Conversely, insufficient burst speed posed the same problem.
The racing environment was extremely complex, and the opportunities to accelerate at the right moment were very limited.
If the timing was off, accelerating would cost more time and effort, which was equally wasteful of stamina.
If a single burst was not enough, she would have to find a way to make up for it afterward. Just like overexerting herself in a burst, that could cause her to miss out on victory.
However, Anjing Zhen was not worried about this.
It was not something that could be resolved overnight; it could only be addressed through long-term specialized training.
And just like her sense of rhythm, Kitasan Black had never stopped working on this.
She simply did not realize that the poses and hand gestures she practiced every morning, noon, and night were compensating for her weaknesses—and that they had already begun to show results without her noticing.
Analyzing and judging the situation, then giving instructions during a race that allowed her to play to her strengths and avoid her weaknesses, was the Trainer's responsibility to begin with.
Anjing Zhen was already sufficiently confident in this area, and he had incorporated it into her training.
Likewise, the black-haired girl currently running alongside her seniors on the track did not yet know about these arrangements.
"Finish line! Alright, this set is over. Take a quick break, and we'll begin the next set in five minutes!"
After passing the temporary finish line directly in front of Anjing Zhen and hearing his instructions, Kitasan Black slowed down, adjusted her breathing, and turned to nod vigorously.
"Yes! Understood, Trainer!"
Then she bowed to Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka ahead of her.
"Thank you both for your help, Seniors!"
"Oh my, oh my, I've told you so many times,