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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 was Lin Tan. His family had some power, and he especially looked down on weak, effeminate pretty boys who couldn't even hurt a fly.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just such a "pretty boy," adored and sought after 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 stand it any longer, their indignation boiling over.
"That look in his eyes! He looks like he wants to murder our Brother Mo!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo gave Lin Tan, who seemed to have a death wish, a deep look and weighed the ball in his hands.
The clumsy, round basketball leaped and spun on his long, jade-like fingers. Then, with a casual toss—
It went in!
A perfect arc!
