"Agnes Tachyon, you—"
Staring unblinkingly at Agnes Tachyon, Anjing Zhen's voice carried an incredulous urgency.
"Are you sure you're not joking?"
After asking in a tone that sounded almost accusatory, he did not wait for an answer. He rose from his chair, rushed to the whiteboard, and tore down the document Agnes Tachyon had pinned there earlier.
"I've tried all kinds of special training methods—core strength, Explosive Power Training, reaction speed drills—but Little Kita's Final Burst has never shown any significant breakthrough. How could there suddenly be an opportunity?"
Frowning as he spoke rapidly, he unconsciously glanced at the seascape outside the window. Then his brow furrowed even tighter, and he slapped his forehead.
"Could it be because of the training camp environment?"
"The weather by the sea, the condition of the track... are the factors here better suited for training her Final Burst?"
"If that's the case, then we should have come here sooner..."
As he continued, a hint of annoyance entered his voice.
"Then that was my oversight—"
Anjing Zhen was speaking too quickly. Agnes Tachyon opened her mouth several times but could not get a word in, while Kitasan Black and the others looked as though they wanted to say something but held back.
Hearing his self-reproach, Kitasan Black's expression turned anxious, and she hurriedly interjected.
"A-Zhen, you can't say that! Didn't we go to the mountains for last year's training camp because I insisted on it? How can you blame yourself?"
"And the training was very effective then, too! After that... didn't I win my races?"
"This..." Anjing Zhen hesitated.
"All right, all right, the two of you can stop fighting to take responsibility."
Finally finding an opening, Agnes Tachyon shrugged and spread her hands with an amused expression as she looked at Anjing Zhen.
"Besides,