Chapter 38 Her Request
The match ended, and once again, Jean was named MVP by the system
She checked her score–it had skyrocketed thanks to all the spectators sending her energy. Her points maxed out, and her rank jumped straight to King.
A shiny golden crown appeared above her avatar.
At the same time, a system–wide
ement popped up
“Congratulations to player Wingtlare for reaching the King ther
She’d even broken a record–fastest time to reach King in the entire server.
But Jean wasn’t paying attention to any of that. She had more important things to do
She immediately messaged Deadmark
About ten seconds later, she got a reply-
Deadmark: “I knew you’d come. Been waiting
Jean’s eyes widened slightly.
That wasn’t the reaction she expected.
She’d assumed Winston would be salty, cold, sarcastic–especially after losing. But his tone seemed completely normal.
Too normal.
Which, for Winston, was anything but normal.
Jean cautiously probed
Wingflare: The real one?”
Deadmark: “Are you serioud You ask that every time.
Wingflare. “That temper. yeah, that’s definitely you.”
Deadmark:
Wingflare: I get straight to the point. I’m here to ask you to fulfill our bet.”
Deadmark: “Of course.”
Jean frowned.
He was being weird. Way too agreeable. Since when was Winston this cooperative?
She couldn’t hold back her curiosity
Wingflare You’re unusually easy to deal with today”
Deadmark:
Winston usually had zero patience–even with his close friend Rylan, he was moody at best.
But he did have one rare quality if someone beat him fair and square, or made him admit defeat, he didn’t get bitter. He’d own it. And he’d always honor a bet.
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Just like he’d thought the first time he sa Wingflare play-
This person is strong
I might not be able to beat them.
That was the first time he’d ever felt that.
So when they matched for the first time, he got serious. Used some tricks. Took the win.
And when he agreed to the bet afterward, it was partly to challenge himself.
He’d
Finished
grown too comfortable. He wanted to see if, with that bet hanging over his head, he could p
go all–out and beat someone
strong.
He lost.
But he wasn’t angry.
Wingflare was a fun opponent. Someone who made him care about winning again.
After a pause, he finally typed:
Deadmark: “If you keep rambling, I’m leaving
Wingflare: “Okay, okay–I’ll say it. Guess what I want you to do?
Deadmark: “No clue”
Jean twitched.
He didn’t even try to guess….
Wingflare: “I want you to go home and have dinner with your family this weekend.”
She hit send.
But Winston didn’t reply right away. It was like the message had vanished into a black hole.
Two minutes later, he finally responded.
Deadmark: “Are you out of your mind?”
Jean pressed her lips together.
There it is. That’s the Winston I know.
The one earlier had been way too tame.
Wingflare: “I’m serious.”
Deadmark: “Right now I want you to get lost.”
Wingflare: “Can’t. I’m already sitting”
“Winston, I get that you’re not thrilled about this.
. But you
you’re not the type to go back on your word.”
“I know the request sounds random but I’m doing an important study. You’re my subject.”
Deadmark “What study?”
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Wingflare: “If you don’t help, my study’s doomed. And everyone saw us make that bet. I won. You can’t back out
She went straight for the guilt trip.
Finally, after thirty seconds of silence-
Deadmark: “ok”
Jean smiled in satisfaction.
Gotcha
Five million, here I come.
Right then, the server was still exploding with buzz.
The news that Deadmark had lost to the newcomer Wingflare had made it to the hot topics list.
“Deadmark.” “Wingflare,” “League of Legends“-all three climbed the trending charts.
Total noob here–who’s Wingflare Never heard of them before
“No way. Deadmark actually lost?”
“Did W
“Did Wingflare just kill a god? Deadmark is literally the number one player.”
“Give me everything on Wingflare. Like, now.
“I just watched the highlights. Wingflare’s insane. That control and precision!”
“Don’t diss Deadmark over one loss. His team crumbled. He still played out of his mind.”
“It’s just ranked. No one wins every match. Deadmark is still a legend.”
“Wingflare’s my new obsession”
The next day–Monday.
Jean still had to get up early for school.
When she walked into the dining room, she blinked in surprise.
Sienna was in the kitchen, wearing a light pink apron, making breakfast herself.
Jean rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Jean, you’re up.” Sienna turned around, smiling gently.
Jean’s eyes widened. “Mom, you’re cooking?”
Sienna smiled a little brighter. “I have to fly
fly out again tomorrow. I wanted to cook for you before I go.”
Finished
She wouldn’t have done this before.
Back when things between them were colder, she would’ve worried it would seem clingy–like she was trying too hard.
But after yesterday…
Sienna could feel it.
- Jean was d
was different now,
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Jean bit her lip, moved.
Sienna heard it–every word–and her smile grew warmer.
Finished
Somehow, it eased the weight she’d been carrying about her upcoming trip, and the painful truth she might have to face.
After breakfast, Jean hurried off to school.
But instead of heading to class, she made a beeline for the art building.
Shrouded in early morning fog, the building looked more mysterious than ever.
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