The servant opened the piano cover, and Luo Jun sat on the piano stool gracefully, "I play a piece of music. If you play it wrong, you lose."
Taking a breath, he raised his little hands and placed them on the keys. Then, he started playing faster and faster.
He was playing a section from "Flight of the Bumblebee". This section has very fast finger speed, and it is generally difficult for ordinary children learning piano to complete it.
With his fingers lightly sliding on the keys, Luo Jun stood up and left the piano bench.
"Mo Mo, you are so handsome!"
On the grass, Qin Wanwan sighed.
Behind her, Qin Lan and Huang Furuo, who had come from the film festival, were standing. Mo Bei and Jiao Yang's children were being baptized. Of course, they also had to attend, and they had just arrived.
Not only them, many guests had already arrived. Seeing Luo Jun standing up handsomely, a round of applause immediately broke out on the grass.
Everyone doesn't know that this is a competition, it's just a performance.
The expression on Luo Jun's face was calm, "It's your turn!"
King walked over, sat on the piano stool, raised his hand, and played.
The little guy slightly pursed his pink lips, and with flying fingers, he played the keys and listened to the music he played. Even Luo Jun had a look of surprise in his eyes. Leng Zimo, Jiao Yang and others were all music experts.
, also looked surprised.
Luo Jun is a famous piano prodigy. Everyone knows that this little guy can play such a difficult piece of music so well?!
There was another round of applause on the grass.
"In the third game, it's my turn!" King thought for a while, "I want to compete with you in language."
Without giving Luo Jun a chance to refuse, he spoke again, but this time, in French, "We speak in different languages, and every sentence must be in a different language. If it is not spoken well or cannot be spoken clearly,
, even if you lose."
"I hope you know enough foreign languages, otherwise, I think you will lose quickly." Luo Jun responded directly in Italian.
"You're talking nonsense, I will never lose to you!" King changed to Spanish.
"Ono is my sister, I won't let you take her away." Luo Jun changed to Korean.
"I told you, she is mine, mine!" King shouted in Latin.
"The things I picked up belong to you?" Luo Jun curled his lips and said in Japanese, "Then can I also pick it up for you?"
"Hmph!" King switched to Portuguese, "It's useless what you say. Anyway, I won't lose."
"It's a pity that I don't think so." Luo Jun said the first sentence in Arabic. When he said the last sentence, he suddenly changed his language and switched to Chinese dialect, "Can you understand? (I can't understand)
You know, Cantonese), I can also speak Shandong dialect (Shandong flavor), Northeast dialect (Northeast dialect), yes, and Tianjin dialect I can also speak (Tianjin dialect)..."
Luo Jun suddenly spoke in dialects from various parts of China, leaving King dumbfounded.
After speaking all the dialects he knew, Luo Jun crossed his arms with a confident expression on his face, "If you can speak all the languages I just spoke, you will win!"
King's face turned red with anger, but there was nothing he could do.
Even though he has a very high IQ and is proficient in several languages, he did not expect Luo Jun's move, let alone have any way to deal with it.
"Now, is it time to return Sister Xiaoye to me?"
Luo Jun said that he was about to walk over and hug Xiaoye.
