116: C116 Can You Guys be a Little More Sincere

C116 Can You Guys be a Little More Sincere

"Qin Luo!" Tang Xuejun suddenly raised his head and stared at Qin Luo.

"Elder Tang, don't say anymore. I have made up my mind."

"I want to ask if you can cook another serving of Egg Fried Rice."

"Bang ~" Qin Luo staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Just today, a group of reporters from various major television stations and newspapers in Yanjing noticed something strange.

No matter if it was a big shot with a net worth of hundreds of millions or a knowledgeable professor, they all had tears in their eyes.

"All the big shots are crying. Why?"

"Yanjing Grand Hotel, a magical place."

... ""

In the afternoon, the incident in the hotel became all sorts of reports that spread throughout Yanjing.

As for the culprit, Qin Luo, he was already lying on the bed, happily playing with his phone.

Weibo was currently the group with the most users.

After he logged into Lone of the Experts' ID and verified his real name, Qin Luo's mailbox was instantly filled. The number of fans instantly went from 0 to 20000! Furthermore, this number was still constantly being verified.

The mailbox also became 999 + in a few seconds.

"Looks like the top student is indeed popular." Qin Luo opened the mailbox, but in the next moment, his face fell.

"I, Underachiever, please teach me!"

"Please write a thesis for me..."

It wasn't to hire a tutor, it was to write a thesis.

Hehe, can't you guys give me a price?

Maybe I'll be able to cover my eyes.

There's no sincerity at all.

Qin Luo shook his head. He wrote a blog post and posted the download link of the "chalk college entrance exam" on it.

"Do you want to become a top student? If you want to, then come and download the Pink College Entrance Examination."

Hehe - - The advertising slogan was very awkward.

But it doesn't matter. Qin Luo still has his ultimate move.

"Forward draw, draw ten fans, help solve the problem (limited by one)"

Qin Luo was very short on money, but he didn't care about his deep talent.

After doing these things, Qin Luo threw his phone to the side and started to sleep soundly.

In two days, he was going to participate in the Mi Nation IMO, so he had to save his energy.

Early in the morning, before Qin Luo had the time to check the download in the apps store, he received a call from his father, Qin Lin.

The first thing he said after picking up the call stunned Qin Luo.2

He didn't know whether he had eaten or slept well...

It was...

"Son, what is the Zhou's conjecture?" Qin Lin's voice came through the phone.

"Ahem, dad, when did you start to care about mathematics?"

"Your dad always cares!"

"Did a leader come to our house?" The reason why Qin Lin could make such a big change was obvious even if one thought about it with his butt.

"No, kid, don't talk nonsense." Qin Lin's face darkened, and his tone was somewhat unfriendly.

"No? Hehe..." Qin Luo shook his head.

"What is Zhou's conjecture?"

"Eh... how should I put it? It's a simple mathematical problem." Qin Luo thought for a long time but could not come up with a suitable adjective. He could not possibly tell his father about the Mason function, right?

A simple mathematical problem?

If it was simple, could the principal of the school personally visit him and the education system come to pay him a visit?

"Kid, your wings have hardened. Are you tired of talking to me?"

"Dad, how about this? Go and find a copy of China Daily. It has my report on it."

"China Daily, wait, you're in the newspaper? Or China Daily?" Qin Lin instantly widened his eyes.

In his impression, all the people who appeared in the Huaxia Daily were all very powerful people. He never thought that his son would also appear in the newspaper.

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