When the Family 36

Chapter 36 Facing Winston Again

Jean scratched her head, a little frustrated.

Time

for another match.

She queued up for ranked–and finally-

Deadmark’s name popped up on the enemy team.

For the first time in a while, her heart actually raced.

Winston, you little punk. Gotcha

At the same time, news that Wingflare and Deadmark had matched again exploded across the server.

Even players who weren’t online started logging in just to watch

The League of Legends forums were instantly flooded.

“Wingflare vs. Deadmark–round two. Who remembers the bet?”

“Wait, was that bet really made by Wingflare himself?”

Finished

“Looks like it. The account was made the same day as his first ranked match. No bragging, just said his piece and dipped”

“This is gonna be huge.”

“Why e

“Why even bet? Wingflare’s doomed.”

“Wingflare bet his dignity and still thinks he can take Deadmark? Know your limits, man.”

“Deadmark’s a saint for humoring that sore loser’s nonsense.”

“Y’all talk a big game, but you’ll be the first in line to watch the stream”

“Damn right I’ll watch ‘I wanna see Wingflare get wiped.”

The match hadn’t even started yet when Jean typed in all–chat:

bet we made last

Deadmark didn’t reply.

filled the chat

“Wait, the bet’s real?”

די

faked that

Don’t drag us into

this is actually

lose, you two better

us, bro. We

didn’t say anything else. Deadmark

the match began,

36 Facing

Jean was locked in.

This match mattered.

Finished

crushing loss, but to win the bet–and

this alone. Last time, Winston had camped her with

this time, she needed

“This game really matters to me. I’m not asking much–just follow my calls and back me up if I get

her surprise, her teammates were super chill. They

there he was–Winston, waiting across the

see what you’re

Winston just played the lane calmly, trading

What’s he up to

she was

unloading a

alert. Her reactions kicked in,

The livestream chat exploded.

“That was awesome”

is

is so

“Their reactions are insane

pull that off. Youth is wasted

be a stomp like last time.

Jean exhaled slowly.

she’d slipped for even a second, Winston would’ve landed the kill and

would’ve been

Winston wasn’t giving up

each trade sharp and calculated—aiming to break her down and humiliate

her jaw. Her pride

wasn’t leting

charged at her, reckless and aggressive Jean fought

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