"Do you all know what it is? My God, I think the whole world should be as excited and thrilled as I am. Our great, noble, universally beloved, and supreme Lord Abe will be appearing at today's opening ceremony with our Prime Minister Abe."
"Everyone, cheer! Be excited! What a breathtaking moment this is! Those are the locusts of our Japan! They almost never appear on earth! Waaah!"
At this moment, not only were people from other countries at the scene stunned, but the whole world was stunned.
"Fuck your mother, is this the opening ceremony in Japan? Is that Japanese woman's father, Tianhuang?"
"No, I can't understand. Was the Japanese locust, who was once used as a stepping stone by our five-star general Arthur, such a remarkable person?"
"I am Chinese. Although I don't like you North Americans, I think you did a really great job of using locusts as stepping stones."
"Is Japan hosting an opening ceremony or promoting their Tianhuang and Gouxiba?"
The whole world was cursing, and apart from the group of Japanese contestants who were howling like ghosts, everyone else almost vomited.
Since Chen Feng demonstrated his powerful personal charisma, no one has dared to provoke him anymore. Even Pakistani figures like Salah, al-Din, Halimohan, and their leaders Hulashni and Bago have distanced themselves from him.
This is a welcome respite, otherwise the three guys would always be talking incessantly.
Ying Hua sat alone in the front row. He didn't want to sit in the back because he didn't want to see people being affectionate in private.
"Actually, we should be able to understand Japan's obsession and love for their locusts."
Li Qingning felt the warmth of Chen Feng's palm, tapped his hand with her fingers, and looked at the scene of contrasting temperatures.
"Indeed, we were just as fervent back then during the founding of the nation, but that great man deserved our fervor because he was wholeheartedly devoted to our people. But what the hell is this today?"
Chen Feng looked disdainful; he was very relaxed at the moment.
"So, are you really capable of dominating the music scene and playing musical styles in all languages?"
"Still don't believe me? You've already seen it all and still don't believe me?"
The two looked at each other and smiled sweetly.
Chen Feng looked at the group of contestants rubbing their fists together, shook his head. These people were all stepping stones for him. He hadn't originally planned to dominate them. He wanted to leave some face for these people and for the music industry worldwide.
However, he was displeased by the excessive actions taken by Japan this time, as well as the slander and mockery directed at China and the Chinese language by netizens on his phone.
This time, he wants to make the world of music collapse and tremble before him, and for a hundred years no one will dare to challenge the dignity of the Chinese music scene.
"We would like to invite our audience members here and around the world to cheer enthusiastically, stand up and scream loudly, and welcome our great Emperor Tianhuang to the event to deliver a speech at the opening ceremony of our global music competition."
The screams were deafening in one area of the venue, filled entirely by Japanese spectators who were swaying wildly as if they were on drugs. In other areas, spectators from countries with close ties to Japan, as well as the contestants, were applauding.
However, most areas remained quiet, especially North America, China, and Western Europe. In their eyes, Japan was nothing more than a clown.
Soon, on the huge screen, under the spotlight, a short man wearing an oddly shaped suit slowly walked out. He was only about 1.6 meters tall, which was considered quite tall in Japan.
When this dwarf appeared, the Japanese audience went even crazier, including the Japanese contestants. They kept raising their hands, excitedly watching their beloved Emperor Tianhuang begin to bow down and shout, "Long live Emperor Tianhuang!"
This was the first time Chen Feng had ever seen a Japanese locust. As the saying goes, seeing is believing, and not seeing is even better; otherwise, one might not be able to eat properly for days and nights.
The Japanese locust walked slowly under the spotlight. He was very thin. From a distance, you could see that he was not good-looking, unlike the handsome man described by the Japanese. A tuft of black hair was very noticeable below his nose and between his upper lip.
As he walked onto the stage, amidst the excited cheers from the Japanese, inappropriate laughter erupted from several areas, because the guy on stage wasn't even as tall as the microphone.
The Japanese locust couldn't reach it even by standing on tiptoe, which was incredibly embarrassing. He seemed a little angry and glared at Matsunabeta, the person in charge of the event who was excitedly chatting with other Japanese people not far away.
"Hahaha, oh my god, I'm dying of laughter! Is this Japanese locust here to be funny? He can't even reach the microphone."
"Keep your voice down, haha, I can't hold back either! Look at those Japanese devils, they're so excited they've completely ignored Lord Tianhuang's needs, haha!"
In one particular area, which was clearly dominated by Chinese viewers, they were laughing at each other without restraint.
"No, what are our people doing? If they like their Tianhuang so much, why are they so indifferent when they see Tianhuang trying to move the microphone on tiptoe?"
"Oh my god, this is so worrying! These Japanese are crying and wailing, what on earth happened?"
Many contestants and spectators from various countries had question marks on their foreheads.
On the stage, Tenko Han was about to come out. He looked at Matsunagabe, but the guy was only focused on kneeling and worshipping him and didn't dare to look at him, which made him very embarrassed.
"Baka ya de, baka, baka baka!"
The locust was powerless and furious.
"You mean you can't see me and therefore can't speak?"
A familiar voice reached Matsunabeta's ears. He slowly looked up and realized that the sacred Emperor Tenko in his heart could not reach the microphone. Holy crap, how could this be?
He scrambled forward, shouting, "Your Majesty, please forgive me and give your speech while standing on my back!"
Japanese Prime Minister Abe, who had not yet appeared, watched this scene coldly from the reception room.
"No matter what, the locust is a symbol of our great Japan and a matter of national faith. How can we do this?"
"Damn it, this person in charge deserves to die! Shouldn't his job be to keep an eye on the scene at all times? Why is he lying on the ground like this?"
Several high-ranking Japanese officials were indignant. They were all worldly men, and in their eyes, the locust was nothing more than a tool to control the people. They didn't care at all about the humiliation suffered by the locust himself; what they cared about was Japan's reputation.
"Quiet!"
Abe looked at his officials and said, "You are all the elites of our great Japanese Empire. How can you let such a trivial matter disturb your peace of mind?"
“The Prime Minister is right.”
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