Mad Son-in-law

Winning or losing on the chessboard couldn't be more obvious. Whether it was the number method or the number method, Wang Jie won by an overwhelming advantage.

Wang Jie secretly smiled at Chu Qian: "How about it, boss, your subordinates didn't shame you, right?"

Chu Qian smiled and whispered: "It's not bad, but your moves are too murderous. The anger hurts your body so badly, it will be bad for your body in the long run, so let's take it easy."

Wang Jie knew what Chu Qian said, but he pretended to be stupid: "Boss, I have nothing to let go of. I have won the victory that should be won. Would you like to consider giving me some bonus? In ancient times, the emperor was the emperor when the general went out for triumph. To reward the beauty of money."

Chu Qian smiled faintly: "I have money, beauty, what do you think of Shen Wei?"

Shen Wei blushed on the side, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Chu, you guys are talking about you, why are you talking about me? Besides, I am not beautiful, I am far worse than you."

Wang Jie grinned shamelessly and said: "Shen Wei, this is wrong. Look at the emperor who rewards himself to the general or the monk. It's a pity that I am not a monk!"

As the three people laughed and whispered, Chu Guoxiong said loudly: "Play against Yi, Wang Jiesheng!"

Miyano Yang's expression was extremely ugly. After all, before the game he boasted about Haikou, he didn't put Wang Jie in his eyes at all. But now, not only did he lose to Ye Luzi, but he was still a miserable defeat, losing a full 38 eyes and a half. What makes his face even more dull is that Wang Jie's pipa playing level can be above the eighth level, and he has reached the point of entering the country. At least, during this performance, there was not a trace of flaws...

"I declare, playing the pipa, Mr. Miyano-win!"

When everyone had already decided that Wang Jie won the game, even when Miyano Yoichi dropped his head, the gray-bearded deputy dean of the Conservatory of Music stood up and announced his evaluation results without a smile. .

All of a sudden, onlookers talked.

"Professor Gou, what are you talking about?" Chu Qian thought she had heard it wrong. This is something that ordinary music lovers can understand at the first hearing. Can it be said that being a professional professor has other objections?

The old man smiled respectfully towards Chu Qian and said, "Ms. Chu, I appreciate it from a professional point of view. It is indeed Mr. Miyano wins."

Even Miyano himself was taken aback, and then he showed the smile of a confidant who was alive, and nodded to the old man: "The old professor really has broad knowledge and extraordinary insights. I will admire him. I have the opportunity to ask you to tell me..."

The old man smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Omiya has a good reputation, you deserve it. Besides, I have always admired your Miyano family for a long time..."

Wang Jie knew that this dead old man was going to be famous. After all, he swept their faces at the Grand Theater last time, but who knew he was so brazen.

"Wait a minute, the two of you don't compliment and compliment yourself!" Wang Jie sneered: "The cat is called a beast? Or is it Professor Dog? Tell me, why did I lose?"

The old man squinted at Wang Jie, and said coldly: "Although Mr. Miyano made a mistake in his performance, you did not make a mistake, but Mr. Miyano respected the original soundtrack. And you are superfluous, adding what you call yourself. The'ethnic elements' have caused flaws in a classic track such as'Ambush on All Sides'. This is more of a problem than a mistake."

"Then I would like to ask Professor Gou, is there a problem with the national element music I am playing?"

"This...this...no problem, but it's political. Music has nothing to do with politics."

"Please ask Professor Gou again, is the national anthem considered political music?"

"This..." The old man was speechless, his gray beard trembled, and he stammered: "I...I don't want to discuss this with you. Even if you don't talk about it, Mr. Miyano is playing the five strings. Pipa, yours is a four-string pipa, the difficulty is different..."

"Professor Gou, as a professional musician, do you not know that this five-string pipa was introduced to Japan from the east in the Tang Dynasty? There is no difference in difficulty between the two. The difference lies in the five-string pipa. Popular between the Northern and Southern Dynasties to the Sui and Tang Dynasties, it can better express the majestic momentum; the four-string pipa became popular after the Song Dynasty and can better express delicate feelings; and the number of users of the four-string pipa far exceeds that of the five-string pipa. The number of people using it. What is the basis for you saying that the five-string pipa is more difficult? Is it just because the number is one larger?

Wang Jie talked endlessly, just like Jiazhen, the old man surnamed Dog was held back for a long time without speaking. Amidst the snickers around, the old man really lost face, and finally he suddenly said: "What's the matter? I think Wuxian. Pipa is more difficult? I'm so old, and I eat more salt than you eat rice. You are a junior, shouldn't you listen to training? Let me be the referee, you have to listen to me!

"The amount of salt you eat can only prove that you have high blood pressure, but that you cannot prove that you have more knowledge. The turtle in the sea is older than you, and you eat more sea salt. Why don't you pretend to be a grandson?" Not accustomed to this old thing, with a word, the old man was so angry that he hid his heart and took a breath!

Miyano smiled one by one: "Wang, you are furious. Haha, since it's a game, you have to respect the referee's result. Is it a guilty conscience?"

"Guilty conscience? You know the outcome!" Wang Jie said with disdain: "Okay, take ten thousand steps, just as the old man said, Pipa counts you as winning. Now, one draw!"

"It's not counted, I've already defeated you, this old gentleman is your family, he doesn't recognize you, you are not angry, haha!" Miyano Yoichi smiled triumphantly.

Chu Guoxiong knew that this surnamed Gou had smashed Wang Jie, so he patted Wang Jie on the shoulder to show his comfort, and then said: "In that case, the two of you, please follow the title I just mentioned, poems and songs. !"

Miyano took the lead one by one, rushing to say: "In this case, I will come first. After all, it is not a difficult task! The first is the first, king, I can be regarded as better than you!"

Wang Jie sneered.

Miyano Hiro smiled faintly, looked up and down Wang Jie, and slowly said, "July, wind and rain, and there are frogs in the Chu Well of Yuncheng. Sitting on the top of the mud pond, it is better than a tiger and a leopard to occupy the lotus. Wow, barking. Those who come from the east refuse to believe that there is Fanghua outside the well. The ridiculous world is a toad, and I don’t know that the East China Sea is a fairy family."

There are really **** people who don't understand what Yoichi Miyano is talking about, only knowing that someone said a few words, they clapped their hands and applauded.

However, those who are a little bit more knowledgeable know what the meaning of this poem is. Although it is only to call Wang Jie the frog at the bottom of the well in name, the last sentence of'Funny toads in the world, I don't know that the East China Sea is the immortal family' is clearly boasting to Dong Ying. Challenge, ridicule Wang Jie and his compatriots at the same time.

"Wang, how is it? In a hurry, the rhythm is a bit worse, but I consciously send you it more appropriate!" Miyano Hiroshi laughed loudly.

Wang Jie's face was stern, this was no longer a matter of honor or disgrace.

Miyano Yoichi is not only insulting himself, he has already crossed Wang Jie's bottom line...

"Hey, it's your turn!" Miyano said with a smile: "I haven't figured it out yet! Haha, it doesn't matter, if you just say a jingle, I will count as a tie, for example, you can say, quack, I am a toad, Although sitting in the well, I also pick swan flowers...Miss Chu, are you right!"

"You..." Chu Qian frowned, and anger came from her heart. There is something in Miyano Yo's words, which is mocking his relationship with Wang Jie...

"Forget the boss, what to care about with a little bug!" Wang Jiesen said: "Dwarf, listen carefully, Xiaoye's poem is called "Seven Killing Poems"! If I pause in the middle, you win!"