Time passed by quickly, and before Sheva knew, it was June already, and it was also fifty-eight days away from the Olympiad, the big event that everyone was waiting for. A month had already passed since the Reykjavik Open, and while Sheva could feel his hand was itchy for another tournament, he still didn't just go abroad to chase rating in any low-rated competition, wanting to wait for the right place and the right moment.
Of course, the boy was not idle during that time. No, he visited Irfan's house more frequently since the last meeting with the other veteran chess players in this country, and somehow, everyone treated him pretty warmly after that day.
