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The boy's lips curled into a scornful sneer. He looked Qiao Mo up and down as if inspecting a piece of trash, then scoffed as he tossed the ball to him.
This boy's name was Lin Tan. His family had some influence, and he despised pretty boys who were all looks and no muscle—weaklings who couldn't even truss a chicken.
And in his eyes, Qiao Mo was clearly just another "pretty boy" who was only fawned over because of his good looks. Worst of all, this pretty boy had stolen every last bit of attention from the person Lin Tan admired!
Before Qiao Mo, the target of this hostility, could even say a word, his legion of adoring fans couldn't take it anymore and erupted in righteous indignation.
"He's looking at our Brother Mo like he wants to kill him!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We've got your back!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave the endlessly provocative Lin Tan a long look, then bounced the ball in his hand.
