Meng Shen unscrewed the bottle cap, gulped down half of it, wiped his lips haphazardly with the back of his hand, and said, "Forget it, with my terrible skills, I shouldn't embarrass myself. If you're going to invite someone, you should invite the big shots over there."
He raised his chin and pointed in Yu Wan's direction.
The team manager glanced over in that direction.
A girl sitting not far away was casually wearing headphones, her fingers constantly tracing a game she was playing with her head down. She had a striking profile and was very pretty.
That's all.
"If you change your mind, remember to call me." The team manager looked away indifferently, assuming that Meng Shen was just making up an excuse.
Meng Shen shrugged. "Fine, don't believe me then."
He grabbed a clean white towel and walked over, wiping his sweat as he went. "That felt so good, so incredibly good! Yu Xiaowan, do you want to relax a bit too?"
Without a second thought, Yu Wan refused outright: "I've reformed."
“Okay.” Meng Shen shook his head regretfully, then thought of something and smiled, “A couple of days ago, Xiao Zhou told me that when he returns to China, we should arrange another date.”
Yu Wan clicked her tongue: "He finally decided to come back?"
Didn't this guy swear he wouldn't return to his country until he won first place in F1?
really.
The flags we set are all meant to be proven wrong in the future.
"No foreign hamburger can compare to hot pot." Meng Shen licked his lips. "Shall we go get some butter hot pot later?"
Yu Wan nodded: "Okay." The two elderly people both preferred bland food and definitely needed a spicy hot pot to change things up.
Guan Kui, standing to the side, was completely bewildered. How did the conversation suddenly shift from racing to hot pot? That was quite a leap!
Just then, an arrogant voice came over: "I heard someone ran it in 2 minutes, I want to challenge him."
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