The discussion went on for a long time, covering everything from split-second decisions out of the Start Gate to pacing through the turns, from shifts in rhythm on the straight to the allocation of explosive power in the final sprint. The two of them repeatedly examined and refined every detail.
By the time the night had grown quiet, Kitasan Black's little notebook was densely packed with tactical notes.
Through repeated simulated run-throughs, those abstract theories gradually became a clear map of the racecourse in her mind.
Even after the following day's Introduction Segment had ended, she was still reviewing the various key points.
But as she headed from the pre-race introduction area to the Preparation Room with Anjing Zhen and Almond Eye, the commotion abruptly dragged her back to reality.
The corridor was packed with frenzied reporters, as well as fans who had somehow slipped past security and rushed in.
The moment they spotted the three of them, they immediately swarmed over.
Camera flashes went off one after another. Countless microphones and recording devices thrust toward them, while shouts and questions intertwined into a deafening wave of noise.
"Miss Kitasan Black, how confident are you of winning this time?!"
"Do you like listening to music before a race? What kind? Classical? Rock? Folk music?"
"Could you tell us about your winning meal for today?!"
"Trainer Yasui, could you reveal the secret to your victory?"
"Who do you think is the opponent most worth watching in this race? The experienced Clear Sky? Toho Lone Wolf? Or Duramente, your fierce rival from the same generation? Perhaps the increasingly prominent Koushou Hayate?"
As the crowd and questions surged in like a tide, Anjing Zhen immediately spread his arms and shielded the two Horse Girls behind him, shouting, "Please maintain order! These questions will