1757: C1757 I Want to Take off My Script

C1757 I Want to Take off My Script

From dawn to dusk, from dusk to dawn, a day quickly passed.

The Royal Academy of Music welcomed this year's most important moment.

The Noble Bell Award would be held at the Royal Academy of Music.

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the curtains on Qin Luo's face, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. It was less than an hour before the Noble Bell Award ceremony officially began.

Qin Luo immediately got out of bed, washed up, and rushed to the Viennaean Music Academy.

As a world-famous music center, the city of Viennai seemed to be a huge music venue.

The roadside, the streets, and almost all the artistes who were selling their skills could be seen.

Suddenly, there was a pleasant sound of music, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Qin Luo turned his head and saw a white-haired old man playing a violin.

The body of the violin was very old, and the white edges showed the signs of time.

However, the sound of the guqin was very pure.

The beating notes popped out from the tip of the old man's finger, making people feel as if they were floating in the air.

Qin Luo was not unfamiliar with the music played by the old man. It was a violin song composed by the music genius, "Mozart," "Fern Delicacy's birthday."

After the song ended, it was already more than ten minutes later.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In an instant, thunderous applause resounded in the surroundings.

"Thank you, everyone..." The old man smiled and nodded at everyone.

"Creak!"

However, at that moment, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of the old man.

The door opened and a middle-aged woman with glasses walked out.

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

Director?

WTF?

The white-haired old man in front of him was actually the Dean.

Forgive Qin Luo for being blind, but he really did not see through it. He originally thought that this old man in front of him was just an old artiste who was performing on the streets, but now it seemed that he was not an old artiste. On the contrary, his identity was extremely prominent, and he was the head of a hospital.

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

Just as the old man was about to get into the car, he seemed to have thought of something. He turned to Qin Luo and asked, "Professor Qin, do you want to come with me?"

Professor Qin? That Professor Qin?

The bespectacled middle-aged woman stopped in her tracks and turned her head, her face full of shock.

"Professor Qin, why are you here?" The middle-aged woman exclaimed.0

She originally came to pick Mo Tai up, but she didn't expect to meet Qin Luo here.

Qin Luo smiled. He knew that someone had recognized him.

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

"I am very honored to be able to attract the candidate for Nobel Prize in Physics, Professor Qin, to listen..." The old man smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself, Motai Augusto, the principal of the Royal Academy of Music."

"Hello, Dean Motai. I am Qin Luo." Qin Luo smiled and extended his right hand to shake Motai Augusto's.

"By the way, have you prepared Professor Qin's report materials?" The old man asked.

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

To be honest, Fu Zhendong had prepared a script for him beforehand.

However, Qin Luo did not plan to report the content of the script. This time, he was going to give a speech without a script as usual!

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