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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 snickered and tossed the ball to him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some power, and he especially despised the weak, effeminate pretty boys 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!
Qiao Mo himself had yet to say a word, but his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore. They were all filled with righteous indignation.
"That look in his eyes... It's like he wants to murder my Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave the endlessly courting-death Lin Tan a deep look, then bounced the ball in his hand.
The clumsy, round basketball began to dance and spin on his long, jade-like fingers before he gave it a casual toss—
It went in!
