"What about the good news?" Fu Zhendong cautiously tentatively resisted the urge to fall to the ground.

I don't know that he always has an ominous premonition in his heart.

"The good news is that the other party agreed to postpone the award ceremony. If I leave early in the morning, I should be able to have time..." Qin Luo shrugged and said with a smile: "The International Computer Council will award the awards from 10 in the morning, it's time. 2pm..."

Still in a hurry? Don't be a spectator?

A ray of light flashed suddenly in Fu Zhendong's gray eyes, and a ray of blush appeared on his pale face!

"Qin Luo!" He said with a serious expression on his face.

"Uh... Fu Yuan?"

"What are you doing in a daze? If you don't hurry to pack your things, do you know that wasting time is like wasting life?" Fu Zhendong said sharply.

Qin Luo: "...we came here to pack things, didn't you stop me?"

"If I call you, you just stop? Then I tell you to go to Austria earlier, why don't you go?"

Qin Luo: "I..."

"Me? What am I? You still learn to find reasons, right? Think you can fly everywhere if your wings are hard? I tell you, delusion!"

"No matter how hard your wings are, you are a member of Yanda University. As long as you are a member of Yanda University, you must be under my control."

"Now, I order you to pack up! Run forward..."

"..."

In a nutshell, Fu Zhendong said everything that should and shouldn't be said.

During this period, Qin Luo tried to make a rebuttal, but every time he just uttered a word, he would be violently destroyed by Fu Zhendong.

What is the saying? Older gingers are more spicy.

In the past, Qin Luo felt that these things belonged to children, but at this moment, Qin Luo had a deeper understanding of this sentence.

Qin Luo didn't know whether old **** was spicy or not, but what he knew was that the older the man, the more profound the utility of preaching.

So that even oneself can't resist...

——

At nine o'clock in the evening, Qin Luo finished packing.

"Boom boom boom..."

Before Qin Luo could breathe, there was a rapid knock on the door of the room.

Before Qin Luo just wanted to unscrew the door of the room, there was already a heated discussion outside the door.

"Zhendong, this kid Qin Luo won't be asleep already."

"Uh, it's really possible that this kid belongs to the kind of **** whose emperor doesn't rush to death."

"I think so, go find a cutting machine and just saw the door open. Even if you lift it today, Qin Luo will get on the plane..."

"..."

Listening to the familiar voice from outside the door, Qin Luo's mouth twitched wildly.

Without opening the door, Qin Luo could know who was standing outside the door, Fu Zhendong, Dean of Yan University, and Chen Qiangsheng, Director of the Education Department!

Haha, if you don't say anything, you have to saw the door. You think I'm scared?

Originally, Qin Luo was about to open the door, but now, he suddenly didn't worry.

He wants to see if Fu Zhendong and Chen Qiangsheng can play the script...

But Qin Luo's pride lasted only two seconds...

Because after two seconds, he heard a harsh roar from outside the door.

It was the sound of the iron chain rubbing against the saw disc.

Qin Luo: "! ¥%……&"

He never thought that Chen Qiangsheng was so frantic that he really planned to play the script...