Meanwhile, in Tashkent, Uzbekistan…
"Devi, you haven't slept yet?" Nayaka asked as he noticed the small room where the girl stayed still had the light on. When he saw the girl was busy with her notebook, the boy couldn't help but feel curious, approaching her. "You are watching Brother Sheva's game? Why, though? You know that he will win, right?" He blinked confusedly.
This blind confidence toward Sheva had been quite common among chess fans from Indonesia. They all believed that as long as he didn't face any prominent 2700-rated player, Sheva would still be able to thrive, let alone just against a local IM whose rating was about 150 below Sheva's.
"Hmm… The game has just begun, so it still has around 3 or 4 more hours until the end." Duta suddenly popped out of nowhere, narrowing his eyes at the girl. "You don't plan to watch it until the end, right?"
