Amid the cheers filling the stadium, Special Week naturally had her share.
"That's great! Little Kita, you're amazing! First! First place! Three consecutive wins! Little Kita, you're incredible!"
She jumped and babbled incoherently, frantically waving both hands without caring whether the black haired girl on the track, arms raised high, could see her.
"Hey—Little Kita—I saw it—it was an amazing race—"
As she shouted, her voice gradually lowered. She rubbed her throat and coughed dryly a few times, then turned toward the person beside her with an embarrassed look.
"Cough, cough... Sorry, Trainer Yasui. I got too excited. I didn't scare you, did I?"
After asking, she froze for a moment.
Anjing Zhen was not looking at her, nor was he shouting excitedly like everyone else.
The trainer wore an indescribable expression as he breathed heavily, gripping the railing in front of him tightly while staring fixedly at Kitasan Black on the track.
Seeing this, Special Week felt both puzzled and worried.
"Um... Trainer Yasui, are you okay...?"
Only after she asked several times did she see Anjing Zhen snap back to his senses and look over.
"Huh? What... Oh, I'm okay."
He smiled, waved a hand, and began packing up his binoculars and other equipment. Then he pointed toward the passageway behind the stands.
"I'm going to check on Little Kita's post-race examination. Do you want to come with me, or stay here and keep watching the races?"
Special Week hesitated.
She felt that Anjing Zhen's mood seemed a little strange.
After learning from Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka that Kitasan Black had debuted, she had been happy for quite some time.
Especially after learning that her junior had successfully debuted, won twice in a row, and was about to enter the first graded race of her career, she had