Chapter 424 I Want to Ask You Something
Finished
The two of them continued to avoid each other, not saying a word–as if they were complete strangers.
Jean didn’t bother trying to mediate. She had her hands full focusing on the game, and right now, winning was the only thing that mattered.
She hadn’t even been interested in the tournament to begin with. It wasn’t the competition that had drawn her in. But since she’d committed to it, she was going to see it through. Her competitive streak simply wouldn’t let her lose.
As for Winston and Dalton’s awkward standoff? That could wait.
After their first blowout match, the team gathered in voice chat for a quick review.
Dalton didn’t say a single word.
He was unusually silent.
Jean couldn’t tell if he was in a bad mood…
But there was no time to think it over–match two was starting.
The schedule was packed, and breaks between matches were short.
That made Jean worry. Would Dalton’s body be able to handle the intensity? What if it was too much for him?
Before she could message him, she was already being queued into the next game.
By the time their second match began, their livestream had nearly hit capacity. It was the most–watched match of the tournament so far.
The second team they faced was a bit stronger than the first–but not by much.
If the first round was a steamroll, the second was only slightly more effort.
It ended fast–and this time, Dalton had completely carried the game.
“This Veilthorn guy is seriously cracked.”
“Where did he come from? Never heard of him before.”
“Deadmark and Wingflare are great, but Veilthorn might be the real hidden carry here.”
“Deadmark doesn’t even have to try with teammates like this.”
“Let’s gooo–another clean win!”
“Every match feels like they’re slicing through butter. Way too easy.”
Once the game ended, Jean turned off her mic and pulled off her headset. Then she quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket.
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Chapter 424 I Want to Ask You Something
Even though Dalton had just played incredibly well, he still hadn’t spoken a single word.
Sure, she could understand him ignoring Winston–but to not say anything to anyone?
That made Jean uncasy.
Was something wrong?
She quickly opened WhatsApp and sent him a message.
Jean: “Hey, are you okay? Are you tired? The schedule’s pretty tight…”
Dalton didn’t reply right away.
About two minutes later, his message came through.
Dalton: “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
Jean’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Finished
She hesitated, debating whether to press him further–but it was clear from his tone that he didn’t want to talk.
She pressed her lips together and decided to let it go.
At least he was still replying. That had to count for something.
The break after the second match was longer than the first–coinciding with lunch hour, so the organizers gave them some time to eat.
Jean left her room, raided the kitchen for snacks, and returned with a pile of food to munch on while she reviewed their next opponents.
Just then, her phone buzzed with another WhatsApp notification.
She glanced down-
It was from Winston.
Why was he messaging her out of the blue?
If he had something to say, he could’ve just said it in the game chat…
She opened the message and scanned it-
Winston: “I want to ask you something.”
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