*
The boy's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. He sized up Qiao Mo as if inspecting a piece of trash before scoffing and tossing the ball to him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some influence, and he especially despised effeminate pretty boys who were all looks and no strength.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored and pursued solely for his looks. Worst of all, this pretty boy had stolen all the attention of the person he had a crush on!
Qiao Mo, the target of all this, hadn't said a word, but his adoring fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore. They all started seething with righteous indignation.
"The way he's looking at him, he looks like he wants to kill our Brother Mo!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who was courting death, a deep look and weighed the ball in his hands.
