"So, you are going to play against the top seed, huh?" Claudia asked even though she already knew after looking at her phone. Then, she let out a deep sigh, her shoulder slumped a few inches down. "I am so envious… If only I could play against a strong player like him too…"
"Eh, maybe, try to get a win against the higher-rated opponent?" Sheva shrugged nonchalantly, not even knowing that his answer only fueled the fire here.
"What do you mean by that?! Do you know that I won my game against the Iceland IM?!" Claudia retorted.
"Then what?! Just one win, and you think it is enough?" Sheva sneered mockingly. "Try to win more games first, okay? I mean, you cannot even beat Brandon Clarke, the Englishman IM, who I beat in the first round, right?"
"Why, you?!"
