In California Spangle's impression, a Trainer capable of guiding someone like Kitasan Black to win three G1 races in her Classic Year was either an experienced old man in his fifties or sixties, or a shrewd and capable middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.
There were Trainers in their early twenties as well, but they were exceedingly rare—one might not appear for who knew how long.
Yet the young man before her did not even look twenty.
He had neat short hair, well-defined features, and lively eyes. Even though California Spangle had not met many Easterners, she thought Anjing Zhen was not only handsome, but the kind of handsome that grew on one.
He was also tall and straight, with the agile, sturdy build of someone who had exercised for years. Every gesture he made carried the high spirits unique to young men—or even boys.
Yet within that spirit was a composure that did not match his age. His eyes, for instance, were clear and confident, with a faintly thoughtful air.
Looking at his energetic face and overall bearing, California Spangle, who was used to mature and steady Trainers, immediately became interested in Anjing Zhen.
"Anjing Zhen—okay, I understand."
After briefly responding to Almond Eye, California Spangle smiled, proactively stepped forward to Anjing Zhen, and held out her hand.
"Hello, Mr. Anjing Zhen. I'm California Spangle. It's a pleasure to meet such an outstanding Trainer."
Anjing Zhen also extended his hand. He froze slightly at her words, then naturally shook her hand and replied in fluent english.
"Just an undeserved reputation. You flatter me, Ms. California Spangle."
"On the contrary, I've long admired your name. I never expected we would meet here by chance. Thank you very much for your proposal. For Kitasan Black, this is undoubtedly a rare