The moment Special Week spoke, Anjing Zhen, who had been watching the track out of the corner of his eye, shifted his attention as well.
Just as the Horse Girl had said, on the straight opposite the stands, a short-haired girl with black hair was visibly picking up speed.
At the same time, Anjing Zhen quickly glanced at the markers and speedometer beside the track.
1,200 meters in 1 minute 14.6 seconds. Her pace... was 0.98 meters per second faster than the previous 200 meters.
Not bad. She had an excellent handle on that acceleration.
That's it. Keep pressuring the front, Little Kita!
As though she had heard his thoughts, Kitasan Black, her eyes fixed firmly on the figure ahead, lowered her posture once more.
The ones in front... weren't they running a little too leisurely?
At this rate... I'm barely using any stamina at all.
Why couldn't it have been this easy when I raced Senior Yamato...?
Forget it. I'll think about that later.
Right now...
Sorry, but you can't win with a lead like that.
The thought flashed through her mind as she drove hard with her rear foot. In Kitasan Black's eyes, the figure ahead drew closer and closer.
The commentators and spectators erupted.
"Once again! Just like her previous strategy, Kitasan Black is the first to make her move!
"We're at the Third Turn now, and Susan Muse's lead is steadily shrinking.
"Two horse lengths... one horse length...
"Susan Muse doesn't seem willing to give up first place! She's still holding on—she's accelerating too!
"However! Kitasan Black has accelerated as well!
"The gap is closing! Can Kitasan Black overtake her?!
"She's passed her!
"In the middle section of the Third Turn, Kitasan Black overtook Susan Muse after accelerating twice!
"Kitasan Black is now in the lead!