“Can you tell your relationship with our Evan?” Rossy asked with a straight face.
The surrounding air froze for a mont.
“Huh?”Both Fionna and Evan blinked in utter confusion.
“Oh great, she did what I feared...” Jason muttered, turning away as he quietly slipped out of the fra to escape the rising secondhand embarrassnt.
“What do you an, ma’am?” Fionna asked, her voice slightly unsteady.
“I an...” Rossy leaned in with an innocent smile, “What is your relationship with our Evan? How close are you two?”
“Ohhh, that’s what you ant. Well, ma’am, I was his horoom teacher when he first joined our school. Now, I’m just a regular teacher.”Fionna’s calm reply instantly dashed Rossy’s internal fantasy.
“Oh…” Rossy pouted slightly, her face falling with a flicker of disappointnt. “So, not a friend… I didn’t expect you to be a teacher at this age. Well, good for you,” she added with a forced smile.
“Um... Was my answer not satisfying to you?” Fionna asked, puzzled.
“Nothing, nothing at all,” Rossy said, trying to act unfazed, though the defeat was written all over her face.
“Let’s go, many of my friends are calling us,” Jason called out from a safe distance, waving her over.
Rossy gave Evan one last motherly shout across the hall, “Listen, Evan! If you get sleepy, go to your own room, okay?! Don’t stay up too late—and not soone else’s room, alright, dear?”
Heads turned. Murmurs spread.Evan froze on the spot, visibly dying inside.
“…So now I see why Sir Rick gave you admission to Section-A, huh?” Fionna said with a knowing smile, raising an eyebrow.
Evan sighed, “Yes and no. Uncle wanted to put in an average class, but Sir Rick forced into A. Not my fault.”
“What are you going to do now?” she asked, waving back to so friends calling her over.
“I’ll just roam around. Try to find Jas if he’s here,” Evan said, scanning the crowd.
“Alright then. Bye~”“Bye.”
He began wandering through the massive party hall, eyes trailing over the students chatting in groups.
He didn’t bother to join them.
Instead, he walked past one group——and paused.
“Hey, did you hear? There’s a guy in the arcade who hasn’t lost a single match!” one of them exclaid.
“Yeah! Let’s go see that pro!”
Evan’s interest piqued.Without a word, he followed the group quietly.
The ga arcade was a whole different world.
Rows of premium PCs and futuristic gaming pods lined the walls.It put his regular gaming parlor to sha.
But what caught Evan’s attention was the crowd gathered around a large screen.
He weaved through the players and peered in.
A duel was in progress—One character was a massive, muscle-packed bruiser with insane HP.The other? A slim street fighter with average stats.
The match began, and to everyone’s shock, the street fighter chained together a brutal combo, slicing the tanky opponent’s health in half. Then another—And another.
KO!
The crowd erupted.
“FIFTY-EIGHT WIN STREAK!” soone scread.
The winner stood up, raising a fist—And Evan’s jaw dropped.
Jas.
A familiar smile on his face.
Evan pushed through the crowd toward him. So people laughed, thinking he was another fanboy.
Jas, however, looked confused when he noticed Evan.
“Hi, where’ve you been? I’ve been looking for you,” Evan said.
Jas tilted his head. “Mmm… have we t before?”
Evan stared.Then squinted.Then frowned.
“You dumb donkey—it's !”
Recognition hit Jas like a brick. “Ohhh Evan?! Man, you look different. I didn’t expect to see you here!”
Evan mock-punched his arm. “You seriously didn’t recognize because I changed clothes?”
“Well—yeah! You looked like one of those VIP tech guys!” Jas laughed.
The people nearby watched in awe.
The pro gar had a friend?!
Evan rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Let’s go play so duo.”
They found two open PCs and jumped into a match.
Their teamwork was solid—until a random ambush wiped them out, leaving them with 2nd place.
Jas grumbled under his breath, but Evan shrugged it off. “Relax, we’ll go again.”
Just as their characters stood in the ga lobby, soone shouted from behind:
“Hey kid! Is that a Shadow Elent on your ID?!”
All heads turned.Gasps erupted.
Shadow Elent.A rare—almost mythical—elent in the ga world.
Players sward.Caras clicked.Soone took a selfie with the screen.
“Yo, stop it,” Jas growled. The crowd backed off slightly.
Then ca the inevitable—
“Hey, I’ll buy your account for 100,000 Dragon Points!”“150,000!”“300,000!”
Offers flew like bullets.
And it didn’t stop.It rose.And rose.And rose again.
960,500 Dragon Points.
Everyone waited with bated breath.Would he sell it?Would he cash out?
These weren’t just numbers. Every kid here ca from a powerful background. To them, burning hundreds of thousands on a ga account was child’s play.
Evan raised his hand.
“Stop. My answer is...”
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Tell what he's going to say.And I think you all already know it, right?
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