Sheva didn't know how everything happened here. One moment, he watched Anna and Laysa were chatting casually, and in the next second, he found himself sitting in front of the girl, ready to fight against each other. The other club members—traitors, they were all—just stood on the sideline silently, holding back their laughter with some even looking at him gloatingly. He could still remember what they all said when Sheva was about to reject the invitation to play.
"Throw that idea as far away as possible, Shev." Andre, a young man in his early twenties, patted his shoulder solemnly. "Laysa is the type of girl who gets what she wants. The more you resist, the more she will chase you. It is better to fight against her and make her lose interest in you as quickly as possible."
