Chapter 17 One Game, One Legend
The rest followed right after
“No way you’re a real newbie. Whose main are you? That was unreal.
“I totally misjudged you earlier. You’re a <b>legit </b>god. I take back everything
“Can I add you? That match felt so smooth with you leading. Let’s duo sometime.”
“Didn’t you say if Wingre carried, you’d twist <b>your </b>head off?”
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“<b>Yeah</b>… about that. Please pretend I never said that. I’m a full–on Wingre stan now. Can we not talk about the head thing?
Jean took one nce at the flood of messages and calmly typed
“No smurf. Just <b>this </b>one ount.
And with that, she logged off.
At that point, the livestream had rocketed up the rankings for its time slot. It wasn’t quite pulling pro–level numbers, but it was definitely blowing up with hype.
“It’s already over? That didn’t feel long enough.”
“Is Wingre still ying? I need more of his ranked matches. That was pure eye <b>candy</b>”
“Dude. He’s way too cool. I’m obsessed.”
“He ys like a pro–honestly better than a lot of them. Who is this guy?”
“Big–brain <b>reads</b>, wless moves, and pure style. He might actually rival Deadmark.”
“Someone please drop intel on Wingre. I’m desperate to send a friend request.”
“Ne joke, I watched that whole match basically on my knees. Unreal
At the same time, Reddit’s <b>front </b>page <b>was </b>almostpletely <b>taken </b>over. Nearly every trending post was about one name Wingre.
“A literal star justnded on Server <b>One</b>.
“Bronze rank <b>with </b>pro–level <b>gamey</b>. This guy’s insane.
“Wingre, if you’re <b>out </b>there reading this–reply. I’m <b>your </b>fan now, no joke
“Whoever that was <b>just </b>dropped into low <b>ranks </b>and absolutely dominated. It was like watching a shark in a <b>kiddie </b>pool”
“Hey, where’s that original poster from earlier? What’s it like getting carried by the Bronze you were trash–<b>talking</b>?”
Help I thought Deadmark was my one and only, but <b>Wingre </b>just stole my heart. The skills, the swagger–<b>everything</b>:
I was in that match He said that’s his only ount. <b>No </b><b>smurting</b>”
“Wait really? Ite’s just a random new yer with cracked mechanics?”
“Wingre has such a distinct ystyle. Definitely doesn’t feel <b>like </b>a typical pro’s alt. Nobody even <b>knows </b>if he’s a guy or a
Has to be a guy. No way a girl ys like that”
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Her rank had jumped straight from Bronze to Gold in a single leap.
The system only gave her a little over a hundred for the win.
The <b>rest</b>? All from spectator power–ups.
That much? Seriously?
Jean’s brows drew together.
Were there really that many people watching that match?
Apparently so–way more than she expected.
What she didn’t know yet was that <b>she </b><b>had </b><b>already </b>gone viral on League of Legends Reddit. She <b>was </b>the new name on everyone’s lips.
After ncing at her stats, she logged out.
le day into gaming.
It wasn’t a weekend. She couldn’t afford to sink her whole day into gaming.
At the rate she was going, she’d hit high rank <b>soon</b>.
<b>And </b>once she did, there was a good chance she’d get matched with Winston.
That was her <b>goal</b>.
To challenge Winston.
Because in the end, everything she did came down to one mission, which was to bring Winston home willingly.
Meanwhile, Winston had just logged out. Rn, who finished <b>his </b>game too, picked up his phone and opened League of Legends Reddit to do some casual scrolling.
They were hanging out at Rn’s apartment.
Whenever they felt like gaming together, this was their <b>go</b>–to spot.
The apartment was huge, the setup was perfect, and they even had staff around to help out.
“Reddit’s going wild about some star yer showing up in Server One?” Rn <b>said</b><b>, </b>scrolling fast. “Another ‘next Deadmark? Come on. These <b>guys </b>hype anyone with <b>decent </b>mechanics. Give it a rest. Not every <b>rookie </b>needs to be the seconding.”
He shook his head, smirking <b>a </b>little.
Then <b>his </b>expression froze.
Something on the screen <b>caught </b><b>his </b>eye.
He paused, staring at a post
It was a thread filled <b>with </b>GIFs of Wingre’s <b>ys </b>from that <bst </b>match–clean edits of every highlight.
tn’s eyes narrowed. The surprise hit fast.
“Winston This guy’s legit. You need to see this. He shoved the phone in Winston’s direction, eyes gleaming with excitement. is the first time. someone’s mechanics actually caught my eye”
“These ys are gorgeous. No wonder people are calling him the next Deadmark. For real–besides you, this citement.
Winston said nothing. He sat quietly, his lips drawn in a t line, <b>eyes </bzily <b>sliding </b>over <b>the </b>animated clips on Rn’s phone.
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His gaze stopped.
He stared at the screen for a moment longer than usual. <b>Something </b>in his eyes sharpened, just slightly
This one might actually be worth watching
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Like always, Jean showed up early at Sterford Academy.
<b>Sofia</b>, who sat behind her, leaned in as soon as Jean dropped into <b>her </b>seat, voice low and filled with curiosity.
“Jean, rumor is we’ve got a transfer student today.”
“Yeah?” Jean didn’t have much of a reaction. Honestly, she was more impressed with how on–point Sofia’s gossip radar always
was.
This girl hears everything.
“Where’d you get that info<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“I ran into the dean this morning. She said so herself. Sofia said, dead serious<b>. </b>
Right then, their stand–in homeroom teacher walked in. The sharp ck of her heels echoed through the room as she made her way to the front. She cleared her throat, then gave the ss a well–rehearsed smile.
“Alright, ss 3. Today you’ll be meeting a new student. We’re about to have one more person joining our little ssroom <b>family</b>”
As soon as the teacher finished speaking, the entire ssroom exploded with chatter.
“A new kid: No way!
“A transfer student? Getting <b>into </b>Sterford halfway through? They’ve gotta be next–level…”
Transfers at Sterford Academy were basically unheard of. Anyone who qualified usually started here from the very beginning.
The school had crazy–high standards, so if someone transferred in now, they were absolutely handpicked by the principal, <b>“</b>Hope they’re not another walking <b>headache </b>
“Haha, fingers crossed it’s someone fun this time. Just please–not another attention–seeking nightmare.”
“Alright everyone, settle down.” The homeroom <b>teacher </b>pped her hands, motioning for the <b>ss </b>to quiet. Then she turned toward the door <b>and </b>called out, “You cane in
now
a lifted her gaze, staring at the entrance along with the rest of the room<b>. </b>
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up every single face.
A tall, lean by walked in, <b>his </b>steps calm and deliberate.
felt
He frit like a breeze–cool andposed, sweeping <b>right </b>into the heart of the ssroom
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