Chapter 810

In the morning, four of the ten small players in the Z national competition area have participated in the competition, without exception, the situation is not very good.

There are three children who are equally frustrated with Zhao Yangyang. Once Liang Xiaoyi goes back to the backstage, he can see the position in the right corner, which is noisy.

According to the regulations, the backstage is divided into the preparation area and the observation area for fear that the small players who have not finished the competition will be affected.

After the competition, the small players will go to the observation area and sit down. Now, it is the observation area that makes a lot of noise.

Zhao Yangyang also wants to go to see the competition area. Seeing that there is such a lively scene, he can still wonder: "what's wrong with this?"

At the end of lunch, many teachers have not come back, and the backstage is also chaotic and chattering.

Liang Xiaoyi can see more deeply than Zhao Yangyang. He can see the position of the noise center. The other three small players who have finished the competition in his own competition area are also there. Not only in, but their faces are not very good-looking.

Liang Xiaoyi frowned and went that way.

Zhao Yangyang quickly followed him.

As soon as Liang Xiaoyi passed by, he heard a string of funny Korean characters ring out: "what did they play just now? Many scales are wrong. They can't play the piano at all. Is this the level of the people in Z?"

Zhao Yangyang didn't understand Korean. He didn't know what this sentence meant. He didn't know that these people were laughing at his little friends. He went to the little partners and asked one of the boys, "what's the matter?"

The boy didn't understand what the young Korean players were saying, but they were surrounded by them all the time, so they were not very comfortable and their faces were not good.

"I think they're laughing at us," the only girl among the four Chinese players at the end of the competition stammered

These South Korean players seem to know each other well with some European and American players who are also in the viewing area. A group of people talk with each other, but they have to surround themselves with the position of the Chinese players. When they speak, they have to look at the Chinese players from time to time. Sometimes they talk in Korean and sometimes in English. However, no matter which language they speak, the three Chinese players can't understand them I just went to kindergarten.

Liang Xiaoyi's face is very dark.

Zhao Yangyang muttered: "it should not be, we don't know them."

The little girl shook her head. She didn't know. She just felt uncomfortable.

At this time, a Korean teacher came over. He seemed to hear his own country's young players laughing at other players, but he didn't reprimand him. He just said in Korean: "OK, the cameraman will be here soon. You all sit well, do you hear me?"

"Miss Kim, did you hear that just now? They don't play the piano at all. I can play better with my feet than they do."

"That's because Zhixuan's parents are the most famous musicians in China. Zhixuan's grandfather studied at the Royal Conservatory of music. Zhixuan is different from other people."

The little Korean boy named Zhixuan said with pride, "the teacher is right. I shouldn't expect the poor people to keep up with the level of the aristocrats. You can see them, they still can't understand what we are talking about. It's really stupid. Ha ha ha ha."

Zhao Yangyang, they really don't understand what these people are talking about. When they see the teacher coming, they think it's the teacher who told them to be quiet, because the voice of these people talking is really too loud.

"Do you understand what we're talking about when I speak Chinese?" A string of clear Korean suddenly flows across from the other side.

Liang Xiaoyi put his hands in the pocket of his suit pants. He looked at the teacher Jin coldly, and then turned his eyes to the little boy named Zhixuan.

There was a sudden silence around him. All of a sudden, the Korean people were looking at him, and even the players from other countries were looking at him.

At this time, Liang Xiaoyi also recognized that the one named Zhixuan was the one who bumped into him and despised the Chinese side.

Liang Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows, raised his chin, and looked at the teacher in English. Instead, he said in English: "as a teacher, when a native player speaks ill of himself and despises and ridicules other players with his narrow eyes, you not only do not stop it, but help the tyrant and encourage and guide him. Are you really a teacher? Is your vision and morality the same as that of a kindergarten student? "

Because this paragraph is spoken in English, the young players in Europe and the United States can understand it. In an instant, everyone's eyes turn to the teacher Kim.

The young Korean players can speak English. Just now they came to communicate with the small players from Europe and the United States. The European and American young players were originally quite enthusiastic and had a good time talking with them. They also heard that their words implied that the small players of state Z were of average strength. However, they also listened to the performance of these young players of state Z, and they played generally, so they also agreed.

They only think that this is the common exchange of views on the level of players from different countries, but they don't know these South Korean players. They also use Korean to ridicule the students of Z country, and they can't understand Korean.

Mr. Jin's face was black at the moment. He gave an embarrassed smile and said with a ha ha: "this child, I don't know what you are talking about. Where is your teacher?"Liang Xiaoyi sneered and said slowly, "why, I can't say that. Do you want to sue the teacher? Are you a small class and haven't graduated yet? "

"Pooh."

All of a sudden, there was a lot of laughter from the European and American players. They thought the children from Z were very interesting.

Mr. Jin's face became darker. He suddenly said in a commanding tone, "this is the viewing area. Have you finished the game? I didn't go back to your preparation area! "

Liang Xiaoyi said faintly: "lunch time is not over. It's a rest time. Don't you have a sense of time? Can you watch the clock? Oh, by the way, I forgot that some children in small classes can't understand the time. Can you distinguish the minutes from the seconds? "

"You..." Mr. Jin choked, blushed, looked up and yelled, "where's the Chinese teacher? There is no teacher in China! "

Liang Xiaoyi knew that if the teacher came, he would surely be taken away. He looked at the little boy named Zhixuan and said in Chinese: "you may have learned from your family, your parents and your grandfather may have made great achievements, but you are arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, and headstrong, Is destined to go not far away, you have time to despise others, ridicule others, regard other people's efforts as nothing, but do not have time to learn ideological and moral, improve their own quality? What? You don't understand what I'm saying? I'll translate it for you again in Korean? I can also translate it to you again in English. What else do you want to hear, German? French? Japanese, I can say it again. I hope you can put away your ignorant face after listening to it, because you look so stupid now

Liang Xiaoyi finished in one breath, but did not find the location of the door. The photographer was already in place, and he did not know how long he had been shooting.