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The boy's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. He looked Qiao Mo over as if sizing up a piece of trash, then scoffed and threw the ball at him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family was rather influential, and he despised nothing more than weak, effeminate pretty boys with no strength to speak of.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was exactly that kind of "pretty boy"—adored and sought after for nothing more than his looks. And worst of all, this pretty boy had stolen every last glance from the person he had a crush on!
Before Qiao Mo, the target of this scorn, could even say a word, his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore and erupted in righteous indignation.
"That look on his face! It's like he wants to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We're all behind you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan—who was courting death like there was no tomorrow—a long, hard look, then bounced the basketball in his hands.
