The Instructor's First Trial?

Anjing Zhen watched Kitasan Black's crimson eyes light up in an instant. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he nodded.

"Mm, it's a rare opportunity. The atmosphere of an Exhibition Race is more relaxed, with the focus on presentation and exchange. It would be a great experience for Anzu. And besides..."

He paused and looked at Kitasan Black. "For you, it would also be valuable practical experience in coaching."

"That's great! Then I'll get to see Senior Oguri Cap and the others again!"

After receiving confirmation, Kitasan Black's eyes shone even brighter. But in the next second, a crucial piece of information suddenly hit her.

Having me try to coach Anzu means... The excitement on her face instantly froze. Kitasan Black blinked as though she had misheard, then raised a finger to point at her own nose, disbelief filling her voice. "W-wait—A-Zhen, did you just say... you want me to coach her? M-me, coaching Little Anzu?!"

As she spoke, her mind began racing on its own.

Letting Little Anzu compete alongside legendary seniors would definitely be a rare opportunity... It's kind of like how A-Zhen coached me before—finding ways to arrange races for me against lots of seniors. If I think of it that way, racing Senior Oguri Cap would definitely be hugely beneficial to Anzu's future debut and growth!

But the problem is, with me coaching her... c-can I really do it?

Though she had been desperately studying these past few days, all those complicated theories and data... As she mulled it over, a mixture of nervousness and eager anticipation surged through her. Kitasan Black unconsciously clenched her fists.

Anzu, who had been named, reacted even more directly.

Her mouth fell slightly open at first, as if she had not heard clearly. Her gaze drifted blankly between