Qin Luo's voice is not big, but it seems that he has magic power, which rings in people's ears.

At this moment, people spontaneously closed their mouths and looked at Qin Luo.

Fu Zhendong, as the party concerned, widened his eyes.

He could hardly believe his ears.

He had already given up his heart when Qin Luo opened his mouth to thank him, but now that the beacon circuit turns, Qin Luo has promised to stay.

The next second, Fu Zhendong's eyes flash a touch of joy, heart a burst of ecstasy.

He didn't care about his image. He went straight to Qin Luo and put his hands around Qin Luo's shoulder.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin." Fu Zhendong said in a loud voice.

The significance of Qin Luo's staying in Yanda is not only as a professor of Yanjing University, but also like a sharp blade to cut through the thorns, injecting new energy into the decadent academic circle of China.

Feeling the strength of Fu Zhendong's arm, looking at the passionate face, Qin Luo was the most crazy.

"Cough, Dean, I don't have a girlfriend yet..." Qin Luo twitched the corners of his mouth.

No girlfriend? what do you mean?

Fu Zhendong thought about it carefully. Suddenly, a touch of fine hair flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Qin Luo with guilt: "I'm sorry about the girl friend of classmate Qin. The school doesn't allocate girlfriends."

After a pause, Fu Zhendong went on to say: "happiness is to rely on oneself to strive for, and there is no sweet to be forced."

Just as soon as Fu Zhendong's voice fell, the whole lecture hall burst into a roar of laughter.

Fu Zhendong looks serious, which is really funny.

Qin Luo: is it not sweet to try hard? What the hell?

Qin Luo's handsome face jerked violently and his expression was indescribable.

Fu Zhendong, the president of Yanjing University, is also a professor in the field of history. What a smart person he is. But why is he suddenly stupid now?

"Fu Yuan, I don't mean that."

"What does that mean?"

Forget it, or not.

Think about it. Qin Luo shook his head and then shook his head. What did he say? Is Fu Zhendong gay?

Free from the shackles of Fu Zhendong, Qin Luo quickly walked toward the door.

Under the leadership of Fu Zhendong, President of the school, Qin Luo's entry procedures were green and unimpeded. Within half an hour before and after, Qin Luo's identity changed from a senior high school student in Beishan middle school to a professor of mathematics at Yanjing University.

Looking at the red book in his hand, Qin Luo felt as if he had passed away.

Who could have thought that just four months ago, he was still a thorough underachiever. Like many students, he wanted to take an entrance examination at any university, and eat and die.

For them, Xueba is a vague word.

However, just four months later, he had already stood on the platform of Yanjing University, and there were all the top students in the college entrance examination of various provinces and cities.

Think of this picture, Qin Luo can not help but the new tide surging.

Mr. Qin? No, please call me Professor Qin.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the hidden task: University Professor, reward Xueba + 100000..."

"Congratulations to the host for opening the hidden talent, master of number theory."

Master of number theory: complete the math related characters and increase the reward of learning hegemony value by 110%.

"New task release, literary man of the year."

"Please stand on the podium of the person of the year."

"Reward: Xueba is worth 99999 points, and a lucky draw is specially awarded."

"55% garbage, 30% fair, 15% fine."