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The boy's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. He sized Qiao Mo up as if inspecting a piece of trash, then snorted and tossed the ball to him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family was somewhat powerful, and he especially despised weak, effeminate pretty boys who couldn't even truss a chicken.
Obviously, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored and sought-after solely for his looks. Worst of all, this pretty boy had stolen every last glance from the person he admired!
Qiao Mo, the target of this scorn, hadn't said a word, but his fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore. They all started seething with righteous indignation.
"That look in his eyes! It's like he wants to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who seemed to have a death wish, a long, deep look, then weighed the ball in his hands.
