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The boy's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. He looked Qiao Mo up and down as if inspecting a piece of trash, then snorted and tossed the ball to him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family was somewhat influential, and he especially despised pretty boys who were all looks and no strength, the effeminate type 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 what was most infuriating was that this pretty boy had stolen all the attention of the person he admired!
Qiao Mo, the target of this scorn, had yet to say a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't stand it any longer. They erupted in righteous indignation.
"That look in his eyes! It's like he wants to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave the suicidally reckless Lin Tan a deep look and weighed the ball in his hands.
