Major League System

Chapter 575: Texas BBQ (1)

Coach Wyatt patiently explained the scenario to the slack-jawed Tex. In truth, he was doubting his initial assumption that the man before him was a scout, especially since he seemed to know next to nothing about Ken.

'Did he even watch him play?' He thought, raising an eyebrow.

Tex didn't reply for the longest time, letting an awkward silence flow between them.

"Well, I better get going." Coach Wyatt said, breaking the silence.

"W—Wait, what time do you guys play tomorrow?" Tex asked, his facial expression seeming a little desperate.

"8am tomorrow morning." He replied, not waiting for a response. Coach Wyatt quickly jogged away, his mustache bouncing with every step.

Watching his retreating figure, Tex stood in place, his mind working. Originally he had planned to check out the local bars tonight, but he now thought differently.

BA-BUMP

His hand moved up to his heart, feeling it almost beat out of his chest. Tex couldn't help but replay the scene of that home run in his head over and over. He hadn't felt this kind of way for such a long time.

Without another word, he walked back to his truck, his mind still preoccupied. In a daze, Tex didn't even notice the parking ticket slipped under his windshield wipers. As he hit the road, it flew off, never to be found again.

Soon after, he checked into a motel close by and got his laptop out, placing it onto the desk. There was only one thing on his mind right now, finding out who Ken Takagi was.

After hearing the situation from the Gladiators coach, he knew that there was no way Ken was an unknown player. But the question was, what was he doing here?

He opened up a

Once they saw he was not arrogant and could actually play, it was as if they had lowered their guards.