"Hans Niemann?" Sheva frowned, trying to remember the person associated with that name. It definitely rang a bell, yet somehow, his memory was fuzzy at this time.
"An American GM, curly and messy hair, looking like he hasn't fallen asleep for a week. You played against him in Reykjavik, remember?" Bagas said, trying to give a description. When he saw Sheva still being clueless, the fat boy couldn't help but sigh before sliding through his phone to find the person's image. "Here, you know him, right?"
"Ah! Him!" Sheva widened his eyes in realization. "Yeah, of course, I remember him! We played in the last round of the Reykjavik Open and shared a draw, if I'm not wrong. A good guy, even if he is a bit overly enthusiastic." He smiled, reminiscing about his good time in Reykjavik.
"Oh, well… Maybe you will change your mind when you hear this." Bagas didn't even turn his face from the phone. "Magnus Carlsen himself has just released an official statement, accusing him of cheating."
