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The boy's lips curled into a sneer. He sized Qiao Mo up as if he were a piece of trash, then scoffed and tossed him the ball.
This boy was Lin Tan. His family was rather influential, and he especially despised pretty boys who were all looks—the weak, effeminate type who couldn't even hurt a fly.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just another "pretty boy" who was adored and chased after purely for his looks. And the worst part was, this pretty boy had stolen every last bit of attention from the person he had a crush on!
Qiao Mo, the target of the provocation, hadn't even said a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls could no longer hold back. They were all filled with righteous indignation.
"That glare! It's like he wants to kill our Brother Mo with his eyes!!"
"Tsk..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo shot Lin Tan, who clearly had a death wish, a long look, then bounced the ball in his hands.
