Chapter 23 Poor Male Lead
The livestream’s chat box flooded rapidly.
-That was awesome!”
“Wingre is still too green, hahaha.”
“Wingre’s truly a disaster<b>; </b><b>this </b>was pathetic.”
“Who told you all to hype Wingre to the heavens? Turns <b>out </b>he’s just a newbie who’s yed for two days.”
“As expected, against Deadmark, Wingre kneels.”
“Where are those Wingre fans now? Come out and talk!”
“Deadmark truly deserves his rep; he times those team calls perfectly. Wingre was beaten t.”
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 <b>was </b>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 <b>a </b>single unhappy face
Honestly, she didn’t expect Winston to reply <b>at </b>all.
However, ten secondster-
Deadmark <b>was </b>confused.
jean’s eyes widened slightly. He actually replied?
Wingre was puzzled.
Deadmark was speechless.
Wingre asked, “Is this <b>really </b>Deadmark himself?”
Deadmark said, “Who else?”
Jean initially assumed someone as cold <b>and </b>indifferent <b>as </b>Winston would never bother responding to a random yer’s private memage
W
igre said. “Abem, fine… I just wanted to let <b>you </b><b>know</b>,
ime we <b>y</b>, I’ll definitely <b>win</b><b>.</b>”
though I lost <b>today</b>, it doesn’t mean I’m worse than <b>you</b>. The
Jean waited, bur Winston didn’t <b>respond </b>immediately.
About <b>half </b>a minuteter, he finally replied with-
Deadmark “Oh”
fran clenched her fist slightly
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Deadmark said, “On what?<b>” </b>
Wingre said, “Let’s bet that the next time we meet <b>in</b>–game, I’ll win.
Deadmark replied, “You’re pretty confident.”
Wingre said, “Just say yes or no.”
Deadmark asked, “What’s the wager?”
Jean pressed her lips together, thinking.
Wingre wrote, “Whoever loses has to fulfill one unconditional request from the winner. Deal<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Deadmark said, “Childish
Jean’s <b>hand </b>twitched slightly.
Who are you calling childish!
Wingre <b>said</b>, “Afraid you won’t win next time?”
Deadmark. “Hardly”
Wingre: “Then why don’t you dare agree? Are you scared?”
After <b>this </b>message, there was another brief silence from Winston’s <b>end</b>.
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 <b>the </b>forum startled her.
Almost the entire homepage was filled with her own ID.
Jean nced over it briefly. Her reputation on <b>the </b>forum was rather mixed..
Some praised her, while others mocked her.
She didn’t mind, directly publishing her first post on the forum.
Tim Wingre.
Replies immediately exploded beneath her post.
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“Is this really you?”
“Probably fake, no way this is the real Wingre
“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<b>, </b>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 <b>exciting</b>!”
“Crazy”
“Damn, let me know when you two match again–I have to watch this live.”
“Seriously, Wingre, how thick is your skin? You just got annihted today, and you still think you can beat him next time?
Dream on
“You’re <b>so </bme, betting like this.”
u can touch at this level”
“As much as I wanna see this, Wingre should train harder first. Deadmark is not someone you
“You have no hope of winning, honestly,<b>” </b>
“Don’t be so stubborn. Just ept defeat gracefully; there’s no point in being stubborn.”
“<b>You </b>just got utterly wrecked today. There’s no point embarrassing yourself again<b>.” </b>
“Exactly. Even though I enjoy your gamey, Deadmark is the legend, you’re miles behind.”
“Hah, Wingre isn’t even worthy of beingpared to Deadmark.”
Jean pressed her lips together and calmly typed one final reply:
“Til win. You’re <b>all </b>wee to watch next time<b>.” </b>
Then, <b>she </b>exited the forum cleanly.
offline.
The moment she exited, the system forced Jean’s ount o
Staring at the giant anti–addiction warning on the screen, Jean realized she might have yed a bit too long today.
But at least she was another step closer to her goal
The next day, when Jean walked into ss, Asher was already seated.
The young man kept his gaze lowered, <b>expression </b>indifferent. He sat upright and didn’t spare Jean a nce.
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 <b>bread </b>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 <b>package </b>and began eating quietly.
His side profile was serene, early morning sunlight spilled onto his <b>straight </b>nose, <b>making </b>the scene appear like a <b>painting</b>.
lean nced 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 <b>him</b>, “Check the date. This bread’s expired.”
Asher hadn’t returned to the main Lawson family yet, and his household <b>was </b>terribly poor.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have transferred to Sterford for its schrship.
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 <b>boy</b>,
The teenager before her really was just a kid–at the sensitive age <b>when </b>pride mattered the most.
Poor kid.
Jean quietly took out the cake she’d packed as a snack forter and carefully offered it to Asher.
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