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“Yeah,” I nodded.
A small grin crept onto his face. “Bet!”
I raised a brow. “Bet?”
“Yeah. That means I got three weeks to beat all my games before they bench me for recovery.”
I stared at him, then burst out laughing. “You are so unserious.”
“I’m dead serious, sis,” he exclaimed, grabbing his controller again. “Recovery Kyrin about to be bored, so I gotta lock in now.”
I shook my head, smiling.
Only Kyrin could turn something like this into a gaming deadline. But honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
