Five minutes later, the alarm rang through the loudspeaker, signalling the beginning of the seventh round of the tournament. To no one's surprise, Sheva and Arfan's tables were surrounded by a lot of people already. Most of them wanted to watch what kind of players those two were who somehow managed to catch GothamChess' attention.
While he didn't know how Arfan handled this matter, Sheva couldn't care less about that. Right now, he had an opponent who was eager to beat him, and one moment of concentration loss would be enough for him to get punished. The boy just closed his eyes for a moment, trying to dive into his focus state. Right after that, he opened his eyes, showing a sharp gaze before pushing his D pawn two squares forward.
