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The boy's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. His eyes scanned Qiao Mo as if he were inspecting a piece of trash. With a scoff, he tossed the ball to Qiao Mo.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some power and influence, and he despised nothing more than pretty boys who were all looks and no strength—the effeminate type who couldn't even truss a chicken.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored and sought after for nothing more than his looks. And the worst part? This pretty boy had stolen every last glance from the person he admired!
Qiao Mo himself had yet to say a word, but his legion of fans—both boys and girls—couldn't take it anymore, their indignation boiling over.
"That look in his eyes! It's like he wants to murder my Brother Mo!!"
"Hmph..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who was courting death without limit, a deep look, then bounced the ball in his hand.
