"In addition to the five major musical languages, we also have a Russian language delegation for this music competition. They are led by a team of fourteen people, including Alexander Novich, Yulia and other members of the group, whose song (Starry Night) has become a global hit."
"The non-language delegation consisted of a large group of one hundred people from African brother countries, including Ferra KK, Miriam bmA, and Bernard boY. To put it bluntly, they came here just to freeload and their musical level was not very good."
"The Middle East delegation consisted of Lata Mansika, Mohammad Rafi, and members of its member states Salah, al-Din, Halimohan, and their respective leaders Hulashni and Bago, totaling thirty people."
As the Japanese commentators began their explanations and introductions, the Chinese audience erupted in shouts of abuse, seemingly causing a riot, with banana peels, fruit peels, and mineral water bottles flying everywhere.
Moreover, people across China who watched the live broadcast were outraged.
"These Japanese bastards, they did this on purpose, didn't they?"
Ying Hua couldn't help but start cursing.
Chen Feng frowned slightly, his face darkened, and Li Qingning was unusually angry.
"It seems that Japan is going to great lengths to win this music competition."
"Heh, trying to provoke me this way is just too naive. Not only will it not affect me, it will also make me lose all face for this lousy country."
Chen Feng's tone was icy: "If Japan wants to win the championship, they'll have to kill him; otherwise, they're dreaming."
Many people internationally are also puzzled.
"What's going on? Did Japan forget to introduce the Chinese language?"
"How could such an important matter be overlooked? I suspect it was intentional. Although our Chinese is not very good, China is indeed a great country and one of the top three powers in the world. Japan is really bold."
"By blatantly offending China, aren't the Japanese afraid of being targeted by the Dongfeng missiles?"
"It must be said that China is indeed a respectable country, but they are too patient. They will not start a fight unless the invasion of their territory becomes a reality."
Online, opinions and comments are churning wildly like boiling water.
In China, everyone who saw the live broadcast was furious and cursed wildly; some even smashed their mobile phones, computers, televisions, and other media products.
"Damn you Japanese devils! This is definitely intentional. My words have been trampled on like this. I'm so angry!"
“They skip over the Chinese language introduction and even ignore the contestants. How can a country like this call itself a country of etiquette? They have only learned the surface of our Chinese culture, but not the flesh and blood.”
“I am forty years old this year and have watched several music competitions. Although Chinese has been weak in the world for many years, I have never been insulted like this. Japan is really heartless and despicable.”
"I don't want to say anything right now. I pray to Buddha that our Fengshen can bravely stand on the Japanese stage and crush the Japanese language under his feet, just like he single-handedly overturned the decadent Chinese music scene."
"Go, Fengshen! The person upstairs is right. This time, we can only be helplessly furious. Japan is insulting our Chinese language like this. We can only hope that Fengshen from a foreign land will step in."
"Fengshen, you must not let us down. This time, the honor of our nation is concentrated in your life. You must stand up and tell the world that Chinese language has risen."
In the chaos at the opening ceremony of a music competition in Japan, the Japanese host finally pretended to realize what was happening and hurriedly apologized, but his tone was not sincere at all.
"It's really bad, it's really bad. This was my personal oversight, and it has absolutely nothing to do with Japan. I forgot to introduce the Chinese language. This is my mistake. I hope that our Chinese friends, whether they are the audience members here, the contestants, or those watching the live stream, will understand that it's really bad!"
"Please be patient, everyone. I will now introduce Mandarin Chinese. As we all know, there are five major languages in the world. We have already introduced four of them. Now there is one more that I have not yet introduced."
"Haha, everyone guessed it, right? Yes, it's our Chinese music. So today, our Chinese music team is represented by Chen Feng, the only all-around musician in their country, as well as Cassiopeia Zhang Liangying and global diva Lin Weier. They are also representing member countries... Oh, Simi Marseille. China doesn't have any member countries. I forgot about such an important piece of information."
The Japanese host's words were almost entirely sarcastic; at first, he mocked the Chinese language, but now he's even mocking China itself.
In a courtyard house in Beijing, far away in China, a boy not yet eight years old is intently looking at his phone. At that moment, the phone is playing the opening ceremony of a Japanese music competition.
The little boy had a determined look in his eyes and a flushed face. Even though he was looking at his phone, he held the joystick very straight, clearly indicating that he came from a military family.
Not far away, several old men were cultivating their minds.
After seeing the speech given by the Japanese host, the little boy immediately recorded it on his screen. Without hesitation, he ran to a group of old men and handed the phone to an imposing old man at the head of the table.
Before Ye Changqing could even place a piece in his hand, his view was blocked by a cell phone.
"Xiaoyu, aren't you playing on your phone anymore?"
He smiled kindly, casually put the black flag into the jar, and then went to catch his phone.
"No, Grandpa, isn't today the Global Music Competition? Look at this video. The Japanese are going too far. They not only mock and insult our Chinese language, but they also make veiled criticisms of China."
The little boy's face was flushed and he looked very cute.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Like father, like son! Xiaoyu is so young, yet he already knows how to love his country."
"Yes, yes, good boy, so smart, you have a bright future."
Bai Yizhong, Li Siye, and Qi Baishi all burst into laughter. "Today we've come together to see our old leader."
Ye Changqing took the phone and laughed, "Let Grandpa see what those Japanese devils have done this time to make my grandson so angry."
While the old leader was taking out his phone, Bai Juyi looked at Li Siye and said, "You should also take a look. Your grandson-in-law is representing China in the competition."
"What do you mean by 'my grandson-in-law'? Can't you be more concerned about who gave you your poems and paintings?"
As they talked, the group gathered around the old leader to watch the video.
You wouldn't believe it until you see it. The group was so angry they were practically spitting fire, their faces flushed red, even more so than eight-year-olds.
"Damn Japanese devils, this is blatant mockery of the Chinese language and China!"
"I'm so angry! I'm calling right now and demanding that the relevant departments punish him."
"If I hadn't retired and I were still in the army, I would definitely have done that to him."
The old men were very agitated.
Only Ye Changqing slowly put down his phone, tapping his fingers on the table, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.
After a long while, he finally spoke, and the other old men fell silent and listened intently.
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