Kitasan Black was very nervous.
It was not as though she had never experienced races before. She had also seen many grand occasions alongside Grandpa and her father.
Yet at those events, she had never been the center of attention. Only after winning races and standing on the Winner's Stage had she received all kinds of attention.
Right now, she felt that she still was not the center of attention.
She could see that the banners and cheers from the stands were all for the seniors. The seniors were the focus of this training race.
Yet she could also sense that, standing among such famous seniors, many gazes were filled with envy as they glanced at her, seemingly without meaning to.
After being nervous for a while, she quickly tried to shift her attention elsewhere.
It was a technique both Grandpa and her Trainer had taught her.
Grandpa had told her long ago that even after performing onstage countless times, he would sometimes still feel inexplicably uneasy and nervous.
At times like that, Grandpa would drink his favorite soda.
According to Grandpa, once a bottle of soda was down, he could quickly focus his attention on the singing to come.
Her Trainer had said something similar.
If she wanted to become a miracle-like Horse Girl, it was important to maintain her original resolve in any condition.
For a Horse Girl, nothing was more important than running and racing.
So when a race was approaching, if she felt nervous or otherwise uncomfortable, she should think more about how she ought to race next.
Thinking of that, Kitasan Black pressed her lips together and quietly clenched her fingers, her gaze drifting over Special Week and the others.
Noticing her expression, Anjing Zhen nodded to himself.
Mentality was extremely important in a race.