Pearl River Delta Middle-Distance Championship, Part One

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During the first week of October, the weather in Yue Province was much hotter than in Min Province. Even though it was mid-autumn, the low never dropped below twenty-five degrees Celsius, while the high could exceed thirty-two. It was no different from summer in other provinces.

Zhang Jun stood outside the stable area of Chuting Racecourse, feeling the blazing autumn sun of the south as fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

As one of the largest regional racecourses in South China, Chuting Racecourse covered a vast area and boasted advanced facilities.

The rows of red-brick stable buildings were spacious, bright, and well ventilated. Every stall came with air vents and a small air conditioner, making them far more luxurious than the stable area in Jian'an.

After it had been decided at the end of last month that they would enter the Pearl River Delta Middle-Distance Championship, Zheng Xing had brought Flying Cloud Colt here to familiarize him with the environment and track. A full week had passed since then. As for the other racehorses in the stable, Zheng Xing had entrusted them to Zheng Shan and asked him to look after them.

"Brother Jun."

Zheng Xing came out from inside with a smile. "I'll take you over to Flying Cloud Colt's stall."

Zhang Jun followed Zheng Xing into the stable.

Flying Cloud Colt was housed in a spacious stall at the center of the stable area. He was quietly eating hay when he saw Zhang