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The guy's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. He looked Qiao Mo up and down as if scanning a piece of trash, then sneered and tossed the ball to him.
This guy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some influence, and he despised pretty boys who were all looks and no strength, the effeminate types who couldn't even truss a chicken.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy"—someone fawned over and adored simply for his looks. And the worst part was, this pretty boy had stolen all the attention of the person he admired!
Qiao Mo, the target of this scorn, hadn't said a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't stand it any longer. They all started seething with 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 with no limits, a deep look, then bounced the ball in his hand.
