Luo Qing looked at the person next to him with a half-smile, and he said that he had never said that.

This guy is really a thief, even though he said it, he still blames himself, Xiu'er?

Gu Chengyuan felt a little guilty, and handed over the milk tea very attentively: "Qingqing, come here, your favorite milk tea, I also specially ordered the one with extra pearl taro balls."

Luo Qing laughed with unknown meaning, took a breath, and continued to stare at him while chewing the very chewy pearls without saying anything.

Gu Chengyuan subconsciously sat up straight, not daring to look at the person in front of him, feeling very depressed.

They just chatted, why did they have to do this at such a critical moment?

Seeing that his plan is about to succeed, hey, it might as well be a little later.

"BOSS?" A confused voice came from the phone in Gu Chengyuan's hand. The assistant was very surprised. Why didn't the boss speak for a long time? What happened?

Only then did Gu Chengyuan remember that he had just excitedly found someone to hold a banquet.

Looking at the phone, I sighed again, it was really bad luck.

"Let's talk later." He hung up the phone without giving the other party time to ask, as if there was an invisible tail hanging down behind him.

Luo Qing almost didn't laugh out loud. She took the milk tea and sipped it herself.

Gu Chengyuan was confused. Does Qingqing's reaction mean that he forgives him or is he angry?

After thinking about it and preparing to ask, Professor Edward and the others pulled Luo Qing into the conversation, forcing Gu Chengyuan to stop.

During this period, I never found a chance to interrupt, let alone want to do something else. I could only feed him a little food from time to time to prevent him from focusing on communication and forgetting to eat.

This scene was so heartwarming that several girls took it excitedly, then changed hands and posted it online, wanting to share it with everyone.

Originally, most of today’s hot searches were related to Luo Qing. What #Genius Luo Qing turned out to be such a character # #Genius Luo Qing’s Social Death Scene # # The Extreme Genius Luo Qing Has a Lover # #LUO Qing Ancient Cheng

Yuan##Super genius Luo Qing and top rich man Gu Chengyuan# and so on.

As soon as the Weibo post about Luo Qing and Gu Chengyuan came out, it attracted a lot of attention in an instant.

But without exception, everyone who came in was fed a mouth full of dog food and was exhausted.

Cuihua, serving sauerkraut: Damn, Luo Qing is so lucky, such an outstanding man, so rich and good-looking, it’s like a lemon.

I swipe my black card casually: Why am I not the one being fed milk tea? What is Luo Liang doing? He is not worthy of Mr. Gu at all, okay?

Xianyu wants money to fall from the sky: Let's eat some plums in front of you. I'm speechless. Why is Luo Qing not worthy of the ancient boss? These two are obviously a strong alliance, okay?

Pyrotechnics: Ah ah ah, I don’t care, I just hate Luo Qing, why did he get President Gu’s favor? All geniuses are fake, fake.

Yes, they are all fake.

Fan Wenhuan's eyes were bloodshot, and veins popped out on the back of the hand holding the phone.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the small puppet on the table next to him, grabbed it angrily, and threw it into the trash can.

He had been contacting the master since he came back, and even looked for his father, but his father never answered the phone and the master could not be found. It was as if he had disappeared from the world.

It happened that at this time, Vbo pushed a message to him.

The moment I saw the title, my whole body was twisted with jealousy.

It's Luo Qing again, it's him again, it's always him.

It shouldn't be him at all, why did he show up, how could he show up, why didn't he just behave like a waste.

Fan Wenhuan stared at the lines of text with a sinister look. He couldn't help but think of the photo he had just seen. He was thinking about the person he wanted to conquer, and he looked at the person he wanted to strangle to death tenderly and dotingly. He refused to accept it. Why did that person?

Not him?

The taste of rust fills your mouth.

Fan Wenhuan, who was immersed in his own thoughts, did not notice that the little puppet he had smashed into the trash can moved. Its wooden eyes looked straight at him, like a poisonous snake with its fangs spread out.

*

RD Royal Academy of Sciences.

In the large conference room, more than a dozen internationally renowned professors gathered.

The chairman, who was sitting at the main seat, looked at the people present with a serious face: "I have called you here today. I believe everyone understands what you think."

