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The corner of the boy's mouth curled into a disdainful smirk. His eyes scanned Qiao Mo as if inspecting a piece of trash, and he tossed the ball to him with a sneer.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some influence, and he especially looked down on the weak, effeminate pretty boys who couldn't even hurt a fly.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," fawned over and adored simply for his looks. Worst of all, this pretty boy had stolen every last bit of attention from the person Lin Tan admired!
Before Qiao Mo, the target of this scorn, could even say a word, his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore. They all seethed 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 clearly pushing his luck, a deep look, then weighed the ball in his hand.
