"What, still reading people's comments?" Bagas asked amusedly when he saw his best friend just rolling around the bed lazily, but with eyes still on the phone. "Don't read it too much, almost everything is full of shit. Don't get stumped by a bad comment there, you don't even know them at all."
Sheva just grunted at the reminder, not feeling well enough to answer it properly.
It was the end of the sixth day, and they were so close to the final match of the tournament. It was a short one, indeed, as with only eight players participating, they only had seven rounds in total.
Tomorrow should be the most exciting day, the one that decides whether Sheva can lift the trophy or not. However, somehow, Sheva couldn't really muster any spirit to survive that fateful day, just wanting to roll around on his bed and wake up comfortable after the sun was high.
