Chapter 425 Go On, Keep Acting Aloof


    Jean couldn’t help but smile.


    That tone–definitely not Winston’s usual style.


    Finished


    If he had something to ask, he’d normally juste right out and say it. But now? He sounded awkward. Hesitant. Like he was pacing circles around his own question.


    Jean: “What is it? Winston, just say it!”


    His reply came quickly.


    Winston: “So… did you talk to Dalton today?”


    Jean raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting as amusement flickered in her eyes.


    <i>You </i>little…


    Acting like you don’t care, like you don’t even want to speak to him–yet here you are, asking about him behind the scenes.


    Her fingers tapped the screen as she typed:


    Jean: “Wow. I thought you didn’t care whether he talked or not. Look at you, asking about him and everything.”


    There was no response.


    Like her message had stunned him into silence.


    Jean set her phone down and went back to shoveling food into her mouth.


    Some time passed. Then her phone buzzed again with a new WhatsApp notification.


    Winston: “It’s not that I care…”


    Winston: “It’s just that he’s acting strange.”


    Winston: “First match, barely said a few words. Second match,pletely silent.”


    Jean: “Uh–huh. And that’s not caring?”


    Winston: …


    Jean: “Alright, I’ll stop teasing you.”


    Winston: “I’m the team captain. If something’s wrong with a teammate, I should at least know


    ut it.


    Jean let out augh.


    Give it a rest, man. The more you exin, the more obvious it is you care.


    Jean: “I get it. I actually messaged him earlier. Asked if he was okay. He said not to worry, didn’t want to talk much. But he doesn’t <i>seem </i>like something’s wrong…”


    Chapter 425 Go On, Keep Acting Aloof


    Jean: “Maybe he’s just feeling down and doesn’t want to talk?”


    Winston: “Then why didn’t you ask him why he’s feeling down?”


    <i>Really</i><i>? </i><i>So </i><i>now </i><i>she’s </i><i>the </i><i>designated </i><i>emotional </i>support <i>too</i>?


    Jean: “Then you go ask him?”


    Winston: “You already know I won’t.”


    Jean: “Why not? Just take the first step. Be the bigger person.”


    Silence again.


    Then, half a minuteter:


    Winston: “That’s probably not happening.”


    Jean gritted her teeth.


    <i>Go </i><i>on </i><i>then</i><i>, </i><i>keep </i><i>acting </i><i>all </i><i>aloof</i><i>. </i>


    But with break time running short, they didn’t have time to keep chatting.


    Jean finished the rest of her food quickly before she was prompted to log back in and rejoin the The official schedule was intense–everything had to be wrapped up in two days.


    game.


    Finished


    The third match of the day was against a team with actual skill. These yers were well–known across the


    server.


    This time, it wasn’t a stomp.


    Dalton stayed silent, just like before. But now, he at least typed asional messages in team chat tomunicate in–game.


    Still, he didn’t y as well as he had earlier. In fact, he made several mistakes.


    And with their opponents putting up a solid fight, the match turned into a real struggle.


    Fortunately, Winston and Jean were still in top form. The two of them held the line and, through sheer coordination and sharp ys, dragged the win over the finish line.


    “Barely made it. That could’ve been a loss.”


    “What’s going on with Veilthorn? He was greatst round, but this game? Total flop.”


    “If Deadmark and Wingre had lost this, everyone would be ming Veilthorn.”


    “Veilthorn’s ying like garbage this round.”


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