1771: C1771 You've Lost from the Very Beginning

C1771 You've Lost from the Very Beginning

I choose first? Hehe...

Cameron's lips curved up slightly, and an expression as expected appeared on his face. He nodded and said, "Since Professor Qin has already spoken, then... Alright."

"I choose Dorowan!"

Yes, Cameron did not choose anyone else. He only had one goal from the beginning to the end, and that was to choose Dorowan.

As the benchmark for the NoBell Literature Award and the winner of the Kavka Literature Award, in terms of probability, Dorowan had the highest chance of winning the award.

Qin Luo smiled. He had already expected Cameron's choice.

"I choose Olga..."

"Professor Qin, you are going to lose for sure..."

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Everything in the world could stop except time.

While Qin Luo and Cameron were chatting, the chairman of Nobel Foundation, Don Dylan, slowly walked up to the podium.

Behind him were the judges of Bell's Literary Award.

Unlike before, there was a tall blonde woman behind them this time. She held a tray in her hand, and there was a golden medal on the tray.

Everyone widened their eyes. The award for the literary award, Nuo Bell!

The golden medal shone brightly under the illumination of the light. It seemed to have a different kind of beauty.

Of course, beauty was inevitable because the medal was designed by a famous artist. It was very delicate and exquisite.

The first Nobel Prize was forged in 1902. It was 6.6 centimeters in diameter and was made of about 200 grams of gold. It was designed by the sculptor Li Debai.

Although the design of the Noble Bell Medal was different every year, it was engraved with the statue of the Noble Bell, and the date of birth was carved with Roman numeric numbers.

There was also the name of the recipient, the award ceremony, the year of the award, and the praises, "What a benevolent and great person. People rely on his contributions and discoveries to make their intellectual lives more fulfilling."

The picture of the medal was: A young man sat under a crown tree, listening and recording Goddess Muse's song in a trance.

On his back was the name of the winner, but no one knew who the name was.

Under the fervent gazes of the crowd, Qu Dylan slowly walked to the podium.

At this moment, everyone held their breaths.

Everyone knew that in the next five minutes, a brand new winner of the NoBell Literature Award would be born.

"Regardless of whether it's Dorowan or Ha Po Li, no matter what, you must not be Olga." Cameron held his breath and stared at Don Dylan.

In a while, not only would a brand new Nobel Prize winner be born, it would also directly affect the outcome of the bet between him and Qin Luo!

"Mr. Cameron, if you surrender now, I can pretend that nothing happened." Looking at Cameron's nervous expression, the corner of Qin Luo's mouth curled into a mocking smile.

Nothing happened?

How was this possible!

In order to trick Qin Luo, he even took off his pants!

Now that Qin Luo had told him nothing had happened, how was this possible!1

He would never agree to anything.

"Professor Qin, it's too late! You have already lost!" Cameron said confidently, "You just have to wait to work in Massachusetts Institute of Technology."

Was this considered courting death?

No matter what others thought, Qin Luo felt it was true.

- -

"Cough cough..." Dylan coughed, indicating for everyone to quiet down.

After everyone had calmed down, Dylan's gaze swept across everyone.

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