The boy's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. He sized up Qiao Mo as if inspecting a piece of junk, then snickered and tossed him the ball.
The boy's name was Lin Tan, and his family held some influence. He despised nothing more than weak, effeminate pretty boys who were all looks and no substance.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just another "pretty boy" showered with adoration simply because of his looks. And the most infuriating part? This pretty boy had stolen every last glance from the person he had a crush on!
The person in question, Qiao Mo, hadn't said a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore. They all began to seethe with righteous indignation.
"Look at him! He looks like he wants to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!"
Qiao Mo shot Lin Tan, who was pushing his luck to the absolute limit, a deep look and bounced the ball in his hands.
