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The boy's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. He scanned Qiao Mo as if sizing up a piece of trash, then嗤-ed and tossed the ball to him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some power, and he especially looked down on the powerless, effeminate pretty boys.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy" who was adored only because of his looks. And the worst part? This pretty boy had stolen every last glance from the person he admired!
The man in question, Qiao Mo, hadn't said a word, but his fans couldn't take it anymore, and they all bristled with righteous indignation.
"Look at the way he's staring! He looks like he wants to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who was digging his own grave, a deep look, then weighed the ball in his hands.
The clumsy, round basketball began to dance and spin on his long, slender fingers. Then, with a nonchalant toss—
It went in!
A perfect arc!
