Flying Cloud Colt Goes Straight to a Grade One Race

By May, Jian'an was already lush and green.

In Zheng Xing's stable's tactics room, the materials spread across the table took up half its surface.

Zhang Jun sat in his chair, looking at the serious expressions on Zheng Xing and Ning Fei's faces opposite him. He knew this meeting was no simple matter.

Zheng Xing spoke, his voice carrying a measure of gravity. "Brother Jun, I asked you here today to discuss the arrangements for Flying Cloud Colt's next race."

Zhang Jun nodded, signaling for him to continue.

Zheng Xing opened the folder before him and pushed it toward Zhang Jun.

"Flying Cloud Colt won his last Class A3 race easily. I had him thoroughly examined afterward, and everything was normal.

"His weight has also increased by three kilograms this month—all muscle. Most importantly..."

He paused and looked at Zhang Jun. "Flying Cloud Colt's ability has reached a new level. I believe he is now capable of challenging the highest-level local races."

He pointed at the data on the documents. "Since challenging Class B2 in January, Flying Cloud Colt did not run his third race until last month. There was a full ten-week gap in between, and with the rest he has had these past few weeks, he is fully capable of racing again after only a month in terms of stamina and physical condition.

"Therefore, I plan to enter Flying Cloud Colt in the race being held during the second week of this month."

His fingertip stopped at the final race listed in the documents. Zhang Jun's pupils contracted slightly as he raised his head and looked solemnly at Zheng Xing.

"CN1 Mindu Middle-Distance Championship?"

"Yes."

Zheng Xing suppressed his excitement. "With Flying Cloud Colt's current ability, progressing step by step through CN2 and CN3 would be a complete