After explaining, Anjing Zhen looked at the enlightened expression on California Spangle's face and smiled.
"California, you should understand as well. In this state, even if Little Kita has enough stamina to run another race, there's still a certain risk that mental fatigue could affect her.
"So..."
"OK, I understand."
Before Anjing Zhen could finish, California Spangle nodded quickly.
Then, ignoring the bitter smile forming on Anjing Zhen's lips, she turned to Kitasan Black.
"Looks like our turf showdown will have to wait a couple of days."
With a smile and a shrug, she thought for a moment, took a pen from her pocket, casually tore off a blank section of her examination report, scribbled something on it, and handed it to Kitasan Black.
"This is my contact information, along with my hotel room number.
"I'll be waiting for your call, charming Miss Black."
Smiling, she turned away. Tilting her head, she blew Kitasan Black a kiss, gave a wink, and walked off.
Kitasan Black stood there blankly, while Almond Eye's face was full of surprise. Anjing Zhen watched California Spangle's departing back, gave a wry smile, shook his head, and muttered, "Is she really an american horse girl? Why does she act like some French flirt...?"
After muttering that, he looked at Kitasan Black and explained, "We were just saying that the turf race can be held in a few days.
"Anyway, we'll be staying here for over half a month. We have plenty of time.
"Besides, Almond Eye might be fine, but Little Kita, you just got off the plane and ran such an intense Practice Race. You need to go back to your room and rest, understand?"
"...Huh? Oh, okay..."
Blankly drawing back her gaze, Kitasan Black looked a little regretful, but she still nodded repeatedly. "Okay...