"What kind of idea is this? It's not necessary." A blond man with blue eyes on the left replied very arrogantly, with disdain in his tone: "He's just a young boy, so he pays so much attention to what he does."

"Hehe, little boy, Harold, don't bring your ignorance here, it will only make you look stupider." The middle-aged man with a big beard and a little fat on the opposite side immediately sneered, with contempt in his eyes.

"Daryl, what do you mean?" Harold was angry and glared at him gloomily.

Daryl looked at him coldly, "What do I mean? What do you mean, you're stupid? A genius who solved Yang Mills and also won the mathematical crown "Riemann Hypothesis" is not necessary, what do you pay so much attention to?

, I now question your qualifications to appear here, your strength simply does not match it."

"You." Harold's face was dark. What he hated most was questioning his strength.

There is indeed a reason why he is sitting here because of the previous chairman, who was his uncle.

But he is confident that only he can sit in this position and he is qualified.

Daryl snorted, too lazy to talk to him.

Several judges sitting next to Daryl also expressed disapproval of Harold's words and spoke one after another.

"Chairman, this year's list was supposed to be announced this month, but something unexpected happened. It's already mid-October and we can't delay it any longer."

"Yes, Chairman, we were arguing about Lehmann and Lanny before, but compared to this Luo, they can't compare."

"Indeed, why not replace Luo, so there is no need to argue."

"But Lyman is also very good. She is good enough to win the award this year."

"Lanny is the one who should win the award. Lyman is nothing. And that guy from China is even less qualified." Harold interrupted angrily, extremely angry: "The last spot should be given to Lanny. No one else can do it except him."

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"Harold, what do you mean? Before, it was just Lanny and Lyman. You supported Lanny. Now you are belittling Luo. Do you still remember your responsibilities?" A little thin, but with bright eyes, too

The old man with rare black eyes present asked with a very ugly expression, full of majesty.

Harold glared at the speaker, calmed down a little, and said in a still arrogant tone: "Academician Jonah, of course I remember that I am fighting for the glory that our country deserves."

"I think you want to turn this place into a place of laughter." Daryl retorted expressionlessly, showing his complete undisguised disgust for Harold.

Seeing that the scene seemed to be about to quarrel again, the others quickly spoke up to mediate.

"Don't be so angry, everyone. I think Lehmann is indeed very good. How about giving it to Lehmann."

"I don't have a problem with Lyman, but Luo, his achievements are enough to win awards."

"I quite agree with Harold, Lenny is the most suitable."

"Lyman is not as good as Lanny. As for the guy from Country H, he is from Country H."

"What's wrong with the people of country H? They are so powerful. If you have the ability, you can become a Yang Mills." Daryl started to retort, very dissatisfied.

Jonah also frowned: "When did the Nobel Prize not only consider the results, but also other issues? Do you still remember the original intention of the Nobel Prize?"

"Why don't you remember? Because I remember, it should be given to Lenny." Harold answered without thinking.

"It should be given to Luo."

"I think one of Lyman and Lowe."

"Lanny's not bad either."

The chairman saw that they were arguing again. It was very likely that no one could convince anyone, and there would probably be no result today. It was a headache.

Just as he was about to speak, his assistant came in and told him a piece of news.

The chairman was surprised: "Really?"

"President?"

"What's wrong?"

A group of people who were about to start a quarrel immediately looked at the people at the main seat, confused.

After seeing his assistant nodding, the chairman looked at everyone with an increasingly serious expression: "I just got news that Luo from country H, today's topic is a photolithography machine, and it is already halfway through."

Because of the time difference, they didn't get the news right away.

But it's not too late.

It's just that he is a little too crazy. He just solved the Riemann hypothesis yesterday and reached out to the lithography machine today.

"Huh? Lithography machine, he? He's laughing so hard. Who doesn't know that the lithography machine in country H can only make 22 pieces? He was talking about the subject of the lithography machine. How many pieces should it make? 21 or 20." Ha.

Rhodes was the first to laugh out loud, since he didn't believe it in his heart.

This is a photolithography machine, not anything else.

Others who supported Luo Qing, although they thought Harold's words were excessive, did not refute them.

After all, it is a photolithography machine.

"No matter how great his achievements are, Yang Mills is the one he was nominated for. I think we should discuss this directly."

"Yes, don't worry about anything else."
To be continued...