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The boy's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. His eyes scanned Qiao Mo as if sizing up a piece of trash. He sneered and tossed the ball to Qiao Mo.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family was rather influential, and he had a special disdain for pretty boys he considered effeminate and weak—the kind who couldn't even truss a chicken.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored and sought after for nothing more than his looks. What was worse, this pretty boy had stolen all the attention of the person Lin Tan admired!
Qiao Mo, the target of all this, hadn't said a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't stand it any longer. They were all filled with righteous indignation.
"That look in his eyes... it's like he wants to skewer my Brother Mo!!"
"Hmph..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who was courting death like there was no tomorrow, a deep look, then bounced the ball in his hand.
