“……”

For a moment, the clouds cleared away, and the Chinese academic community was enveloped in a sea of joy.

Old punk, old disaster, old guy

Sitting in front of the computer, Qin Luo was stunned: "there are more than a dozen wrong numbers, and they don't have to repeat them. They are old punks, old evils and old guys This is Fu Yuan, who has always talked about his character? "

Seeing the scene, Qin Luo was almost happy to bloom.

At this moment, Fu Zhendong preaches to him, he can give Fu Zhendong a good lesson.

"Ding Lingling ~"

at this moment, Qin Luo's mobile phone on the table suddenly rings.

Pick up a mobile phone to see, it turned out to be Fu Zhendong's number.

This is: talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives?

Emmmmm, Fu Yuan, didn't you bring the knife edge yourself?

After a little hesitation, Qin Luo pressed the answer button.

"Hello, old man Er, Fu Yuan, what can I do for you Qin Luo asked with a smile.

On the other end of the phone, Fu Zhendong was black.

Although Qin Luo changed his words, the word "old" is enough to explain the problem.

Qin Luo has already begun to tease him.

"Qin Luo, don't listen to those old punks. My name is a well-known character guarantee in academic circles." Fu Zhendong said seriously.

Moral protection?

Ha ha

Fu Yuan, when you say this, do you have no sense of loss?

If it is in the past, Qin Luo still has a little identity with Fu Zhendong's words.

So after this battle, he said he didn't believe anything.

Believe in Fu Zhendong?

Emmmmm, I would rather believe that there are ghosts in this world! I won't believe your mouth.

"Fu Yuan, I have a question to ask you." Pondering for a moment, Qin Luo said.

"What's the problem?" Fu Zhendong didn't realize that he had him, so he answered casually.

Qin Luo's mouth slightly Yang, said with a smile: "Fu Yuan, when you say this sentence, your heart will not hurt?"

Fu Zhendong:! @#¥%……”

What's the matter!

I've been talking to you for a long time. I'm talking to cattle about piano, right.

To be honest, Fu Zhendong wanted to rub Qin Luo on the ground a hundred times.

However, if you think about it, Fu Zhendong will forget it.

If Qin Luo is holding on to the matter, what should we do?

I didn't expect that Fu Zhendong lived half his life and tasted the taste that people had to bow their heads under the eaves.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you, Qin Luo. When are you going to leave?" Gnashing his teeth, Fu Zhendong digs the subject by Gu.

What time does it leave?

Hearing Fu Zhendong's words, Qin Luo's heart leaped. Fu Zhendong didn't remind him that he almost forgot!

Without any hesitation, Qin Luo quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

May 18th!

There is only one day left before the Wolff awards ceremony.

"Now

"What time is it now?"

"At once!"

"The car has been waiting at the gate of Yanda..."

After that, Fu Zhendong hung up.

Put away your mobile phone, Qin Luo began to pack up the things needed for his trip to Europe?

Clothes?

Forget it. I'll buy it later

Shoes? Then I'll buy

Underpants? Then I'll buy

After thinking about it for a long time, Qin Luo felt that he didn't really bring it.

Well, just bring someone

Thinking of this, Qin Luo pushed open the door of the house, swaggered, and walked toward the gate of Yan.