'll pay you back right away.

"Poetry and wine."

Riko Kashimoto's voice rang out in front of her.

His tone was flat, and you couldn't tell what emotions he was expressing.

Poetry and Wine snapped out of their reverie and found that Riko Kashimoto had already walked up to her.

Pale golden eyes were quietly watching her.

Unlike the coldness I remembered, there seemed to be something else in that gaze.

...examine.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Riko Kashimoto said.

"……haven't seen you for a long time."

The sounds of poetry and wine are somewhat dry.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

There were some unpleasant memories of the past between the two.

Poetry and wine have something to say.

But the words stuck in his throat.

This isn't the place to talk about these things.

There were too many people around.

"You look terrible."

Riko Kashimoto spoke up.

His tone was calm, but it carried a certain concern.

Could it be that...?

This surprised both Poetry and Wine.

"Your body hasn't fully recovered yet?"

"……fine."

The black-haired girl looked away, avoiding eye contact with Riko Kashimoto.

"I'm just a little tired."

Riko Kashimoto was silent for a second.

A curious gaze lingered on her face for a moment, as if trying to discern whether she was telling the truth.

Then she said calmly:

"The training intensity during the training camp is quite high. Don't push yourself."

She paused, then added:

"Now that you're in trouble, no one will pay back the money you owe me."

This is a very blunt statement, even somewhat harsh.

However, it was a kind of awkward concern.

"……I see."

Poetry and wine speak in hushed tones.

"Thank you."

Riko Kashimoto did not respond.

She nodded slightly, then turned and walked away.

Ji Zhao followed behind her, his calm face expressionless, but his blue eyes curiously swept over Shi Yujiu.

'What is this?'

Ji Zhao seemed to want to say something, but when she saw her trainer walk away, she followed him away.

Poetry and wine stood there, watching their departing figures.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

This black-haired horsewoman probably thought of something very impolite.

"Poetry and Wine Trainer"

Another voice sounded from the side.

Poetry and Wine turned around and saw that Fumino Nase was also walking over.

Her long purple hair swayed gently in the morning breeze.

"I am Fumino Nase."

she says.

Please take good care of me during this training camp.

"...Please take care of me."

Poetry and Wine nodded.

Behind Fumino Naze, the super small bay peeked out, and Asahi and Sake smiled slightly.

Her smile was gentle, like the warmth of sunlight shining through the clouds.

Wow, this tiny bay is big enough to be my mom's mouth.

"hello."

Her voice was also very gentle.

"I'm Super Little Bay. I heard you were injured before? Are you feeling better now?"

Poetry and wine are somewhat incompatible.

"...Much better. Thank you."

She gave a brief answer.

"That's good."

Super Cove smiled, its brown horse ears swaying gently.

"If you feel unwell during the training camp, please be sure to tell me. Don't try to tough it out."

Poetry and Wine looked at her gentle face and remained silent for a second.

"…I see."

"Little wine—!"

A familiar voice came from afar.

Poetry and Wine turned their heads and saw Diamond Treasure running towards them.

Her long, silver-gray hair flowed behind her, and her silver-gray horse ears swayed excitedly.

She was dragging a blue suitcase covered with various cute stickers.

"Little Jiu! I'm here!"

She ran to the poetry and wine, then stopped, panting.

The silver-gray horse's ears trembled slightly as it ran, and its tail wagged excitedly behind it.

"Sorry, sorry, packing took a little longer..."

"fine."

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 104 The Path of the Training Camp, a Grand Serialized Series

Poetry and wine gaze upon the exquisite diamonds and treasures.

"There's still time."

"Great!"

Diamond Treasure laughed happily, her light green eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"I can't wait! I heard Hokkaido is cool and has lots of delicious food!"

Poetry and Wine looked at her radiant smiling face and remained silent for a second.

Then, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Let's go."

she says.

"It's time to get on the bus."

after a while.

The bus engine roared as it slowly drove out of the gates of Treson Academy.

Poetry and Wine lean back in their chairs, their gaze aimlessly following the fleeting scenery outside the window.

The scenery outside the window was rushing past.