After eagerly asking follow-up questions, Almond Eye said somewhat indignantly, "I also think Senior Little Kita should be the most popular. After all, she's so amazing..."
At that moment, Anjing Zhen reacted as well. Somewhat helplessly rubbing his forehead, he interrupted:
"Alright, Almond Eye. Didn't I explain this to you before? Little Kita hasn't raced for a full four months, so it's normal for her popularity to shift.
"And besides, the outcome of a race isn't decided by popularity. Otherwise, there'd be no need to race at all—we could just hand out prizes according to popularity.
"So rather than talking about popularity right now, why don't you cheer properly for your Senior Little Kita?"
As he spoke, his gaze shifted. He pointed toward the screen across from the stands, then gestured around the spectator seats.
"Look. The cheers for Little Kita aren't any weaker than anyone else's, are they?"
Just as Anjing Zhen had said, when a familiar figure appeared on the screen, the air at Kyoto Racecourse seemed to ignite under some invisible force, erupting with an astonishing roar.
The spectators in one section of the stands rose to their feet in unison amid the thunderous noise, waving black, gold, and red flags with obvious practiced precision.
Those three colors happened to be the main tones of Kitasan Black's Victory Outfit.
At the same time, led by those fervent fans, the cheers and clamor in the stands gradually became unified. The name "Kitasan Black" surged through the entire racecourse, wave after wave.
When Anjing Zhen had interrupted her earlier, Almond Eye had still felt somewhat dissatisfied, even a little unconvinced.
As far as she was concerned, things were exactly as she had said. Even if Senior Little Kita had not raced for several months, she was still incredibly strong.