You Don't Understand Anything At All!

A-Zhen—had taken all the responsibility onto himself? Said it was his poor communication that had put pressure on her?

It had clearly been her who lost control and exploded in the meeting, then fled in disgrace, leaving the mess for them to clean up—

No, it hadn't been just this once.

This realization was like an icy key, suddenly unlocking a door she had never properly examined.

Behind it lay countless details she had overlooked, blurred fragments: the fleeting exhaustion that occasionally showed through, the "It's already taken care of," "Leave it to me," and "Focus on your training" that had always been brushed off so lightly.

She had only noticed that every dream she spoke of, every "I want to win," even every offhand mention of "I want to run farther," had been firmly remembered by him, then transformed into clear plans that steadily unfolded along the road before her.

She had only focused on running with all her strength down that road, yet it seemed that she had never truly turned around to see just how much unseen effort the figure silently walking ahead of her had put in to smooth it out.

She worked hard too, and her efforts could be measured with a stopwatch, built up through training volume, poured out in sweat and even tears. They were visible, tangible.

But what about A-Zhen's efforts? Like today's sudden, malicious confrontation—how much did he have to think through beforehand, how much did he have to prepare, and how much did he have to face and negotiate afterward just to barely "resolve" it?

And in the places she couldn't see, while she immersed herself in the joy of victory or focused on preparing for the next race, how many conflicts and pressures like today's—or even more difficult ones—had