The next day, Sheva walked into the hall of the hotel with deep bags under his eyes, clearly showing that he didn't have a good sleep last night. Well, it seemed that this was a common theme here. Not that the hotel was subpar and uncomfortable, but Sheva treated every game too seriously, researching until late at night in fear that he would miss something.
So, yeah, Irfan's assumption that he was being arrogant was definitely far from the truth. At least… That was from Sheva's perspective.
He walked into the venue, just to find that Bagas was already there. Instead of setting up his broadcast equipment, the fat boy just stood in front of the entrance door, having his arms folded in front of his chest.
Seeing this, Sheva just rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Why are you trying to act cool here? Who are you trying to impress? Don't tell me that you have your eyes on another girl, okay?"
