My younger brother used my gaming account to boost a girl's rank, then dumped her cold. Her older brother tracked me down. As soon as I logged in, I got pulled into a private lobby. After getting yelled at for a solid thirty minutes... I was confused and terrified, so I said in a small voice: "I'm sorry, big brother. I was wrong. "If you're still mad, you can yell at me for another half hour. It's all my fault." Silence on the other end. Then, a crisp slap sound echoed through my headset. His voice suddenly changed, turning soft and husky: "No, I'm the one who should apologize. "Let me carry you to a higher rank to make it up to you." Fast forward to the end-of-summer Parent-Teacher Conference. My brother finally met my "boyfriend" and broke down completely: "Sis, I got dumped, and you're happily dating her brother?!" 1 I let my brother use my gaming account for a month over the summer. He claimed he earned me the title of "Number One Jungler in the State." Excited, I logged in to take a screenshot. But the moment I got online, I was dragged into a private lobby. The other player had a cute anime girl avatar. But when the mic turned on, it was a clear, pleasant male voice: "We're all adults here. You should know right from wrong. "Seducing a high schooler, dating for two weeks, then dumping them? What is that? "Zero responsibility. Zero integrity. "People like you just drift through life making stupid mistakes. You're consistent, I'll give you that. "A certified idiot." He sounded angry. But he also didn't seem very good at insults. Still, nobody likes getting trash-talked non-stop. After a full thirty minutes of this lecture, he paused to catch his breath, then said indignantly: "Why aren't you saying anything? "Do you think you have no defense?" I was completely lost. Honestly, I had no idea what he was talking about or what I did wrong. Dating? Seducing? Me? I've been single since birth. But I'm a known pushover. A classic people-pleaser. If someone confronts me, I usually just fold. I turned on my mic and whispered timidly: "I'm sorry, big brother. I was wrong. "Are you less angry now? "If not, you can yell at me for another thirty minutes. It's all my fault." Dead silence on the other end. Suddenly, a loud SLAP echoed in my headset. It was so loud I jumped. Then came a low, regretful murmur: "Oh god, I deserve to die..." I let out a confused "Huh?" He cleared his throat. His voice suddenly dropped an octave, becoming magnetic and deep: "No, I'm the one who should apologize. "I'll carry you in ranked matches to make it up to you." Yay! No more yelling. I blinked. "Thank you, big brother." He coughed again. The game started. I was immediately distracted by the "Level 99 Couple" badge on the loading screen. Then I noticed our usernames were matching: Mine: [Help Grandma Across the Street] His: [Help Grandma Run the Red Light] I was so confused. I tilted my head and asked politely: "Excuse me, when did we start dating? "Why didn't I know about this?" 2 I heard a crash on his end, like something heavy falling over. He seemed flustered. His character even wasted a Flash spell by accident. "It wasn't us. "Was someone else using your account recently?" I nodded. Realizing he couldn't see me, I quickly explained: "Yes. "My brother was playing on my account all summer." He sighed deeply. "That explains it. "It was your brother and my sister dating." After his explanation, I finally understood. My brother used my account to flirt with a girl, carry her in games, and date her online. Then, he ghosted her after two weeks. What a jerk. I said indignantly: "Big brother, you were right to yell earlier. Guys like my brother deserve it. "Fickle and irresponsible. What kind of man is he?" He paused, his voice getting even softer: "You don't have to keep calling me 'big brother.' I'm... not used to it. "My name is Julian. You can just call me that." I froze. I got yelled at a lot in games for being bad, so I looked up tutorials online. The videos said calling people "big brother" or "big sister" and admitting mistakes usually calmed them down. It always worked before. Why not this time? My people-pleasing tendencies kicked in again. I whispered: "Why can't I call you that? "Are you still mad at me? "I'm sorry." Julian responded immediately: "I'm not mad at you." His voice got quieter, almost stammering: "Has anyone told you... your voice is really sweet? "It's just... when you call me that, I get shy." Friends had complimented my voice before. But hearing him say it so directly made my face burn. My fingers fumbled on the controls. I missed a skill shot. I was about to die to the enemy team. Julian burst out of the bushes, shielding me. With a smooth combo, he secured a triple kill. I gasped: "Big brother, you're amazing!" As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I didn't listen to him. Why did I call him that again?! Julian sent a cute in-game emote. His character ran circles around mine and flashed a heart. "Just follow me. "Come here, I'll give you the Blue Buff." I ran circles around him too. This time, I remembered the right name. "Thank you, Julian." A soft chuckle came through the headset. It scratched at my heart like a feather. "You're welcome. "It's what I should do." 3 Julian was incredibly good and had the patience of a saint. Even when I went 0-7, he carried us to victory. And he never blamed me. Instead, he kept comforting me, saying I was doing fine. We played until the early hours of the morning. Julian promised to play with me again next time. We swapped contact info. Coincidentally, his profile picture was a cute cat, just like mine. (¯︶¯) Found a kindred spirit. I went to sleep feeling happy. The next morning at breakfast, seeing my brother, Kyle, sitting across from me, I remembered the serious business. I asked in a spooky tone: "Have you been dating anyone lately?" Kyle jerked his head up, then looked down in panic. His eyes darted around. "No, who told you that?" I pulled up the game history. Pages of duo-queue records with a girl. Kyle deflated like a popped balloon, slumping onto the table. Under my interrogation, he finally confessed with tears in his eyes: "Sis, I didn't want to break up! "I thought it was just online dating. But she sent me a photo. "I recognized her immediately! She's my classmate! "My best bro has had a crush on her forever. I can't steal his girl! "Plus, she's so pretty and the top student in our school. I... I don't deserve her... "She kept asking why I wanted to break up. I couldn't tell her the truth, so I just ghosted her." I was stunned. I almost passed out from anger. I flicked Kyle hard on the forehead. No matter how twisted the truth was, it didn't change the fact that he was a scumbag! 4 After lecturing Kyle, I wanted to tell Julian the whole story. But then I saw his new WeChat Moment: [My sister hasn't stopped crying about the breakup. What do I do? (T.T)] It was that serious! And Kyle was the one who hurt her. We definitely owed them a proper apology. I anxiously messaged Julian: [Can we meet up?] [I want to discuss how to solve the issue between my brother and your sister.] Julian replied instantly: [!] [Of course!] We agreed to meet at a cafe downtown. When I arrived, I scanned the shop. Only one person was sitting inside. A bald, muscular man in a black tank top with full sleeve tattoos. I got nervous. Is that Julian? He looks huge. Like a mob boss... I shuffled over slowly, too scared to say hi. I was afraid if the conversation went south, I'd get beaten up. Then the bell on the door chimed. I turned around. A guy rushed in, black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, making his skin look porcelain white. He was panting slightly. His lips were parted, red and glossy. He was devastatingly handsome. I couldn't believe it. I tentatively asked: "Julian?" He nodded, pressing his lips together shyly: "Sorry, I'm late." His eyes sparkled as he handed me a beautiful box with both hands. "I bought a little cake for you."
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