Before an important race, it was common practice in the industry for Trainers to gather information on their opponents, including watching their training from the sidelines, as long as they did not interfere with it.
There were other Trainers outside the training grounds at the moment as well. Some watched openly and without reservation, while others, perhaps still unaccustomed to this approach, seemed rather hesitant.
However, there were not many like Anjing Zhen who had brought Kitasan Black along with him. Fortunately, training was going on everywhere at the moment, and the dull pounding of hooves on the track intertwined with Trainers' instructions, making the atmosphere somewhat noisy. The two of them did not draw much attention.
After watching for a while longer, Wanlai Zhengming had clearly moved on to her next training drill.
On the other side of the railing stood what was clearly this Horse Girl's Trainer, a middle-aged man with a shy-looking face.
Beyond the railing, apart from Wanlai Zhengming, several other Horse Girls stood with her at the entrance to a turn.
Once the Horse Girls were ready, the middle-aged man's instructions were similar to Anjing Zhen's instructions for Kitasan Black. He counted down, raised a hand, then swung it down.
The difference was that after waving his hand, he raised it and waved it again.
When he waved the first time, Wanlai Zhengming did not move. The other Horse Girls were the ones who shot forward.
Those Horse Girls had clearly been instructed beforehand. This time, they were serving as Wanlai Zhengming's training partners, maintaining virtually textbook-perfect form as they entered the turn.
Their stride lengths were appropriately short, their bodies leaned sharply, and their routes followed the curve of the turn as closely as possible.
There were differences among them as well, namely the