2072: C2072 Running Forward

C2072 Running Forward

"What about the good news?" Fu Zhendong asked carefully, holding back the urge to fall to the ground.

He did not know that he always had an ominous feeling in his heart.

"The good news is that the other party has agreed to postpone the award ceremony. If I leave early tomorrow morning, I should be able to make it in time..." Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "International Committee on Computers will give the award ceremony from 10 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon..."

Why did he come in such a hurry? No need to be a spectator?

Fu Zhendong's dark eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light, and a blush appeared on his pale face!

"Qin Luo!" He said with a serious face.

"Uh... Academician Fu?"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and pack your things. Do you know that wasting your time now is equivalent to wasting your life?" Fu Zhendong said sternly.

Qin Luo said, "We came to pack our things. Didn't you stop me?"

"You stopped when I called you? Then I told you to go to Australia earlier. Why didn't you go? "

Qin Luo said, "I..."

"I? What about me? You even learned to find excuses, right? Do you think that you can fly everywhere just because your wings are hard? Let me tell you, delusions!"

"No matter how hard your wings are, you are still a member of the Yanjing University. As long as you are a member of the Yanjing University, you will be under my jurisdiction."

"Now, I order you to pack your things! Run forward..."

... ""

Fu Zhendong repeated everything he should and should not have said at the same time.

During this period, Qin Luo tried to refute, but every time he said a word, he would be violently ravaged by Fu Zhendong.

There was a saying that went, What do you mean? Ginger is still spicy when it's old.

In the past, Qin Luo had thought that these things belonged to children, but at this moment, Qin Luo had a deeper understanding of these words.

Qin Luo did not know whether the older the ginger, the more spicy it was, but he knew that the older this person was, the more profound the merits of preaching would be.

So much so that even he couldn't resist it.

- -

At nine o'clock in the night, Qin Luo finished packing.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Before Qin Luo could catch his breath, there was a series of rapid knocks on the door.

Before Qin Luo could open the door, there was an intense discussion outside.

"Zhendong, could it be that Qin Luo has already fallen asleep?"

"Uh, it's really possible. This kid belongs to those kind of people who don't want the emperor to die in a hurry."

"I think we should find a cutting machine and directly cut open the door. Today, even if we have to lift it up, Qin Luo should give it to the plane on the stage..."

... ""

Qin Luo's mouth twitched when he heard the familiar voice coming from outside the door.1

He didn't even need to open the door to know who was standing outside. Fu Zhendong, the dean of Yanjing University, and Chen Qiangsheng, the director of the Education Department!

Hehe, you can't just cut the door with a single word. Do you think I'm scared?

Qin Luo was originally prepared to open the door, but now, he suddenly wasn't in a hurry.

He wanted to see if Fu Zhendong and Chen Qiangsheng knew the script or not...

But Qin Luo's pride only lasted for two seconds.

Because two seconds later, he heard a deafening roar outside the door.

It was the sound of metal chains and saw plates rubbing against each other.

Qin Luo: "! $%..."

He never would have thought that Chen Qiangsheng would be this crazy. He actually planned the script...

pqdm.com