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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 sneered 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 muscle—the weak, effeminate type.
And clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was exactly that kind of "pretty boy"—one who was showered with praise and affection simply for his looks. Worst of all, this pretty boy had stolen all the attention of the person he had a crush on!
Qiao Mo himself hadn't said a word, but his legion of adoring fans—both boys and girls—couldn't take it anymore and erupted in righteous indignation.
"That look in his eyes! It's like he wants to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo shot Lin Tan, who was testing the limits of stupidity, a deep look before bouncing the ball in his hand.
