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The corner of the boy's mouth curled up in a disdainful smirk. He looked Qiao Mo up and down as if inspecting a piece of trash, then tossed the ball to him with a sneer.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some influence, and he despised pretty boys who were all looks and no strength, the kind he saw as effeminate weaklings.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored only for his looks. And the worst part was, this pretty boy had stolen all the attention of the person he had a crush on!
Qiao Mo, the target of this scorn, hadn't said a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore. They all erupted in righteous indignation.
"That look in his eyes... he looks like he wants to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan—who was courting death like there was no tomorrow—a long, deep look, then weighed the ball in his hands.
