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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 influence, and he despised nothing more than those weak, effeminate pretty boys who couldn't even tie up a chicken.
To him, Qiao Mo was clearly just another "pretty boy" who was only fawned over because of his looks. And the worst part? This pretty boy had captured all the attention of the person he admired!
Qiao Mo, the target of this scorn, hadn't said a word, but his loyal fans couldn't stand it any longer. They were all seething with righteous indignation.
"That look in his eyes! It's like he wants to skewer our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"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.
