After delivering a flowery romantic speech, Qin Hao couldn't help but sigh inwardly: If not for being trained by my master and chased by those bastards from the Dark World, I'd never have fled to so many countries!
Eva's eyes slowly widened, gradually immersed in Qin Hao's storytelling.
However, when she heard about the outskirts of Moscow, she chuckled, "Mr. Qin Hao. Sorry, I'm not a girl from Moscow. I come from Stalingrad. It seems your investigation wasn't thorough enough..."
Qin Hao blushed a little, quickly adjusted his mindset, and jokingly said, "When you like someone, you don't ask about their origins. Blame it on your perfectly authentic Moscow accent."
"Thanks for the compliment."
After chatting for a while, Eva's mood improved significantly.
Actually, the Russian team's performance today wasn't ideal.
Especially in pole vaulting, after the end of her legendary era, Russia hadn't won a championship in two years.
