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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 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.
And clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy" who was only fawned over for his looks. 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 stand it any longer, their indignation boiling over.
"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 Lin Tan, who was pushing his luck to the absolute limit, a deep look, then bounced the ball in his hand.
