Senior Nanmu wore number 14 and, because of his booming voice, had been chosen as the third-base coach. He looked toward Seido's stands, where his juniors sat. Ha, that Kimura always had such a blank expression that Senior Nanmu never felt like much of a senior around him. Thankfully, a cute junior had joined this year.
Yes, in Senior Nanmu's eyes, Kōshū—who spoke politely and seriously and took the initiative to look after others—was exactly what a junior should be.
"Kōshū, remember to cheer for us!" Before leaving, Senior Nanmu had specifically reminded him. Looking at his bright smile, Kōshū thought of Sawamura's tortured cries coming from Room 5 next door. How nice. One of the seniors in our room has no presence, while the other doesn't put on airs like a senior.
So when Seido batted first in the top half of the inning, Kōshū stood up and cheered for his seniors, putting Lang Zhi, who had been worried, slightly at ease.
"I thought you'd fall asleep halfway through again this time."
"Why?" After saying that, Kōshū remembered his embarrassing history. Whenever it wasn't his own game, he couldn't help falling asleep later on. "How long ago was that? Why are you bringing up something so old?"
"Because whenever you lose focus, you get sleepy."
Kominato Haruichi heard the two of them clearly. He had originally chosen Lang Zhi as the first friend to approach because, during the team tryouts, Lang Zhi had chased every ball with gritted teeth despite not noticing the streak of dirt stuck to his face. That spirit had made Haruichi feel they could become friends, but—
How nice. He's in the same year as his brother, they can play together, and they're this close. It would be a lie to say Haruichi wasn't jealous,