"Good job, Sheva…"
"… Thank you!"
"Anyway, what is your future plan?"
"Yeah, where will you play next?"
"I don't know, I will take it slow first!"
"Hey, can I get a photo, please?"
"Sure!"
Those were the common words that Bagas had been hearing as he accompanied Sheva before the closing ceremony was held. The boy couldn't help but let out a low whistle, though, impressed that his best friend could be so good at pretending to act nicely like this. Bagas knew that Sheva was not exactly a social butterfly, so for him to answer all the concerns and questions from the strangers here was definitely a big thing.
'Oh, well, you couldn't help it, though.' Bagas snorted in amusement. 'This is definitely the consequence of winning. Everyone wants to get close, wanting to reap some benefit from the contact with you. Just bear with it, because I am sure that everything would be escalated into a far crazier level after we go back home.'
