Sheva started to get bored here.
His shoulder slumped, and if only there were no chessboard on the table, he would've put his body there in a slouching manner. The boy also stifled a big yawn from escaping, yet the sleepiness was clearly shining in his eyes.
The gesture was a little bit rude, but at this point, no one could really blame him.
This was what the boy hated the most about the classical format. The time here was too long, and if his opponent wasted it sweetly, he had to wait without knowing when this was over, and it was something that could easily exhaust his mental state. The stress level here was definitely too much to handle.
'Yeah, no wonder Magnus gives up the classical chess…' He smiled wryly.
