"Getting paired against the top-seeded of the tournament in the third round?!" Medina widened her eyes when she saw Sheva's next opponent. "How could you be so unlucky? Did you forget to pray or what?" She asked incredulously.
Sheva could feel the corner of his mouth twitching, especially when he saw that the others were also staring at him. Bagas was also laughing his ass off, not even feeling any worry about his best friend. In the end, he could only retort weakly, "You cannot say that I am unlucky!"
"Then, what? You want to accuse the organizer of fixing things up?" Laysa chimed in with a mocking tone.
"What?! No way!" Sheva rejected that idea immediately, getting flustered by the accusation. "I mean, it doesn't have to be unlucky! If you see it from the other's perspective, you can even say that I am lucky here!"
