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The guy's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. He looked Qiao Mo up and down as if sizing up a piece of trash, then snickered and tossed the ball to him.
This guy's name was Lin Tan. His family was fairly influential, and he especially looked down on weak, effeminate pretty boys.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored and sought after only because of his looks. What was worst of all, this pretty boy had stolen all the attention of 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 all started fuming 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 was pushing his luck to the absolute limit, a deep look, then bounced the ball in his hand.
