Central Circuit Debut · Paddock Appearance · First Half

[Today is my lunar-calendar birthday, so wish me a happy birthday (^▽^)]

The fourth Saturday of March, Eight Min Central Racecourse.

The evening glow shone over the turf track, tinting the grass a captivating pale red.

Racecourse staff were carrying out their final pre-race inspections, ensuring that the previous eight races of the day had not caused serious damage to the track.

In the stands, seventy to eighty percent of the seats were already occupied by racing fans. Some held signs supporting their favorite horses, while others clutched racing forms and discussed the day's races in small groups.

Zhang Jun stood beside the entrance to the underground stable corridor and took a deep breath.

The air was filled with the scent of grass and earth, along with the distinctive smell of horses.

This was not Zhang Jun's first time at Eight Min Central Racecourse. He had come here before to watch races, hoping to find racehorses with outstanding breeding potential that he could purchase after retirement.

But this time, as an owner, Zhang Jun felt that everything here was different from before. The atmosphere seemed more solemn and imposing, while the venue itself felt broader.

"Brother Jun." Lin Zhi emerged from the stable area with a smile on his face.

"Cloudstream Flying Shadow is in great condition. She slept soundly last night, ate well this morning, and I just checked her horseshoes. Everything's normal."

Since they had spent a year together, Zhang Jun considered them good friends and had told Lin Zhi not to be so formal. So Lin Zhi changed how he addressed him, calling him Brother Jun, an affectionate term for men used in many parts of the country.

The two entered the underground stables together.

Cloudstream Flying Shadow was staying in a spacious stall, where Zheng Shan