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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 was Lin Tan. His family had some power, and he especially despised the weak, effeminate pretty boys who couldn't even truss a chicken.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy" who was only fawned over because of 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! It's like he wants to murder my Brother Mo!!"
"Hmph..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who was courting death with no limits, a deep look, and then bounced the ball in his hand.
