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 disasterb; /bbthis /bwas pathetic.”

“Who told you all to hype Wingre to the heavens? Turns bout /bhe’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 bwas /bannoying 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 ba /bsingle unhappy face

Honestly, she didn’t expect Winston to reply bat /ball.

However, ten secondster-

Deadmark bwas /bconfused.

jean’s eyes widened slightly. He actually replied?

Wingre was puzzled.

Deadmark was speechless.

Wingre asked, “Is this breally /bDeadmark himself?”

Deadmark said, “Who else?”

Jean initially assumed someone as cold band /bindifferent bas /bWinston would never bother responding to a random yer’s private memage

W

igre said. “Abem, fine… I just wanted to let byou /bbknow/b,

ime we by/b, I’ll definitely bwin/bb./b”

though I lost btoday/b, it doesn’t mean I’m worse than byou/b. The

Jean waited, bur Winston didn’t brespond /bimmediately.

About bhalf /ba 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 bin/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. Dealb?/bb” /b

Deadmark said, “Childish

Jean’s bhand /btwitched slightly.

Who are you calling childish!

Wingre bsaid/b, “Afraid you won’t win next time?”

Deadmark. “Hardly”

Wingre: “Then why don’t you dare agree? Are you scared?”

After bthis /bmessage, there was another brief silence from Winston’s bend/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 bthe /bforum startled her.

Almost the entire homepage was filled with her own ID.

Jean nced over it briefly. Her reputation on bthe /bforum 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 matchb, /bhe’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 bexciting/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 bso /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.”

“bYou /bjust got utterly wrecked today. There’s no point embarrassing yourself againb.” /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 ball /bwee to watch next timeb.” /b

Then, bshe /bexited 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, bexpression /bindifferent. 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 bbread /bfrom 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 bpackage /band began eating quietly.

His side profile was serene, early morning sunlight spilled onto his bstraight /bnose, bmaking /bthe scene appear like a bpainting/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 bhim/b, “Check the date. This bread’s expired.”

Asher hadn’t returned to the main Lawson family yet, and his household bwas /bterribly 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 bboy/b,

The teenager before her really was just a kid–at the sensitive age bwhen /bpride 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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