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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.
The boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some influence, and he despised pretty boys who were all looks and no strength—the kind who couldn't even truss a chicken.
And clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a 'pretty boy,' adored only for his looks. Worst of all, this pretty boy had stolen all the attention of the person he admired!
The man of the hour, Qiao Mo, hadn't said a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore. They all erupted in righteous indignation.
"Look at the way he's glaring! It's like he wants to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch…"
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who was courting death with absolutely no limits, a deep look and bounced the ball in his hand.
