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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 scoffed and tossed the ball to him.
This boy was Lin Tan. His family had some influence, and he despised nothing more than those weak, effeminate pretty boys who couldn't even hurt a fly.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored and sought-after only 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 adoring fans couldn't take it anymore. They all started seething with righteous indignation.
"That look in his eyes! It's like he wants to stab my Brother Mo to death!!"
"Hmph..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who was digging his own grave with abandon, a deep look and bounced the ball in his hands.
