Ancestral local tyrant system

Along with the endless galaxy, a prelude to the cello and piano slowly sounded.

""Xing Xing"! It's the Dean's "Xing Xing"!"

"The first two awards were taken over by the dean and his wife, too strong, right?"

"I'm sour, good people are always with good people, I'm out of play..."

Only Fang Jueyu’s songs are circulating on the Internet, but the song’s MV has just been released today, and the audience knows at this moment that Fang Jueyu can not only sing, but also dance!

"Look at that dance step. Does it smell like Jackson?"

"And here, how do I feel the breath of Elvis?"

"Oh my God, how come there is such a work? It is obviously a mixture of a lot of musical elements, and it doesn't feel chaotic and abrupt at all. It's so talented!"

After watching this MV, some judges suddenly felt that they still underestimated the true level of Fang Jueyu's song, and there were even some other awards he could win!

"Now, let us have Mr. Fang Jueyu, the winner of the Best Song of the Year, come to the stage to receive the award!"

Fang Jueyu stood up from his seat, the expression on his face did not change at all, as if it were a matter of course to win this award.

The two foreign singers who had criticized Jueyu's face just now looked as ugly as they had eaten shit. It turns out that they are not pretending to be aggressive, they are really awesome!

At this time, not only the domestic live broadcast platforms, but also the barrage of those foreign live broadcast platforms have exploded.

"Fang Jueyu, why have I never heard of this name? I only know that there is a singer in China recently that seems to have a song called Chicken You Are So Beautiful."

"Oh, you haven't heard of him, and now the number one song on the major music charts is his work!"

"I know this person. He is the richest man in the world now, and a very young professor and scholar in China. I heard my mentor talk about him!"

"Oh my God, he can still sing? God is too unfair!"

As if in order to watch the excitement, China's netizens rushed over the wall and got into those foreign platforms.

Everyone has a very strange hobby, which is to give others a sense of superiority and accomplishment after popularizing things they know. And these netizens hold this attitude.

"Hey, you crooked nuts are so inexperienced, you don't even know the dean."

"Haha, sit down. This is the basic operation. Don't you know that the dean has a lot of side jobs? Scientific research, network technology competitions, and music are also involved. Don't make a fuss!"

"Come here, take my Chuanguo Yuxi to smash a few walnuts on the friendly army!"

...

For a time, the barrage almost always had news about Fang Jueyu. Those people originally only knew that the world's richest man was Fang Jueyu. Now, they really remembered this name and really knew this person.

"Mr. Fang, how do you feel at this moment?" The host handed the microphone over.

"Feeling? I don't have any feelings, I just think the air conditioner here is a bit weak."

"Hahaha!" There was a burst of laughter in the audience, and Fang Jueyu's humor enlivened the atmosphere.

"Mr. Fang is too humorous, I think you must be very excited at this moment? Don't share with us how you feel now?"

"I'm not excited!" Fang Jueyu said innocently on his face, "I was expected to receive this award. If the winner of this award is not me, then I will be excited."

"Fuck, the dean's pretense is too big, right?"

"It's started again, the dean doesn't speak human language anymore!"

"Sorry words, but there is no way, people are so powerful, if you are upset, go up and beat him up."

...

The host obviously did not expect that Fang Juyu would say such a tiger wolf word. This is a Grammy Award, not a KTV singing competition, nor a college ten best singer contest, it is the most authoritative and highest in the world. His level of musical honor, he is actually in such a calm state.

"Then Mr. Fang, can I ask you how much time you spent creating this song?" In order to ease the embarrassment, the host continued to ask.

"Um... it took one and a half minutes to compose the music, two minutes to write the lyrics, plus the choreography and final revisions, it would take a total of half an hour."

"Huh!" The scene was silent again.

Some expert judges have said that the melody of this song contains classical and popular elements. It must be written with a very deep musical foundation, and it will definitely take a long time.

Fang Jueyu's words were simply a hot slap on the faces of those experts!

Doesn't that mean that apart from the choreography and modification of the dance, the completion of this song took less than 5 minutes?Was he the reincarnation of Chopin or the resurrection of Beethoven?

"Hahahaha, I guess this host wanted to ease the embarrassment, but I didn't expect it to be even more embarrassing."

"President, please tell me something. If this continues, the host will be unemployed tomorrow."

"Stop brushing 6666. This is the basic level of the dean's sorrowful talk. I boldly predict that there will be more sorrows in a while."

But this is just Huaxia's audience. They know Fang Jueyu, and they are not tired of his behavior. As for those audiences in other countries, they have already begun to spray.

"Let him go down, this Chinese man is too arrogant, he doesn't deserve this award!"

"He must be a liar. I was born to learn music. It is absolutely impossible for anyone in the world to create such a musical composition within a minute and a half, even those music masters!"

China's netizens also started a crazy counterattack.

"Don't believe it, it's just your insight that limits your imagination."

"I suggest you come to Huaxia for a period of time, then you will know how much the Dean has been approved."

"Hey, a group of poor people, why do mortals always question the gods?"

...

"Mr. Fang's talent is really amazing for everyone," the host ended the interview embarrassingly, "then first, Mr. Fang is asked to step down and take a break. I am going to announce the winner of the next award."

"Forget it, I won't go down, it's too much trouble, I have to come up soon!" Fang Jueyu said.

"Mr. Fang, what do you mean?" The host has not opened the card in her hand, and she also doesn't know who the next award will be.

"Is the next award for the best male singer?" Fang Jueyu asked.

The host nodded.

"That's right, the next prize is mine, why should I go down?"

"Wow!" Fang Jueyu's topic was still in his hand, and everyone under his words could clearly hear it.

"Hahaha, this Chinese man is crazy, he actually thinks he can contract two awards."

"Let's announce, he won't be the winner by then, I'll see if he can be so arrogant on stage!"

Foreign netizens have started "cyber violence" against Fang Jueyu.

"Mr. Fang... are you sure you want to continue to stand here?"

"Naturally." Fang Jueyu nodded with a smile.

"That's good." The host walked to the center of the stage, "Now, I announce that the one who won the Grammy Award for Best Male Singer..."

She opened the golden card in her hand, and when she saw the name clearly, her mouth turned into an O shape because of surprise.

"The winner is Mr. Fang Jueyu from China!"