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"Qiao Mo! You're up!"
The boy's lips curled in disdain. He looked Qiao Mo over as if sizing up a piece of junk, then sneered and tossed the ball to him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some influence, and he especially despised pretty boys who were weak and effeminate, with no more strength than a kitten.
And in his eyes, Qiao Mo was clearly one of those "pretty boys" who was only fawned over because of his looks. Worst of all, this pretty boy had stolen every last glance from the person Lin Tan adored!
Qiao Mo himself hadn't said a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore, erupting in righteous indignation.
"Lin Tan, what's with that attitude?!"
"That look he gave him! It's like he wanted to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We're behind you!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who seemed to have a death wish, a long look, then bounced the ball in his hands.
