"COME ON!" Bagas howled, even shaking his own laptop as he saw Sheva and David Gavrilescu shaking hands on the screen. "SHEVA WINS HIS GAME! NOW, WE ARE UP TO 2-1! WE! ARE! GOING! TO! WIN! THIS! SHIT!"
At this point, all the people from all around the world who were in the media booth to report the Olympiad to their home country knew how to ignore Bagas's shenanigans. Two days were enough for them to learn that the boy liked to hype up the Indonesian players crazily, even to the point that he would shout and jump around like a loon.
"Now, we are at least securing the draw result here, which is not bad, especially since Romania has two grandmasters with an ELO rating of more than 2600 and two other grandmasters who are solid as rock on the last two boards." Novendra let out a relieved sigh, finally starting to relax. His shoulder slumped, and the tension that was on his back for almost all the time suddenly got lifted.
