*
The boy's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. Sizing up Qiao Mo as if he were a piece of trash, he sneered and tossed him the ball.
The boy's name was Lin Tan. His family was influential, and he had a special contempt for weak, effeminate pretty boys who couldn't even lift a finger.
Clearly, in his eyes, Qiao Mo was just another "pretty boy" fawned over for his looks. And the worst part? This pretty boy had stolen every last bit of attention from the person Lin Tan admired!
Before Qiao Mo himself could say a word, his legion of fanboys and fangirls couldn't take it anymore and erupted in righteous indignation.
"Look at him! He's glaring at our Brother Mo like he wants to kill him!!"
"Tch..."
"Go, Brother Mo!! We support you!!!!!!!"
Qiao Mo shot Lin Tan, who seemed to have a death wish, a deep look, then casually weighed the ball in his hand.
The clunky, round basketball danced and spun on his slender, jade-like fingers before he gave it a nonchalant toss—
It went in!
