"Qin Luo, I'm ashamed." "I've made a little bit of progress over the years, and I'm so smug that I think I've got a place in the computer world, and I'm often arrogant," Cameron said
"Compared with the professor now, my achievement is nothing to mention."
"Professor, you can rest assured that in the future, I will certainly do things in a down-to-earth manner, keep a low profile, take professors as the goal, and strive to achieve higher breakthroughs in the road of science."
Wtf?
Is this the situation?
Cameron's words directly forced Qin Luo to the muddle.
To tell you the truth, Qin Luo just wanted to pretend to be a force. It was so simple that there was no hidden meaning at all.
However, Qin Luowan did not expect that, with such a simple sentence, Cameron can automatically make up so many things!
What is this?
IQ is not enough to make up for the brain?
But Cameron hall, MIT Computer School professor, his IQ should not be low ah!
After pondering for a long time, Qin Luo finally came to the conclusion that brain tonic ability is not directly proportional to IQ.
Think about it, qinluo said: "it's a long time, Professor Cameron is not too late to understand now."
Cameron nodded deeply, looking at Qin Luo's eyes, full of admiration.
Although there is an age gap between him and Qin Luo, there is a saying that those who have no priority in learning are teachers.
Qin Luo is good enough to be his teacher in personal morality!
"Hoo..." Cameron took a deep breath, and then spit it out for a long time. He whispered, "qinluo is really an excellent man..."
After looking at the time, it is already 8.58, and there are two minutes to go before the award ceremony officially starts.
Cameron was back on his feet and looked at the already completed podium.
There, several dignified old men in black suits are slowly stepping onto the stage.
They are no one else. They are the guests of the award ceremony and members of the Nobel Foundation's board of directors.
At this moment, the whole music hall was quiet, and the silence in the hall was terrible
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just before 9 o'clock, there was a burst of impassioned music in the hall.
"Dong..."
Heavy music, like morning bells and evening drums, breaks the silence of the hall, and the impassioned voice of fate rings in the ears of all.
Vienna Royal Conservatory of music, the most brilliant composition in history! Beethoven's symphony of destiny, written by Beethoven himself, reveals his extraordinary at this moment.
The music sounded, which also marked the official beginning of the award ceremony.
Soon, all the members of the Nobel Foundation's board of directors rose.
Their eyes swept over the people under the stage, with strong approval in their eyes.
The next moment, an old man with glasses and gray hair walked out of the crowd.
One side of the staff quickly forward to support the old man's left hand.
"Who is this?" Qin Luo couldn't help asking "Qinluo turned to look at Cameron and asked curiously.
To tell you the truth, Qin Luo is a little strange to the old man in front of him.
In his memory, there is no figure of the old man.
"His name is Bob Dylan! Chairman of the Nobel Foundation, hold all the wealth left by Mr. Nobel "
Qin Luo nodded and knew it clearly.
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