Vol 10 Chapter 1758: My signature has gone up

In your head?
Hearing Qin Luo's words, the corners of Motai's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He wanted to refute that Qin Luo was bragging, but he couldn't say anything when it came to his lips!
Think about Qin Luo's past experience, whether it is the Crawford Mathematics Prize, the Fields General, or the cross-disciplinary Computer Pioneer Award, he chooses to leave the manuscript almost every time he takes the stage.
But now, Qin Luo continues to write off the manuscript, what is incomprehensible?
"Come on, I am optimistic about you..." Motai stretched out his hand and patted Qin Luo on the shoulder, and said solemnly.
You may not be able to say it, and I am optimistic about myself.
Glancing at the taskbar, Task: Standing on the Nobel highest podium (in progress), Qin Luo's mouth showed a faint smile.
"Ahem, Dean, and Professor Qin, can you talk later? It's getting late. If you continue to talk, the award ceremony should be over..." the middle-aged woman standing beside said .
Almost over?
Qin Luo hurriedly took out his mobile phone and looked at it. After a few simple conversations, the time has come to 8.45! There are still fifteen minutes before the official Nobel Prize award ceremony!
Woj!
With a sudden heartbeat, Qin Luo slipped into the car and kept urging: "Drive fast, you will be late!"
Yes, Qin Luo is very worried about being late, because in a sense, he is determined to win the Nobel Prize in Physics before him.
It's not like he was late to the jury and caused the repugnance of the jury to lose this handy medal.
Uh... Does this count as early or late, flustered late?
Looking at the hurried expression on Qin Luo's face, the corners of Motai's mouth twitched again.
The first second Qin Luo was still calm, but the next second, he looked hurriedly. The contrast between before and after was so great that he felt speechless.
"Let's go, back to school!" Motai waved and greeted everyone in the car.
After a while, the Mercedes-Benz sedan was like a wild horse running out of the way, rushing towards the Royal Academy of Music in Vienna.
After a long while, the crowd of onlookers suddenly recovered.
They stared blankly at the direction the Mercedes Benz was leaving, their eyes full of amazement.
"I said, the person just now was Qin Luo?" Someone in the crowd asked uncertainly.
"probably?"
"In other words, I actually stood with the future Nobel Prize winner just now?"
"It should be." Everyone nodded.
Yes!
The blond man jerked his eyelids and asked hurriedly, "Who has taken a picture?"
Take pictures?
Hearing the words of the blond man, everyone was stunned.
They looked around and shook their heads without exception.
"Why take pictures?" everyone asked.
But the next second, they seemed to understand something!
Qin Luo is the future Nobel Prize winner. Taking a photo with Qin Luo is enough to become their bragging capital.
But they actually let go of this opportunity!
"Damn it, why didn't anyone remind me?"
"Professor Qin's signed photo can be sold on the black market for 900 dollars even if it is not used for comparisons!"
"..."
For a while, everyone wailed...
In this car, Qin Luo looked in a hurry, he didn't know everyone's situation.
Of course, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.
Sign them? Qin Luo felt that it was better to sign for himself!