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The boy's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. He looked Qiao Mo up and down as if inspecting a piece of junk, then scoffed as he tossed the ball to him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some influence, and he especially despised the kind of weak, effeminate pretty boys who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored and sought after only because of his looks. Worst of all, this pretty boy had stolen every last glance from the person he admired!
Qiao Mo, the target of all this, hadn't said a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls could no longer hold back. They were all filled 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 was pushing his luck to the absolute limit, a deep look, then bounced the ball in his hand.
