A thick vein popped on Sheva's forehead, and a cold smile also formed on his face. Although the boy knew that there would be a few players with ratings higher than his who would feel jealous, and some provocations from here and there would be thrown at him, the boy had never expected that this would happen so soon. What made it worse was that the provocation was thrown straight to his face, and it was done by a grandmaster, probably the second-best player in the country, nonetheless.
This was a little bit too much to be called provocation. If anything, Master Priasmoro seemed to be trying to bully him right now.
