Lang Zhi leaned against the table. Since he only had memories of the past two years with Kōshū, they were easy to dig up.
"Hmm, does it count that he thought baseball games were boring at first and always fell asleep during them?"
"Huh? Then why did he practice baseball...?"
"And then, he seemed to be a bit of a perfectionist. Not just when pitching, but in his studies too. When he first came to Japan and had just started his second year of middle school, he had barely touched the textbooks before it was time for exams. We all told him that everyone understood his situation and it was fine if he did poorly on his first test, but he still scored very well. And after that, his grades never dropped."
"Ah, now that you mention it, your brother had always gotten great grades. I thought he was just naturally gifted. After all, training was exhausting enough after joining the First String."
"Yeah. Do you know why? That unexpected exam I just mentioned made him stay up several nights in a row, so during the latter half of his third year of middle school, he kept previewing high school material to make sure it never happened again."
"Huh?" A cold sweat formed at Miyuki's temple. The more he learned about the people around him, the more terrifying they seemed.
"Ah, did I get off track? What I wanted to say was that because of his perfectionist mindset, when he first took the mound as the ace for his youth baseball team, he was incredibly stiff for days. Everyone could tell that he wanted to look exactly like an ace from the very beginning."
"Mm, go on." Miyuki had finally heard something useful. He was considering whether that mindset might