Chapter 257 A little flattery, no one will see it

"Well, I know." Qin Luo smiled lightly and nodded: "For example, if you still have Zhou Yuan and Song Yuan, you must be among the majority of people."

Qin Luo felt that as a scholar, it was harmless to flatter himself.

But the next second, he was at a loss.

quiet~

On the other end of the phone, Wang Xuecai suddenly lost his voice.

"Hehehe..." After a long while, Wang Xuecai's sneer came from the phone.

His voice is getting louder and more hearty: "Hahaha, when did you learn to flatter me? It really caught me off guard!"

Yes, Wang Xuecai was stunned.

What an upright person Qin Luo was in his impression.

He goes out to attack people all day long.

But it is such a person, and now he has learned to flatter.

After a short period of excitement, Wang Xuecai fell into contemplation again, whether Qin Luo has changed or this society has changed.

But change is not bad, and it is also a good thing for Qin Luo.

Hearing Wang Xuecai's slightly sarcastic words, Qin Luo's forehead slid down three black lines, he finally flattered on a whim, why was Wang Xuecai holding on to it?

As a scholar, he has to lose face!

"Goodbye!" Qin Luo said and hung up the phone.

"Stinky boy!" Wang Xuecai twitched the corners of his mouth and scolded with a smile.

As an academician of the Academy of Sciences, he is respected by all walks of life. He has always hung up on others, but now he has been hung up by Qin Luo.

"However, it's interesting that this kid is actually flattering..." As he spoke, Wang Xuecai laughed.

"Pharaoh, what is flattering, what did that kid Qin Luo say?" Song Baoguo, who was standing beside him, asked suspiciously.

"That kid actually flattered us, can you believe it?" Wang Xuecai laughed.

Flattering?

Song Baoguo froze in place for a while, and Qin Luo's "attentive" flattering look appeared in his mind.

Um, why is it so interesting to think about?

At this moment, Song Baoguo really wanted to see Qin Luo, and wanted to see him flattering in front of him. That picture would definitely be beautiful.

"Hopefully the report will come sooner."

"A week is not a long time..."

Looking at the sun hanging high in the air, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Wang Xuecai's mouth.

On the other side, the No. 7 Middle School in Beishan City, hung up the phone and Qin Luo opened the phone Baidu on the principle of asking if he didn't understand.

Enter Ye Liang, search!

Soon a bunch of news came into view.

"Ye Liang, born in 1989, is less than 30 years old. He is already a well-known scholar in the Department of Mathematics at the Johns Hopkins School of Physics, and he is also the youngest teaching assistant in the history of the Johns Hopkins School. Among his many honors, one of them is particularly eye-catching, and Hua Luogeng will be one of the candidates."

It seems to be pretty good. Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders and smiled lightly.

However, Ye Liang was only not bad. Facing himself with the system, he was still far behind.

As for Professor Ye, Qin Luo didn't pay much attention to it.

The first is because Qin Luo doesn't know his name, so it's hard to search.

The second is that if he hits his son, he will definitely pop out.

Shaking his head, Qin Luo pushed open the door of the classroom.

"Stand up, salute: hello teacher."

Qin Luo's legs softened and he almost fell to the ground.