Chapter 23 Poor Male Lead
The livestream’s chat box flooded rapidly.
-That was awesome!”
“Wingflare is still too green, hahaha.”
“Wingflare’s truly a disaster; this was pathetic.”
“Who told you all to hype Wingflare to the heavens? Turns out he’s just a newbie who’s played for two days.”
“As expected, against Deadmark, Wingflare kneels.”
“Where are those Wingflare fans now? Come out and talk!”
“Deadmark truly deserves his rep; he times those team calls perfectly. Wingflare was beaten flat.”
Jean stared at her exploding base, slowly letting go of the mouse.
This ranked game–she lost.
This was her first defeat over these past two days, as well as the first time she’d ever died so miserably.
It was annoying in every possible way.
Oh, Winston, you jerk!
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Jean scrunched her lips unhappily. While still inside the post–game lobby, she quickly sent Winston a private message.
She didn’t type anything, just sending a single unhappy face
Honestly, she didn’t expect Winston to reply at all.
However, ten seconds later-
Deadmark was confused.
jean’s eyes widened slightly. He actually replied?
Wingflare was puzzled.
Deadmark was speechless.
Wingflare asked, “Is this really Deadmark himself?”
Deadmark said, “Who else?”
Jean initially assumed someone as cold and indifferent as Winston would never bother responding to a random player’s private memage
W
igflare said. “Abem, fine… I just wanted to let you know,
ime we play, I’ll definitely win.”
though I lost today, it doesn’t mean I’m worse than you. The
Jean waited, bur Winston didn’t respond immediately.
About half a minute later, he finally replied with-
Deadmark “Oh”
fran clenched her fist slightly
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Deadmark said, “On what?”
Wingflare said, “Let’s bet that the next time we meet in–game, I’ll win.
Deadmark replied, “You’re pretty confident.”
Wingflare said, “Just say yes or no.”
Deadmark asked, “What’s the wager?”
Jean pressed her lips together, thinking.
Wingflare wrote, “Whoever loses has to fulfill one unconditional request from the winner. Deal?”
Deadmark said, “Childish
Jean’s hand twitched slightly.
Who are you calling childish!
Wingflare said, “Afraid you won’t win next time?”
Deadmark. “Hardly”
Wingflare: “Then why don’t you dare agree? Are you scared?”
After this message, there was another brief silence from Winston’s end.
Just when Jean’s patience was running thin and she was about to log
rout-
Deadmark finally responded.
Deadmark replied, “Fine. I’ll be waiting.”
Jean curled her lips slightly, satisfaction creeping into her expression.
Good. He took the bait.
Jean then switched to the League of Legends forum. Visiting the forum startled her.
Almost the entire homepage was filled with her own ID.
Jean glanced over it briefly. Her reputation on the forum was rather mixed..
Some praised her, while others mocked her.
She didn’t mind, directly publishing her first post on the forum.
Tim Wingflare.
Replies immediately exploded beneath her post.
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“Is this really you?”
“Probably fake, no way this is the real Wingflare
“It’s really me. I’m here to tell everyone I’ve made a bet with Deadmark: if I beat him the next time we match, he’ll agree
dition from me”
Although Winston had already agreed privately, Jean wasn’t taking chances.
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“Whoa!”
“For real? When did you two start chatting privately? This is exciting!”
“Crazy”
“Damn, let me know when you two match again–I have to watch this live.”
“Seriously, Wingflare, how thick is your skin? You just got annihilated today, and you still think you can beat him next time?
Dream on
“You’re so lame, betting like this.”
u can touch at this level”
“As much as I wanna see this, Wingflare should train harder first. Deadmark is not someone you
“You have no hope of winning, honestly,”
“Don’t be so stubborn. Just accept defeat gracefully; there’s no point in being stubborn.”
“You just got utterly wrecked today. There’s no point embarrassing yourself again.”
“Exactly. Even though I enjoy your gameplay, Deadmark is the legend, you’re miles behind.”
“Hah, Wingflare isn’t even worthy of being compared to Deadmark.”
Jean pressed her lips together and calmly typed one final reply:
“Til win. You’re all welcome to watch next time.”
Then, she exited the forum cleanly.
offline.
The moment she exited, the system forced Jean’s account o
Staring at the giant anti–addiction warning on the screen, Jean realized she might have played a bit too long today.
But at least she was another step closer to her goal
The next day, when Jean walked into class, Asher was already seated.
The young man kept his gaze lowered, expression indifferent. He sat upright and didn’t spare Jean a glance.
Jean also treated him as air, quietly settling down in her seat.
They were technically deskmates, but hadn’t exchanged a single word yet.
Absurd and somewhat funny
Just then-
Asher pulled a piece of bread from his backpack.
Compared to the freshly made high–end cakes Jean usually ate, this was clearly just a cheap packaged bread from the
He obviously hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.
Asher ripped open the package and began eating quietly.
His side profile was serene, early morning sunlight spilled onto his straight nose, making the scene appear like a painting.
lean elanced at him briefly, then squinted slightly
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Asher paused mid–action, turning toward her with confusion.
His delicate brows knitted briefly, a flicker of annoyance quickly passing through his deep, dark eyes.
He clearly didn’t like being interrupted and disturbed this way.
Jean pointed at the wrapper, lowering her voice to alert him, “Check the date. This bread’s expired.”
Asher hadn’t returned to the main Lawson family yet, and his household was terribly poor.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have transferred to Stellarford for its scholarship.
She hadn’t realized the male lead was poor enough to resort to expired bread.
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Jean knew clearly that a male protagonist with a humble background usually possessed strong self–esteem. She wondered if openly exposing his situation like this would hurt his pride..
Jean suddenly felt motherly sympathy toward the boy,
The teenager before her really was just a kid–at the sensitive age when pride mattered the most.
Poor kid.
Jean quietly took out the cake she’d packed as a snack for later and carefully offered it to Asher.
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