Thinking this, Agnes Tachyon could not help showing a trace of concern. She turned her head and, imitating how Anjing Zhen had comforted her earlier, softly said:
"Looks like Little Kita plans to observe a little longer. How should I put it... It's not a bad choice. There's nothing wrong with being cautious when facing a 2,000-meter distance she isn't particularly good at."
As she comforted him, she had thought she had already put it gently enough.
Unexpectedly, Anjing Zhen paused. As though he had seen through her thoughts, he slowly shook his head.
"It's fine. Little Kita's handling of things is not a problem.
"If there is a problem, it can only be that... she's being a little too bold."
"...Hm?"
Agnes Tachyon was surprised, and her true thoughts slipped out.
"You mean it wasn't a mistake? She's running like this on purpose?"
As she spoke, she hurriedly looked toward the racers on the track. After studying them with a furrowed brow for several seconds, she hesitated slightly.
"But no matter how I look at it, she seems to be giving up the fight for the Lead Position. So you mean... this is intentional too?"
Anjing Zhen likewise shifted his gaze from the screen before him to the racecourse, but he did not answer right away.
He held his breath slightly, his eyes fixed tightly on the black figure at the very front of the pack. The flicker in his gaze seemed as though it wanted to pierce through every distance and see straight into Kitasan Black's inner heart.
On the track, Daiwa Scarlet was still in the lead.
Clearly, relying on her abundant race experience, she maintained just the right position and distance from Kitasan Black behind her. It looked as though she could be overtaken at any