1809: C1809 My Script Is Wrong

C1809 My Script Is Wrong

Who was Moore Claes?

He was the world-renowned Physicist, a permanent physicist of the Nobel Foundation.

Moore Claes held a very high position in the academic world.

No matter where Moore Claes went, he would always be respected and sought after.

But what about today?

Moore, Claes, had only been humiliated for the first and only time ever since he became the permanent judge of Bell's physics.

Qin Luo was now threatening him in front of everyone.

How could Moore and Claes be humiliated in front of him?

If you want to threaten me, then threaten me. Can't you change the time and place? Wait until there's no one else, then slowly threaten me.

Why did you open up this matter?

Is there a need?

"Qin Luo!" Moore Claes let out an angry roar.

"I'm here." Qin Luo faintly nodded his head.

His tone was very calm and his face was very calm. In general, it was just two words: dull.

Qin Luo gave people the feeling as if he was talking about a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning.

But was this a small matter?

That was not it!

This was a big matter!

"Hu..."

"Hu..."

"Huuu..."

Moore - Claes was breathing heavily. His body was trembling because of the intense anger. What was even more terrifying was that his eyes, which were as deep as an ocean, were now filled with blood.

"You..." Moore Claes wanted to scold Qin Luo loudly, but he couldn't say it no matter how hard he tried.

"What you said makes a lot of sense. The Nobel Prize in Physics is a fair award."

"Thank you..." Qin Luo nodded and was about to say a few words of encouragement.

However, he was interrupted in the next second.

"Qin Luo!" Claes waited for his bloodshot eyes to stare at Qin Luo.

"Hmm?"

"A temporary victory or defeat does not mean the final result. I am looking forward to the result!" After saying that, Moore Claes did not have the slightest bit of reluctance. He turned around and walked down from the podium, then disappeared into the curtain backstage.

Looking at Moore and Claes's disappearing back view, Richard was completely dumbfounded.

As the "director," he had never thought that things would turn out this way.2

In his original script, Qin Luo was the one who angrily left the scene.

But now? Not only did Qin Luo not leave, he even forced Claes to leave.

If not for the "director," he would have even suspected that his script had been reversed!

What the f * ck was going on!?

After thinking for a while, Richard hurriedly chased after the direction Claes had left in.

"Uncle Claes..."

"How many times have I told you, don't call me uncle here..."

"Okay, Uncle Claes..."

"..."

Soon, the conversation between the two reached everyone's ears, causing their lips to twitch.

At this moment, everyone in the jury's body was stiff, and their faces were filled with confusion.

They had never thought that the dignified Moore Claes would be chased away by a mere Qin Luo.

This result was something that they could never have imagined even if they racked their brains.

Should they leave or stay?

Everyone looked at each other and made a decision.

In the next moment, they all took out their phones from their pockets.

"Hello mom? Go home and eat, I'll be right there..."

In an instant, everyone scattered like birds and disappeared from the backstage.

Winning and losing? Looking at the gradually disappearing back view, a faint smile appeared on Qin Luo's face.

Brother, I'm very embarrassed to tell you that I'm definitely going to win this medal!

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