The Gaming God Hated Clingy Girls Until He Met Me Chapter 03

The Gaming God Hated Clingy Girls Until He Met Me Chapter 03

“Does Ethan like gaming too?”

Remembering the gaming screen I had glimpsed earlier, I couldn’t help but ask.

Chase gave a vague, noncommittal shrug. “Oh, him? He’s a little bit worse than me.”

I was completely shocked. Worse than my brother? He must be absolutely terrible!

Over the next few weeks, Ethan and I barely saw each other in person, communicating mostly over text.

No matter how many times I subtly tried to flirt under the guise of asking for help with my advanced calculus homework, he effortlessly steered the conversation back to the formulas every single time.

After a while, our romantic progress was basically non-existent, but my calculus grades skyrocketed.

Eventually, my roommate offered a piece of advice. “A girl is most attractive when she’s absolutely dominating in a field she excels at.”

The only area where I knew I could definitely outshine Ethan was gaming.

I immediately opened my messages, found his contact—which I had customized to [Husband]—and sent a sweet, melting voice note.

[Ethan, are you playing right now? Can I join you?]

[No, sorry.]

Yep, the expected rejection.

I typed back. “It’s totally fine if you’re not that great, I can carry you!”

His reply was short. “Apologies, I’m currently streaming.”

Streaming?

With how badly he supposedly played, was he trying to be a comedy gaming streamer or something?

The more I thought about it, the more suspicious it felt.

I quickly opened a browser and searched his name.

To my absolute horror, the guy who Chase claimed was “worse than him” turned out to be one of the absolute top-tier, legendary pro players in the esports world. Renowned for his brutal, merciless playstyle, his online alias was literally “The God of Slaughter.”

And just seconds ago, I had shamelessly offered to “carry” him…

Before I could even die of embarrassment, I tracked down his Twitch stream and clicked in. Sure enough, there was that breathtakingly familiar face.

Ethan’s streaming style was an exact reflection of his personality.

Quiet, intense, and detached.

When he wasn’t smiling, he radiated an untouchable, intimidating energy.

He maintained his massive viewership purely through sheer, overwhelming talent and that incredibly handsome face.

The chat usually mirrored the streamer—mostly quiet and hyper-focused on gameplay strategy.

But thanks to my little text message interruption, a barrage of wildly amused comments began flooding the screen.

[Who is this girl calling the God of Slaughter a casual player? Ethan is usually so competitive, but he didn’t even get mad. He actually replied to every single text…]

[Lmao, I’m dying! If I were that girl, I’d literally dig a hole and bury myself alive right now!]

Me. “…”

As the stream went on, the moderator probably felt the atmosphere was getting a bit too serious.

They announced a viewer call-in segment, where a lucky fan would be chosen to have a small wish granted by Ethan.

Seeing my chance, I adopted the username [Ethan’s Wife] and began spamming the chat like a lunatic.

[Hubby, pick me!]

[Babe, they just built a new road on my campus. It’s called ‘No Turning Back From Loving You.’]

[Ethan, you’re literally laying on my hair right now…]

[When our baby is born, I’ll let them take your last name.]

My chaotic energy quickly cut through the sea of standard gaming comments.

Ethan looked down at the screen, an expression of pure, comical disbelief washing over his face. He gestured to the mod, “Pick her.”

The chat erupted with excitement.

[Damn, Ethan is savage. The poor girl was just throwing out some light banter, and he’s putting her on blast live.]

[Did you guys forget? Ethan absolutely despises overly obsessive fangirls…]

[Honestly, he probably doesn’t mean any harm. He just wants to give her a gentle reality check so she watches her behavior.]

Everyone, including Ethan himself, assumed I would reject the call out of pure embarrassment.

But I accepted the request in a split second.

Please. What even is shame? Is it going to help me lock down my dream guy?