"Huh?" Kōshū's first reaction was to glance to the side. Good grief, Hongo's presence was so overwhelming that everyone had put down what they were doing and turned to look over.
"Okay." The urgent priority was to quickly address this guy's request.
Kōshū pulled Hongo aside.
"LINE?" He waved his phone, only to receive a shake of the head.
"Letters. If it's a phone, the manager confiscates it every now and then."
"Letters? You mean actual paper ones?" Hongo nodded. "Handwritten ones?" Hongo nodded again.
Kōshū was stunned. What era was this? He had actually managed to make a pen pal.
"Fine, then add my email first. I'll send you the mailing address."
Only then did Hongo take out what he had been holding.
It was not a phone, but pen and paper. Kōshū's mind went blank for a moment when he saw them.
"Go ahead. I'll write it down first, then add you when I get back to Hokkaido." His phone was still confiscated, and he probably would not get it back until he returned to Hokkaido.
"Um... what was my email again?" This guy was always pulling strange stunts, and now he could not even remember his own email address.
Five minutes later, Kōshū returned to the dugout.
What Haruichi, Eijun, and the others saw was that after the two pitchers had said something, the ace on the other side simply left.
"What's wrong, big brother? Your expression looks strange." Eijun was the first to notice something was off.
Kōshū shook his head, packed everything into his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. Then he suddenly felt like making a sarcastic remark. "How should I put this? Those guys are really pitiful."
With a manager like that, it was practically like being trapped in an illegal brick