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The boy's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. He looked Qiao Mo up and down as if inspecting a piece of trash, then scoffed and tossed the ball to him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some power and influence, and he despised nothing more than effeminate pretty boys who couldn't even hurt a fly.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored only for his looks. And the worst part? This pretty boy had stolen every last glance from the person he admired!
Qiao Mo himself hadn't said a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore. They erupted in righteous indignation.
"That look in his eyes! It's like he wants to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Hmph..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who seemed to have a death wish, a long, deep look. He bounced the ball in his hands.
The clumsy, round basketball began to dance and spin on his long, jade-like fingers. Then, with a casual toss—
It went in!
