It's Like Anjing is Speaking

It Was Just Like Anjing Zhen Speaking

When Anjing Zhen instinctively looked toward Kitasan Black, he found her staring at Kikou Misuzu in surprise, seemingly about to turn and look his way.

He hurriedly averted his gaze and casually walked over to the training equipment arranged in the corner of the room, saying offhandedly, "Yeah, I really hadn't mentioned it specifically. It wasn't anything that needed special emphasis, anyway..."

He patted the whiteboard leaning against the wall and changed the subject.

"There's no projector here, so it looks like we'll have to use this whiteboard. Little Kita, is that okay?"

He changed the subject naturally, and everyone's attention was indeed drawn over.

"Mm-hm! No problem!"

Kitasan Black immediately responded, then hurried over and moved the somewhat heavy whiteboard with Anjing Zhen to the table in the middle of the room.

Seeing this, the others also helped arrange the tables and chairs, quickly setting up the room the way they normally did for team meetings and tactical analysis.

But this time, the one standing before the whiteboard was not Anjing Zhen.

It was Kitasan Black, whose face was clearly tense and somewhat uneasy.

Even before coming to the Preparation Room, Kitasan Black had known that while Anjing Zhen would likely offer occasional reminders as he had on the training grounds, the tactical planning and on-the-spot direction for this race would mainly depend on her, the "assistant."

But when she thought of having to independently analyze strategy and issue instructions—and especially after she had just made the habitual mistake of thinking in terms of front-running—she could not help worrying that she might mess something up again.

That unease became even more apparent the moment she stood in front of the whiteboard and picked up a pen.

However, before she could adjust herself,