Crack!
Sheva winced unconsciously when he heard the sound of the table cracking. Even though he didn't see it directly, the boy could deduce that it came from the other side of the table, and he was the one who triggered it. He didn't know Medina's current expression right now, and honestly, he didn't want to know about it. The boy seemed to regret letting his mouth loose in this round.
Meanwhile, Priasmoro Novendra also looked at him as if Sheva were insane. After a while, the man started praying silently, hoping that Sheva could survive the woman's wrath after the game was over.
Still, Sheva didn't have any intention to back down here. He was the front supporter of the gender equality movement, and the boy wouldn't show mercy just because his opponent was a woman. If she was willing to start talking shit first, she had to be ready to get smacked back by her opponent.
