Chapter 617

Foreign language oral?

The clamor and glory of the Arima Kinen were like a boulder thrown into a lake, the ripples it stirred continuing to spread through the racing world for a long time.

Newspaper headlines, television specials, and heated discussions online—nearly every eye was focused on that year-end spectacle and the rising star who had achieved greatness.

Yet Central Treisen Academy, at the heart of the storm, gradually became much more "peaceful." As the year drew to a close, the academy's rhythm was slowly pulled back onto a track no student could escape:

The tense preparation for final exams.

There had never been many races at the end of the year, and after a year of competition, the Horse Girls needed to rest properly at this time as well.

Thus, the cheers and shouts from the training grounds were gradually replaced by the scratch of pens across paper in libraries and classrooms, along with quiet murmurs of memorization and academic discussion.

In the hallways, Horse Girls carrying thick stacks of notes and reference books hurried along. Their faces held less of their usual post-training excitement and more of thoughtful calm.

Beside the dazzling Arima Kinen posters on the bulletin boards, exam schedules for every subject and study room opening hours had quietly been posted.

The blazing restlessness of the racing season that had once filled the air seemed to have been replaced by a more restrained, yet equally pressing kind of pressure.

It was the oppressive feeling of approaching exams—the anxiety of having to firmly etch formulas, theorems, foreign vocabulary, and historical dates into their minds.

That day, textbooks and notes lay spread across a long table in a window-side corner of the academy library.

Kitasan Black bit her pen, brow tightly furrowed as she wrestled with a math