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In your head?

When he heard Qin Luo's words, Mo Tai couldn't help but gasp at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to refute Qin Luo. It was a boast, but he couldn't say it!

Think about Qin Luo's past experience, whether it's the Crawford mathematics prize, the fields award after him, or the interdisciplinary Computer Pioneer Award, he almost every time he takes the stage to write a manuscript.

But now, Qin Luo continues to finish the manuscript, what can't be understood?

"Come on, I look after you..." Mo Tai reached out and patted Qin Luo on the shoulder and said solemnly.

You may not be able to say that. I'm also optimistic about myself.

Hold a look at the taskbar, task: standing on the Nobel Prize platform (in progress), Qin Luo's mouth showed a faint smile.

"Cough, Dean, and Professor Qin, can you talk about it later? It's getting late. If we keep talking, the award ceremony will be over soon... " The middle-aged woman standing on the side said.

It's almost over?

Qin Luo quickly took out the mobile phone to see, just so simple chat, the time has come to 8.45! 15 minutes to go before the Nobel Prize ceremony!

Worge!

With a sudden jump in his heart, Qin Luo slipped into the carriage and kept urging him: "drive quickly, it's going to be late!"

Yes, Qin Luo was worried about being late, because in a sense, he was determined to win the Nobel Prize in physics.

He didn't seem to be so late that he made the jury resentful and lost the medal.

Er Is this not busy in the morning and flustered in the evening?

Looking at Qin Luo's face that look in a hurry expression, Mo Tai mouth corner twitches again.

The first second Qin Luo was calm, but the second after, he looked in a hurry. The contrast between the two was so great that he felt speechless.

"Let's go back to school!" Mo Tai waved and beckoned everyone to get on the bus.

A moment later, the Mercedes is like a runaway horse, running in the direction of the Royal Conservatory of music in Vienna.

After a long time, the crowd suddenly came to their senses.

They were staring at the direction of Mercedes Benz leaving, their eyes full of horror.

"Qin's, Luo's?" Someone in the crowd asked uncertainly.

"Should it be?"

"That is to say, I was standing with the future Nobel Prize winner just now?"

"It should be." The crowd nodded.

Yes!

The blonde man's eyelids jerked and he asked in a hurry, "who's taking a picture?"

Take a picture?

Hearing the words of the blonde man, everyone was stunned.

They looked around and shook their heads without exception.

"Why take pictures?" They asked.

But the next second, they seem to understand something!

Qin Luo is a future Nobel Prize winner. Taking a picture with Qin Luo is enough to become their boastful capital.

But they let the chance go!

"Damn it, why didn't anyone remind me?"

"Professor Qin's autographed photos can be sold for $900 on the black market, even if they don't need to be touted."

“……”

For a moment, the crowd wailed

This time, Qin Luo looked in a hurry. He didn't know the situation of the people.

Of course, even if he knew, he would not care.

Sign them? Qin Luo thinks it's better to sign for himself!