Joyce's mind flashed through countless thoughts, and he made up his mind to wait for Wang Huan to embarrass Wang Huan no matter how he answered. Didn't you make me make a fool of myself on stage? Then I'm going to have to pull you overboard.

Let's destroy together!

Joyce said viciously in her heart.

After all, at a world-renowned moment like the opening ceremony of the Cannes Film Festival, Wang Huan's sleeping can be described as a very impolite behavior, especially his status is enough to disgrace his future career.

However, next.

Joyce heard what he thought was a fantasy.

I saw Wang Huan looking at Joyce and said with a smile: "Mr. Joyce, you may have misunderstood, it is precisely because you play so well that I went to sleep." I sleep with the best compliment to your playing. ”

What the?

I play well, and you only sleep?

What kind of bullshit logic is this from Nima?

Joyce thought he had misheard, but he found from Wang Huan's sincere eyes that the other party did not mean to laugh.

What the hell is this a fool's play?

Joyce laughed angrily.

As for the surrounding reporters, they are so impressed.

Awesome!

Such words are said, and this thick-skinned person probably can't get into it with a percussion drill!

......

In the Weibo live broadcast room, netizens laughed.

"Oops, my stomach hurts from laughter. ”

"I sleep to enjoy your performance?"

"I can't do it anymore, hahaha. ”

"Hahaha, Brother Huan is still the same Brother Huan, how can he say it?"

"No, I've been completely poisoned by the Poison King, so let me laugh for a while. ”

"The Poison King's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense has become stronger and stronger. ”

"I'm still being moved by Brother Huan, but when he said this, my tears and snot spurted out. ”

"I sleep to praise you best? This is so classic, tomorrow when I go to school, I must sleep in class, and if the teacher dares to criticize me, I will say that I sleep to praise his lecture." ”

“......”

Joyce Pi didn't smile: "Master Wang Huan, your logic really broke through the sky, I deeply admire it." I've lived for so many years, and I've never heard a person sleep and praise the way someone else performs. ”

Wang Huan showed a surprised expression: "Mr. Joyce, don't you believe it?"

But what anyone doesn't know is that when he says this. Wang Huan began to meditate silently in his heart: "System, buy a weakened version of luck." ”

The cold voice of the system sounded.

[Drop, after receiving the host's request, deducting one million reputation, the weakened version of luck has been successfully purchased, and it will take effect immediately, lasting twenty-four hours, and will automatically disappear after the time has passed. 】

Hearing the sound of the system, the corners of Wang Huan's mouth hooked a good-looking arc, and he was ready to set Joyce.

Joyce laughed, "Haha, you mean you want me to believe your nonsense?"

Wang Huan looked at Joyce deeply, sighed, and said seriously: "Alas, Mr. Joyce, I said that I was praising you, why don't you believe it? It seems that your understanding of piano music is still a little different from mine." I'll just talk about my understanding, I think piano music is divided into five grades.

The first grade: fail, this kind of piano music can only be said to be a beginner's work played randomly, and it is unbearable.

The second grade: mediocrity, piano music that can reach this level already makes people have a certain ability to appreciate it. It's just that there are not enough bright spots, and they can only be reduced to mediocrity.

The third grade: ordinary, this grade of piano music is enough to enter the room, and even enjoy it with a feeling that makes people shine. At present, most of the piano music on the market is of this grade.

The fourth grade: excellent, there are very few piano pieces that can achieve excellence, and this kind of piano music is enough to attract people and become a hand-me-down work.

The fifth level: classics, which are also the highest level of piano music, each of which can be fascinating, and it also requires a high degree of skill to play them, so that they can resonate with the listener. And immerse the audience in a magical artistic conception. This artistic conception can be imaginary or immersive.

And I was just touched by the piano music you played, Mr. Joyce, and entered an immersive state, that is, a state of sleep. A good piano music that can make people sleep is a good piano music. It's even more difficult to play this kind of piano music well, so Mr. Joyce, do you say I'm complimenting you?"

Burst!

A reporter couldn't hold back any longer and laughed out loud. Just get a sleep, you can make so many senses? Why don't you go to heaven?

The audience couldn't be happier.

"I almost believed it. ”

"Bullying me for not reading, right?"

"I just like your serious nonsense. ”

Joyce had an incredible look in his eyes, he felt that Wang Huan's behavior simply refreshed the lower limit of his cognition, almost carved out of the same mold as Buzz back then, and even more shameless than Buzz. At least Booz had only said before that playing the piano was good for boo, slightly better than Wang Huan.

A strange thought suddenly arose in his heart: Could it be that all the world's top pianists have this kind of nonsense and dead-faced virtue? Or that in order to become the world's No. 1, you must first become this kind of character?

Why don't you try it yourself?

Ahh

He hurriedly suppressed this dangerous thought, the piano is a noble art, and he must not be such a vulgar person. But the thought that the two most powerful pianists in the world now have this virtue makes his heart shatter.

Joyce looked at Wang Huan, who was talking eloquently, and a brilliant idea popped up in his mind:

Sleep, right?

Wonderful, right?

In that case, why don't I follow your word and give you a problem? I'll see how you end up later.

Hahaha! Wang Huan, you have set yourself a trap.

The more Joyce thought about it, the more excited he became, his mood suddenly improved, and then he showed a smile and looked at Wang Huan: "Master Wang Huan, didn't you just say that a song that can make people sleep is a good song? Then can you also play a song and see if it can make me sleep? so that I can also enjoy your highest-grade piano music." ”

Hear Joyce's words.

The eyes of the surrounding reporters and spectators lit up at the same time.

This step is wonderful!

In the live broadcast room of Weibo, netizens were lively.

"Joyce is a thief. ”

"Lie down, and treat others in the way of others. ”

"Brother Huan bragged too much. ”

"What should Brother Huan do now? He was obviously talking nonsense just now. ”

However, Joyce was heard to continue, "Hmm...... I don't think it's enough to put me to sleep. After all, Master Wang Huan is the number one piano master in the world today, and letting adults sleep does not reflect your true level. So I think if you can play a piano piece so that a crying child can sleep, that's the real skill!"

When the crowd heard.

Secretly Joyce is so vicious!

Children are the group that cannot be judged by common sense, when they cry, there is no reason to talk about it, that one is called the sky is dark, no one can coax them, as for letting them sleep?

Many European and American media reporters who didn't like Wang Huan began to play Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts.

"Wang Huan is going to overturn this time. ”

"Hahaha, what Master Joyce said was so good that he forced Wang Huan to a dead end. ”

"Let the crying children sleep, the gods can't do it!"

"I want to see how Wang Huan responds. ”

"If Wang Huan can't do it, then he is talking nonsense, and it is really happy and exciting for him to do such a vulgar thing in such an identity, because in this way, the news is even more explosive. ”

However, at this moment, when Wang Huan heard Joyce's words, his heart was beating violently.

Weakened version of luck, in effect!

If Joyce really asked him to play a piano piece to put the adults to sleep, it really couldn't be done by the gods. After all, adults have a strong sense of autonomy.

But little ones?

Wang Huan showed an inexplicable smile in his eyes, he looked at Joyce, and said with a slight smile:

"Good!"

(End of chapter)