After encouraging Kitasan Black, Anjing Zhen came over to the commentary booth.
The drones had already been deployed, positioned above the track in four different directions. The footage they captured while following the race would be transmitted live to the screens in the commentary booth.
To assess the new equipment's performance, Anjing Zhen did not use binoculars this time, keeping his eyes fixed on the screens instead.
At the instant the Start Gate opened, he frowned sharply after just one glance and quietly drew a breath.
It was not unexpected. Compared with the seasoned veterans, Kitasan Black was still far too inexperienced.
He could tell that his Horse Girl had fallen into habitual thinking. The moment the gate opened, she instinctively drifted toward the Inner Lane.
In an official race, there would have been nothing wrong with that decision.
Official races often had more than ten competitors, and the field would spread abreast shortly after the gates opened. Securing the Inner Lane at that point came with many advantages.
But this training race only had four opponents.
Under such circumstances, the field could only spread so wide, and the early to middle stages would not be greatly affected.
Trying to drift inward to seize the Inner Lane at a time like this would instead waste precious time and stamina.
Kitasan Black had not realized that at all.
Daiwa Scarlet had.
Not only Daiwa Scarlet—Vodka, Special Week, and Gold Ship had realized it too.
The moment Kitasan Black angled inward, the other four Horse Girls charged straight ahead without hesitation, securing the positions best suited to them in the blink of an eye.
That small difference had already put Kitasan Black at a disadvantage in terms of stamina.
What was more, although she had successfully entered the Inner Lane, her position