"Hey, when do you think Magnus Carlsen will arrive?"
"He is always late! Why are you waiting for him? Look! It is Hikaru Nakamura!"
"Hey, Anish Giri is there! Come on! I want to have a photo with him!"
"Wait! Let me get my mother first!"
"That's Arjun! Arjun! Can I have a sign, please?!"
The moment Sheva arrived at the venue, he was too dumbfounded at the crowd gathering in front of the building. If in Biel and Reykjavik, he could probably count about 10 to 15 people to gather before the game, this time, the boy estimated that the people who came here were around 250, and all of them brought the energy to rock the whole building.
"This is insane…" Sheva blinked repeatedly, staring at the crowd in disbelief. He couldn't even enter the building, as the crowd completely blocked the entrance door. "This is still the first day, right? The number should be increased more the closer we are to the final round, right?" He turned around and asked the veterans behind him.
