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The guy's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. His eyes scanned Qiao Mo as if sizing up a piece of trash. He chuckled and tossed the ball to Qiao Mo.
This guy was Lin Tan. His family was influential, and he especially despised weak, effeminate pretty boys who couldn't even truss a chicken.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy" who was only popular because of his looks. What was worse, this pretty boy had stolen all the attention of the person he admired!
Qiao Mo, the target of this scorn, hadn't said a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't stand it any longer. They all started seething with righteous indignation.
"That look in his eyes! It's like he wants to stab our Brother Mo to death, okay?!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who seemed to have a death wish, a long look and weighed the ball in his hand.
