Chapter 1788

For a time, more than half of the judges were critical of Qin Luo

Expulsion?

Listening to the roar in his ear, Bob Dylan's mouth twitched wildly.

As the chairman of the Nobel Foundation, he has seen many big waves, but it is the first time in his life to see such a great storm like today!

Banish Qin Luo, is this special brain show funny?

"Please pay attention to your words, Professor Moore. Since the establishment of the Nobel Prize, we have never expelled candidates on the spot!" Bob Dylan snapped.

No precedent? That's a good way to set a precedent?

Moore Clare's face sank and said slowly, "Chairman Dylan, there was no such thing in the past, which does not mean that we can not have it in the future. We can create a precedent."

Pioneering?

I started your mother!

Bob Dylan is really going to be pissed off.

To be honest, he felt that his words were clear enough!

But what about Moore Krause?

It's as if he didn't understand at all!

"No way!" The smile on Bob Dylan's face gradually faded and replaced by incomparable Prudence: "Professor Moore, I'm very responsible to tell you, absolutely impossible!"

Impossible?

Moore Krause was stunned for a moment, and his gloomy face was now as black as ink.

"Bob, I'll put my words here today. Either Qin Luo or I will go. You can do it yourself." With that, Moore Krause said nothing.

Isn't Qin Luo going? You go?

Hearing this, Bob Dylan's eyes flashed a wisp of essence, but he was very good to cover up the past.

Whoa

With a puff of sullen, Bob Dylan's face changed into a solemn expression: "are you serious?"

Ha ha I thought you were tough, didn't you?

Listening to the inquiry in his ear, a knowing smile appeared on Moore's face.

From Bob Dylan's words, he heard compromise!

"Absolutely true." Said Moore Krause with a smile.

However, just as he was in the grip of winning, waiting for the good news of Qin Luo's expulsion, the script suddenly had a 360 ° reversal.

The solemnity on Bob Dylan's face suddenly faded and replaced by a brilliant smile.

"Good, good, very good!" In Moore's confused eyes, Bob Dylan clapped his hands and said, "Chris, you can leave now!"

Leave? Wtf？

Chris could hardly believe his ears.

As a member of the permanent jury of the physics prize, he was first dissuaded.

"Bob, are you kidding?" "To be honest, the joke is not funny," he asked with a somber face

Joke?

A joke about a hammer!

Do you think I'm in the mood to joke?

"It's not a joke that you guessed wrong, Chris! I can tell you responsibly that I am serious Bob Dylan said.

Wo Worge!

Moore Clarence was as miserable as a fly. He could never have imagined that Bob Dylan didn't have any affection at all!

Biting his teeth, he looked at his companions.

People met one eye and nodded to each other.

The next moment, a few sharp glances turned to Bob Dylan.

"Chairman Bob, if Professor Moore wants to leave, we can't accept it."