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 a single unhappy face Honestly , she didn't expect Winston to reply at all . However , ten seconds later- Deadmark was confused . jean's eyes widened slightly . He actually replied ? Wingflare was puzzled . Deadmark was speechless . Wingflare asked , " Is this really Deadmark himself ? " Deadmark said , " Who else ? " Jean initially assumed someone as cold and indifferent as Winston would never bother responding to a random player's private memage W igflare said . "Abem , fine … I just wanted to let you know , ime we play , I'll definitely win . " though I lost today , it doesn't mean I'm worse than you . The Jean waited , bur Winston didn't respond immediately . About half a minute later , he finally replied with- Deadmark " Oh " fran clenched her fist slightly c " Is this really you ?" " Probably fake , no way this is the real Wingflare " 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 , he'll agree dition from me " Although Winston had already agreed privately , Jean wasn't taking chances . ch " Whoa !" " For real ? When did you two start chatting privately ? This is exciting ! " " Crazy " " Damn , let me know when you two match again - I have to watch this live . " " Seriously , Wingflare , how thick is your skin ? You just got annihilated today , and you still think you can beat him next time ? Dream on " You're so lame , betting like this ." u can touch at this level " " As much as I wanna see this , Wingflare should train harder first . Deadmark is not someone you " You have no hope of winning , honestly , " " Don't be so stubborn . Just accept defeat gracefully ; there's no point in being stubborn ." " You just got utterly wrecked today . There's no point embarrassing yourself again ." " Exactly . Even though I enjoy your gameplay , Deadmark is the legend , you're miles behind . " " Hah , Wingflare isn't even worthy of being compared to Deadmark . " Jean pressed her lips together and calmly typed one final reply : " Til win . You're all welcome to watch next time ." Then , she exited the forum cleanly . offline . The moment she exited , the system forced Jean's account o Staring at the giant anti - addiction warning on the screen , Jean realized she might have played a bit too long today . But at least she was another step closer to her goal The next day , when Jean walked into class , Asher was already seated . The young man kept his gaze lowered , expression indifferent . He sat upright and didn't spare Jean a glance . 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 bread 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 package and began eating quietly . His side profile was serene , early morning sunlight spilled onto his straight nose , making the scene appear like a painting . lean elanced at him briefly , then squinted slightly ₫ · Chapter 23 Poor Male Lead 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 him , " Check the date . This bread's expired ." Asher hadn't returned to the main Lawson family yet , and his household was terribly poor . Otherwise , he wouldn't have transferred to Stellarford for its scholarship . She hadn't realized the male lead was poor enough to resort to expired bread . +8 Pearts 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 boy , The teenager before her really was just a kid - at the sensitive age when pride mattered the most . Poor kid . Jean quietly took out the cake she'd packed as a snack for later and carefully offered it to Asher . Send Gifts 48 Winona Jensen, the rightful heir, is cast aside as Amelia Jensen, an impostor, wins over their family by faking an illness. On Winona’s wedding day, Amelia pulls another stunt, ruining her marriage an...