Chapter 39: The first man in history to refuse the Nobel Prize!

The voice was calm, but the meaning carried an undeniable firmness.

After saying that, Ye Xuan left straight away without looking back.

Just like the casual outfit on him, everything was as dashing as when he came.

At this moment, when the translator conveyed Ye Xuan's words, the smile on Jackson's face disappeared.

The face of Allen beside him suddenly turned black.

The two looked at each other and clearly saw the thick disbelief in each other's pupils.

Since the founding of the Nobel Prize in Literature, for a hundred years, everyone who heard the name of the Nobel Prize has flocked to it, joyful and encouraged.

Now, someone actually dares to refuse?!

This is simply the first time in a hundred years, something one wouldn't even dare to think about.

President Xiao Ren, who had just slid off his chair, was still preparing to grab Ye Xuan, but he hadn't recovered from the shock, and his motionless feet were already numb.

As he stood up, he slid down again, and his butt even hit the ground with a loud thud.

Vice President Yu Fu, on the side, finally reacted and hurriedly stood up to help the president, but his eyes were also full of disbelief.

A second ago, the two were still excited about China winning the Nobel Prize in Literature for the first time.

The next second, they watched Ye Xuan refuse China's first Nobel Prize in Literature in history?!

Is it heartbreaking or what?!

That is the honor of the highest hall in the hearts of scholars!

It just flew away like that?!

Ye Xuan, if you don't want it, give it to us!

At the same time, the netizens in the live broadcast room already had their pupils shaking.

"Refusing the Nobel Prize?! Damn, my heart almost stopped; witnessing history for the third time..."

"From the first exclamation of witnessing history to experiencing history time and time again, I'm only 18 and I've lived long enough to see this?!"

"Why do I feel like I'm still dreaming? Until I just slapped my dad, Dad, I was wrong..."

"To the one above, you you you... take care! I also feel like I'm in a dream!"

"Ye Xuan, what a fierce man! One word: absolute!"

"From nomination to winning to refusing, how much surprise—no, shock—is this man going to bring me?"

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At the same time, major media outlets hurriedly made calls again.

The central idea was one thing.

They had major news again.

At this moment, the major media outlets, shocked by these layers of news, only felt that the soles of their feet were almost floating.

Usually, when one piece of news is released, it's a major event that hits the top of the hot search in minutes.

But today, one isn't enough, so they send two; two isn't enough, so they send three.

First, it was revealed that Ye Xuan is the Pig-farming Big Shot himself, and everyone gasped.

Then they learned that Ye Xuan won the Nobel Prize in Literature, and everyone gasped again. **Chapter 42**