"Hey, haven't you seen the game in the men's section?"
"I know! You are talking about Sheva's game, right? It is crazy!"
"Idiot! He is destined to win the game, why would I talk about it?!"
"Oh, you mean Master Susanto's game? It seems he is about to lose, right?"
"Damn! Who the hell is that boy?! He is going crazy!"
"I heard he is one of Sheva's students, you know?"
Currently, Sheva was strolling around, stretching his stiff body after sitting for about two hours. The game passed so slowly, and it was necessary to keep the blood flowing inside his body.
It also helped that right now, Arfan was stumped on his seat, giving Sheva enough time to walk around and observe each game in this hall.
