The brief victory celebration ended, and everyone walked out of the hotel shoulder to shoulder.
After all, they were all athletes, so their drinking recovery power was much better than average people.
Some people who had previously been unconscious now could open their eyes, and looked quite spirited.
"Brother Hao."
About to leave, Xu Lan came over again; he still didn't want to give up, hoping to persuade the other party.
"No need to say more, my mind is made up."
Qin Hao's decisive reply left Xu Lan speechless, and he sighed sadly, turned around, and shook his head at the other athletes.
Immediately, the athletes who originally looked eager showed disappointed expressions.
"Qin Hao, I don't easily give my number to people, but make sure you remember it."
Before leaving, the generous Qu Yu came over again.
"Of course, to avoid forgetting it, I'll put the note on my bedside, and recite it every day like the Bible."
Qin Hao raised his eyebrows jokingly.
"Smooth talker."
