The match bended/b, and once again, Jean was named MVP by the system

She checked her score–it had skyrocketed thanks to all the spectators sending her energy. Her points maxed out, and her rank jumped straight bto /bKing.

A shiny golden crown appeared above her avatar.

At the same time, a system–wide

ement popped up

“Congrattions to yer Wingre for reaching the King ther

She’d even broken a record–fastest time to reach King in the entire server.

But Jean wasn’t paying attention to any of that. She had more important things to do

She immediately messaged Deadmark

About ten secondster, she got a reply-

Deadmark: “I knew you’de. Been waiting

Jean’s eyes widened slightly.

That wasn’t the reaction she expected.

She’d assumed Winston would be salty, cold, sarcastic–especially after losing. But his tone seemedpletely normal.

Too normal.

Which, for Winston, was anything but normal.

Jean cautiously probed

Wingre: The real one?”

Deadmark: “Are you serioud You ask that every time.

Wingre. “That temper. yeah, that’s definitely you.”

Deadmark:

Wingre: I get straight to the point. I’m here to ask you to fulfill our bet.”

Deadmark: “Of course.”

Jean frowned.

He was being weird. Way too agreeable. Since when was Winston bthis /bcooperative?

She couldn’t hold back her curiosity

Wingre You’re unusually easy to deal with btoday/b”

Deadmark:

Winston usually had zero patience–even with his close friend Rn, he was moody at best.

But he did bhave /bone rare quality if someone bbeat /bhim fair and square, or made him admit defeat, he didn’t get bitter. He’d own it. And he’d always honor a bet.

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Chapter 38 Her Request

Just like he’d thought the first time he sa Wingre y-

This person is strong

I might not be able to beat them.

That bwas /bthe first time he’d ever felt that.

So when they matched for the first time, he got serious. Used some tricks. Took the win.

And when he agreed to the bet afterward, it was partly to challenge himself.

He’d

Finished

grown toofortable. He wanted to see if, bwith /bthat bet hanging over his head, he could p

go all–out and beat someone

strong.

He blost/b.

But he wasn’t angry.

Wingre was ba /bfun opponent. Someone who made him care about winning again.

After a pause, he finally typed:

Deadmark: “If you keep rambling, I’m leaving

Wingre: “Okay, okay–I’ll say it. Guess what I want you to do?

Deadmark: “No clue”

Jean twitched.

He didn’t even try to guess….

Wingre: “I bwant /byou to go home and have dinner with your family this weekend.”

She hit send.

But Winston didn’t reply right away. It was like the message had vanished into a ck hole.

Two minutester, he finally responded.

Deadmark: “Are you out of your mind?”

Jean pressed her blips /btogether.

There it is. That’s the Winston I know.

The one earlier had been way too tame.

Wingre: “I’m serious.”

Deadmark: “Right now I want you to get lost.”

Wingre: “Can’t. I’m already sitting”

“Winston, I get that you’re not thrilled about this.

. But you

you’re not the type to go back on your word.”

“I know the request sounds random but I’m doing ban /bimportant bstudy/b. You’re my subject.”

Deadmark “What studyb?/b”

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Wingre: “If you don’t help, my study’s doomed. And everyone saw us make that bet. I won. You can’t back out

She went straight for the guilt trip.

Finally, after thirty seconds of silence-

Deadmark: “ok”

Jean smiled in satisfaction.

Gotcha

Five million, here Ie.

Right then, the server bwas /bstill exploding with buzz.

The news that Deadmark had lost to the neer Wingre had made it to the hot topics list.

“Deadmark.” “Wingre,” “League of Legends“-all three climbed the trending charts.

Total noob here–who’s Wingre Never heard of them before

“No way. Deadmark actually lost?”

“Did W

“Did Wingre bjust /bkill a god? Deadmark is literally the number one yer.”

“Give me everything on Wingre. Like, now.

“I just watched the highlights. Wingre’s insane. That control and precision!”

“Don’t diss Deadmark over one loss. His team crumbled. He still yed out of his mind.”

“It’s just ranked. No one wins every match. Deadmark is still a legend.”

“Wingre’s my new obsession”

The next day–Monday.

Jean still had to get up early for school.

When she walked into the dining room, she blinked in surprise.

Sienna was in the kitchen, wearing a light pink apron, making breakfast herself.

Jean rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Jean, you’re up.” Sienna turned around, smiling gently.

Jean’s eyes widened. “Mom, you’re cooking?”

Sienna smiled a little brighter. “I have to fly

fly out again tomorrow. I wanted to cook for you before I bgo/bb./bb” /b

Finished

She wouldn’t have done bthis /bbefore.

bBack /bwhen things between them were colder, she would’ve worried it would seem clingy–like she bwas /btrying too bhard/b.

But after yesterday…

bSienna /bcould feel it.olliJean was d/li/ol

bwas /bdifferent bnow/b,

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Jean bit her lip, moved.

Sienna heard it–every word–and her smile grew warmer.

Finished

Somehow, it eased the weight she’d been carrying about her uing trip, and the bpainful /btruth she might bhave /bto face.

After breakfast, Jean hurried off to school.

But instead of heading to ss, she made a beeline for the art building.

Shrouded in early morning fog, the building looked more mysterious than ever.

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