Vol 10 Chapter 1788: force

All of a sudden, more than half of the judges utterly criticized Qin Luo...
Expelled?
The corners of Bob Dylan's mouth twitched frantically at the anger coming from his ears.
As the chairman of the Nobel Foundation, he has seen many winds and waves, but for the first time in his life, he has seen such monstrous waves as today!
Expelling Qin Luo, is this so funny?
"Professor Moore, please pay attention to your words. Since our Nobel Prize was established, there has never been a precedent for expelling candidates on the spot!" Bob Dylan snapped.
No precedent? Wouldn't it be enough to set a precedent?
Moore Kleese's face sank, and he slowly said, "Chairman Dylan, not having it before does not mean that we will not be able to have it in the future. We can create a precedent!"
Create a precedent?
I started your mother!
Bob Dylan is really going to be off.
To be honest, he felt that his words were clear enough!
But what about Moore Cress?
He didn't seem to understand at all!
"Impossible!" The smile on Bob Dylan's face gradually faded, replaced by extremely cautious: "Professor Moore, I am very responsible to tell you now, absolutely impossible!"
impossible?
Moore Kleis was stunned for a moment, and his already gloomy face was even as black as ink at the moment.
"Bob, I will leave the words here today. Either Qin Luo will leave or I will leave. You can figure it out!" After saying this, Moore Kleese said nothing.
Isn't Qin Luo leaving? Are you leaving?
Hearing these words, Bob Dylan’s eyes flashed with a gleam of light, but he was well covered up.
call……
Breathing out a foul breath, Bob Dylan put on a solemn expression on his face: "Are you serious?"
Ha ha...I thought you were so hard-hearted, didn't you feel scared?
Listening to the inquiry coming from his ear, Moore Kleese had a knowing smile on his face.
He heard a compromise in Bob Dylan's words!
"It's true," Moore Kleese said with a smile.
But just when he was holding the winning ticket waiting for the good news of Qin Luo's deportation, the script suddenly turned 360°.
I saw that the solemnity on Bob Dylan's face suddenly receded, replaced by a bright smiling face.
"Okay, very good, very good!" In Moore's dumbfounded gaze, Bob Dylan laughed with his palms, and said: "Cles, you can leave now!"
go away? Wtf?
Claes could hardly believe his ears.
As a member of the permanent review panel of the Physics Prize, he was dismissed for the first time.
"Bob, are you kidding?" Kleis asked with a gloomy look: "To be honest, this joke is not funny."
joke?
Just kidding with a hammer!
Do you think I am in the mood to make a joke?
"Cles, you guessed wrong, it's no joke! I can tell you responsibly, I'm serious!" Bob Dylan said.
Wo... Woj!
Moore Kleis was as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly. He never expected that Bob Dylan would not leave any affection!
Gritting his teeth, he looked at his surrounding companions.
Everyone met each other and nodded.
The next moment several sharp eyes looked at Bob Dylan.
"Chairman Bob, if Professor Moore wants to leave, we cannot accept it."