"I will call Durut now..."

While talking, Melson took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the phone.

"Professor Durut, hello, this is Melson... Yes, you heard that right, we are right now at NASA's door."

"Professor Deligne from the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton is also with me..."

"..."

After a few simple words, Melson hung up and waited quietly.

He believes that it won't take long for Durut to run out.

However, this scene fell in the eyes of the middle-aged security guard, but did not take it seriously.

He has seen a lot of people who want to get into NASA under this banner, and he said today that nothing would let Deligne in.

"I tell you, don't even think about it, uh..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and a middle-aged man with a hurried expression appeared in his vision.

And this man is no one else, he is really the person in charge of NASA, the top commander of the U.S. Aviation Administration, Durut!

"This..." Look at Durut, look at Deligne in front of him.

An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.

It seems, seems, seems something is wrong...

Is it possible that the other party is really a big man?

However, he should not be allowed to understand that Durut had already walked around him quickly and walked straight to the old man named "Delligne".

"Professor Deligne, please forgive me if you have missed a long distance..." Durut said with an apologetic expression.

"GuangDang..."

Hearing these words, the middle-aged security guard's legs trembled abruptly, unable to support his body anymore, banged and fell to the ground.

His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and his eyes fixed on Deligne. He couldn't think of it anyway. The gray-haired old man in front of him had so much energy that he could call Durutt with just one phone call Came out.

What's more shocking is that in front of him, Durut is very cautious and even speaking, and seems very worried that there is a wrong sentence that will make the other party unhappy...

Although this feeling is quite false, it really exists.

But as the panic gradually receded, it was replaced by immense worry.

He was afraid that Deligne would blame him for what happened just now!

Uh……

That's it! This is all over!

Despair slowly grew in his heart...

However, the ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Just when he was worried that Deligne would use this opportunity to calculate the general ledger, Deligne had walked straight into NASA's door.

From beginning to end, Deligne did not even show any interest in him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

It wasn't until Deligne's back figure disappeared into the depths of NASA that he let out a long sigh of relief.

NASA, Dean's Room...

"Two professors, please sit down..." Dulu warmly greeted Deligne and Melson to take their seats.

While holding the cup, they made a cup of coffee for each of them.

The hot boiling water fell, and a slightly burnt smell instantly filled the room.

"Because I don't like adding sugar, I didn't make any special preparations in the office. I can only say sorry to the two professors." Durut pushed forward with both hands and delivered the coffee to Deligne...

Ignoring Durut's words, Deligne's face suddenly darkened, and his voice said coldly: "Sorry? Haha, you should be sorry, but not because of the coffee, but because of the reply! Because of Qin Luo!"