Become Top Student In A Second

From morning to dusk, from dusk to early morning, the time of the day passes quickly.

The Royal Conservatory of music in Vienna ushered in the most important moment of the year.

The Nobel Prize will be held at the Royal Conservatory of music in Vienna.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell on Qin Luo's face through the curtain, Qin Luo suddenly opened his eyes.

It's 8:00 a.m., less than an hour before the Nobel Prize ceremony.

Qin Luo immediately turned to get up, washed and rushed to Vienna Conservatory of music.

As a world-famous Music Center, Vienna seems to be a huge music field.

On the roadside, on the street corner, almost everywhere are artists who are performing arts.

All of a sudden, a burst of pleasant music came, which attracted passers-by to look sideways.

Qin Luo turned to see a white haired old man pulling a violin.

The body of the instrument is very old, and the white edge shows the traces of time.

However, the music is very pure.

One by one beating notes pop up from the old man's fingertips, making people feel like they are in a state of ecstasy.

Qin Luo is no stranger to the music played by the old man. This is a violin song composed by the musical genius Mozart: "ferndrich's birthday"

after the completion of the song, it is more than ten minutes later.

"Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!"

For a moment, thunderous applause resounded all around.

"Thank you..." The old man smiles and nods to the crowd.

"Creak!"

At this moment, however, a black Mercedes Benz stopped in front of the old man.

The door opened and a middle-aged woman with glasses came down.

He went straight to the old man and said seriously, "Dean, the award ceremony is about to start."

Dean?

Wtf？

The old man with white hair is actually the dean.

Sorry for Qin Luo's eyes, he really didn't see it. He thought that the old man was just an old street entertainer. But now it seems that the other party is not an old artist, but his identity is very prominent, and he is the head of a courtyard.

Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, the old man nodded and began to pack up his playing tools.

Just as the old man was about to get on the bus, he seemed to think of something. He turned his head and looked at Qin Luo: "Professor Qin, would you like to join us?"

Professor Qin? Professor Qin?

The middle-aged woman with glasses walked, turned her head, and was stunned.

"Professor Qin, why are you here?" The middle-aged woman let out a cry of surprise.

She had come to meet Mo Tai, but unexpectedly she met Qin Luo here.

Qin Luo smiles. He knows he is recognized.

"I was attracted by the sound of the old man's piano. I stopped to listen, didn't I disturb him?" Qin Luo said with a smile.

"It is a great honor for me to attract Prof. Qin, a candidate for the Nobel Prize in physics, to stop and listen..." The old man laughed and said, "introduce yourself, mortay Augusto, President of the Royal Conservatory of music in Vienna."

"Hello, Dean Motai. I'm Qin Luo." Qinluo smiles and reaches out his right hand and shakes hands with Motte Augusto.

"By the way, is Professor Qin's report ready?" Asked the old man.

"Don't worry, Dean. All the materials are in my head..." Qin Luo said.

To be honest, Fu Zhendong has prepared the manuscript for him in advance.

However, Qin Luo did not intend to report according to the content of the manuscript. This time, he would like to make a speech out of manuscript as usual!