Invitation to the Yasuda Memorial

The temperature in Jian'an had already risen slightly by February.

Zhang Jun wrapped himself in a cotton coat and rode his small electric scooter through the familiar country roads.

Greenery covered the slopes on both sides of the road, and the emerald bamboos, which never withered all year round, rustled in the gentle breeze.

Stopping his scooter at the entrance of the training center, Zhang Jun took off his helmet and breathed out a puff of white vapor.

Having not been here for over two months, everything remained just the same: the red-brick houses, the blue roofs, and the white window frames.

Several unfamiliar sedans were parked in the lot by the entrance, likely belonging to some horse owners looking to do business with Lin Zhi.

"Brother Jun!"

Zheng Shan's voice came from inside.

Zhang Jun looked up and saw him walking out of the stable area with a smile on his face.

"Brother Shan!"

Zhang Jun smiled and went up to greet him. "I paid special attention during this winter break. How is Shadow Hunter's condition?"

In mid-February, Shadow Hunter returned to the stables from Chasing Ranch, preparing for his older-horse racing campaigns.

During this turnout period at Chasing Ranch, Zhang Jun had paid special attention to the feed and treat quantities for several active racehorses, hardening his heart no matter how much the little horses acted spoiled and strictly feeding according to the established standards, all for fear of a repeat of last year's situation with Shadow Hunter.

"In prime shape."

Zheng Shan took the bag of treats from Zhang Jun's hand.

"We weighed him right when he was sent back earlier, and he only gained five kilograms—513 kilograms. It has no impact on his condition, and he'll shed it off soon enough."

Zhang Jun let out a