Misawa Daichi looked over his shoulder. Behind him were Judai and Sho, both eating their lunch. Or in Judai's case, wolfing it down.
Misawa looked down at the piece of paper he hd written all his equations on. Trying to find the perfect deck was harder than it looked. His dinner lay beside him, uneaten.
How did Judai manage to win all the time and still keep a smile on his face? He was so cheerful all the time. It was something that Misawa never would understand.
But from the laughs coming from behind him, it was obvious Judai did.