Assembly

The next day, the third day... For five consecutive days, Sendou was reviewing his old, sealed notes, along with Koshien game recordings and Major League highlight reels with commentary from Coach Nakanishi, as well as Little League and youth baseball videos.

On Saturday night, at 10 PM on the sixth day, Sendou took out another game disc, saving it to his computer while watching.

At first, Sendou didn't react until one side's continuous Stolen Base coordination caught his eye.

"Found it! Hee!" Sendou grinned, as if exhaling a breath. For the past week, Sendou had been reviewing introductions to techniques from Coach Nakanishi's notes and aimlessly watching game recordings, hoping to find some inspiration. He knew that Akagi Middle School had two years. Since it was two years, they had to find some quick ways to improve.

"Then..." Sendou said, starting to search through the recordings he had saved on his computer after watching.

"Where did it go? aidou aidou, found it!" It was the Wildcats' game recordings from recent years.

After watching for two hours.

"It's decided then, the future of Akagi Middle School Baseball Club," Sendou thought.

"So sleepy, time to go to bed!"

He picked up his phone and sent a message in the group chat: "Meet at my house at 1 PM tomorrow." Then he went to sleep, clearly wanting to sleep in. Every day after school at 3 PM, Sendou had to endure watching recordings and someone constantly asking math questions.

The workload was still significant. This was the Japanese education system: consider what you want to do, consider how to achieve it with the help of those around you—a self-directed education model.

However, Sendou's independence stemmed from his previous life, where he lived a life where he was in charge of everything.

Sendou was a very lazy person, and this lifestyle had always been with him. When he discovered that everything was particularly easy in this life, his interest in various matters began to decline sharply, further fueling this habit.

However, his recent work as a coach had rekindled his interest, allowing him to fully immerse himself. The more he immersed himself, the more he discovered its profoundness, making it very interesting and keeping him going.

When Sendou woke up, it was already 12 PM. His grandparents were nowhere to be found, probably out tending to the fields. Sendou didn't really understand these things.

So, he quickly washed up, took ingredients from the refrigerator, and started cooking. This glutton had always spared no effort when it came to food, and it was perhaps the only area he maintained a keen interest in.

Through recipes and many secret formulas that his father had spent money to collect and send from China, Sendou had been working hard.

Today, he simply fried some potato chips and made some simple snacks. Well, in Sendou's eyes, "simple" meant four large plates of dishes plus a basket of potato chips...

Afterward, he returned to his room, eating various snacks and drinking beverages while watching the baseball game playing on the huge screen on the wall.

"Excuse me!"

At this moment, Sawamura and Wakaba arrived at the entrance of Sendou's house. Upon entering, they said a greeting that the owner was unlikely to hear, according to etiquette, and went straight upstairs.

The rash Sawamura directly opened Sendou's door and saw Sendou holding a drink in one hand and eating potato chips in the other, watching TV. Hearing the sound, Sendou turned his head, still with a potato chip in his mouth.

"Tei, mei (you bastard), you told us to come over this afternoon with just one sentence, and you're here enjoying yourself eating all this? I'm so jealous!" Sawamura said, kneeling down at the table and grabbing various foods, starting to devour them.

"Don't eat so fast! You bastard, did you wash your hands? I'll kill you!" Sendou, uncharacteristically, was startled by Sawamura's rash behavior, then exclaimed in alarm (possessiveness over food).

"I'll eat even if I die!"

"Bastard, go wash your hands!"

"It's okay, I washed my hands before coming here."

Sendou didn't reply and started fighting with Sawamura for the food. Sendou had lost his usual composure, startled by Sawamura.

He had completely forgotten that he and Sawamura couldn't possibly eat all this, and he had also forgotten that he had made these things as snacks for the next few days.

Wakaba, on the other hand, stared in astonishment at the scene. She couldn't imagine that Sendou, who was usually mature, composed, intelligent, and seemed to have everything under control yet cared about nothing, would have such a moment.

Sawamura often eats Sendou's food, but this was the first time he had been so imposing, triggering Sendou's protective instincts and making him so anxious that he lost his cool. (Mainly because Sendou has been a little tired lately, and his judgment has declined.)

This farce quickly ended, as this way of eating only makes people eat less than usual.

"Hahahaha!" Sendou leaned back on the sofa after eating and chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Sawamura's tone was noticeably calmer.

"Hahaha! (To emphasize, it's a soft chuckle, not a loud laugh.) It's nothing, I just feel like this situation is interesting, inexplicably happy, making me want to laugh."

"I really don't understand you, but I do feel much better."

"Wakaba, you should eat some too, there's enough for all those guys combined. I was actually intimidated by this guy's aura just now."

"Yeah, Wakaba, Sendou's cooking is super delicious," Sawamura chimed in.

"Okay, I want to wash my hands. Where's the bathroom?"

"It's downstairs, easy to find!" Sawamura said.

"Hey!" Sendou said, as if to complain.

"Oh right, Wakaba, if you see anyone else coming, tell them to wash their hands before coming up," Sendou added.

"Okay!" Wakaba said as she went downstairs.

Wakaba had just gone downstairs when she happened to see someone at the entrance, so she told them to wash their hands as Sendou had said.

Before long, everyone had arrived, but clearly, with delicious food in front of them, they all ate first.

Around 1:30, the group had basically satisfied the hunger in their bellies.

Sendou turned on the game he had watched last night, ready to show it to everyone.

"We'll watch this game first, then talk about other things. This game contains my thoughts on the future direction of our Akagi Middle School Baseball Club. Everyone must watch carefully, and then I'll talk about the training plan and arrangements!"

He said this before playing the DVD and starting it.

After two days of being a corpse, I'm much better, although not fully recovered, but at least I can think without difficulty. Speaking of which, yesterday I was suspected of having diabetes, but the blood glucose meter showed hypoglycemia, which was quite embarrassing. No wonder I've been so sleepy lately.