*
"Qiao Mo! You're up!"
The boy's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. His eyes scanned Qiao Mo as if sizing up a piece of trash, and he sneered as he tossed the ball to him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some influence, and he especially despised the kind of weak, effeminate pretty boys who couldn't hurt a fly.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored and sought after only for his looks. And what was worse, this pretty boy had captured all the attention of the person he 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 and erupted in righteous indignation.
"Lin Tan, what's with the attitude?!"
"He was looking at our Brother Mo like he wanted to kill him!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who was clearly pushing his luck, a deep look, then bounced the ball in his hand.
