The reason is simple. The Nobel Prize in Literature is being broadcast live.
In the dean's room, Fu Zhendong rarely worked overtime.
To be honest, he should have been enjoying the reunion time with his children at home at this moment, but for Qin Luo, he rejected the temptation of a family dinner and chose to stay at Yanda alone.
He is going to live in the dean's room where he has worked for more than ten years, and witness the birth of the legend with his own eyes in the school where he has put in countless efforts!
He wants to see Qin Luo stand on the highest podium of the Nobel Prize and personally bring the Nobel Prize in Physics back to China.
For this he is willing to give up everything, even a rare family gathering.
The Nobel Prize winner, Olga!
As Bob Dylan announced the first Nobel Prize winner, Fu Zhendong's mood began to become more and more excited.
Not a single award was awarded, which means that it is one step closer to the announcement of the Physics Prize.
The corner of Fu Zhendong's mouth was slightly raised with a faint smile on his face, his eyes fixed on the TV, he didn't want to let go of every detail.
"Jingle Bell……"
Suddenly, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
This caused Fu Zhendong's brows to frown suddenly.
At this critical time, he didn't want to be disturbed.
Taking out his cell phone, Fu Zhendong was getting ready to scold him for the untimely call.
But when he saw the caller ID, Fu Zhendong swallowed the words that came to his lips.
The caller ID number is not someone else, it is Qin Luo!
How could Qin Luo call at this time? Could it be... failed?
I don't know why, Fu Zhendong has an ominous premonition in his heart, as if something bad is about to happen.
Before he could think about it, Fu Zhendong hurriedly pressed the answer button, and before Qin Luo could speak, Fu Zhendong had already said, "What's the situation? Did it fail?"
Failed?
Qin Luo's heart jumped suddenly, and he didn't understand what Fu Zhendong meant.
But soon Qin Luo figured out what Fu Zhendong meant.
Fu Zhendong must think that he has failed in the process of competing for the Nobel Prize in Physics.
"Fu Yuan, don't worry, I am determined to win the physics prize." Qin Luo seemed to relieve Fu Zhendong and said with a smile, "I'm calling now for another matter."
call……
Hearing Qin Luo's words, Fu Zhendong let out a long sigh of relief.
Fu Zhendong didn't care about other things, he only cared about the Nobel Prize.
"Let's talk about it, what's the matter?" Fu Zhendong said.
"Fu Yuan, do you remember Cameron?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.
Cameron?
Fu Zhendong nodded, of course he remembered Cameron.
Because just a few months ago, Cameron once gave a speech.
"What's wrong? What's the problem with Professor Cameron?" Fu Zhendong asked.
"Fu Yuan, if Professor Cameron came to teach at Yan University, what do you think?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.
Wtf?
Am I right?
Cameron could hardly believe his ears.
He never expected that Qin Luo would say so amazingly.
Is there anything crazier than this for Cameron to work at Yan University? You know, Cameron is the top professor in the Department of Computer Science at MIT!
"Qin Luo, are you kidding?" Fu Zhendong asked in disbelief.
joke? Hehe, are you kidding me by my appearance?