Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Ji Rao saw his eyes and knew that he was not thinking about anything good.

"I tell you, Tao Mingshuo is not a good man."

Ji Rao

"He is clearly a friend with him, but his performance is so cross-border, and you still like him, no, he didn't refuse to like him before, as if he didn't know, this is sanctimonious."

Ji Rao said helplessly, "what do you mean like him before?"

"Who do you like now?"

“……”

Wu Zhaoyun caught Ji Rao's hesitation for a moment, "you see, you are not sure now, your heart has gone to my side, you can admit it."

"Don't you think we're not in the same world at all?"

Wu Zhaoyun naturally said, "I don't think so. Although I don't understand music, I will listen to it as long as you play it.

Ji Rao sneered, "do you know what Boya Ziqi and playing the lute to a cow mean?"

Wu Zhaoyun disapproved, "so what? Zhong Ziqi died in the end. It's not the cow that can listen to you."

Ji Rao

On the day of Chopin's competition, Ji Rao got up early. He put on his suit. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wu Zhaoyun fiddling with the dining table outside.

"Come on, come on."

Ji Rao went over to have a look. There were exquisite breakfast on the plate on the dining table. The most conspicuous one was the heart-shaped fried egg.

"You'll do that again?"

Wu Zhaoyun poured a glass of milk for Ji Rao, and then put it next to Ji Rao, "I know a lot. You stay with me, I cook and you wash the dishes. How about that?"

“…… I've never washed a bowl. "

This is the truth. Ji Rao's hands don't touch Yangchun water. Let alone wash the dishes, he didn't even mention the heavier bag.

When Wu Zhaoyun heard his answer, he suddenly laughed.

He didn't mean "we won't be together," but I didn't do the dishes. That is to say, he just really thought about the task allocation after they were together.

"Yes, I will. I cook, I wash the dishes. "

Ji Rao looks at Wu Zhaoyun who is suddenly attentive.

"Well, let's eat. We'll go to the match after eating."

Ji Rao was afraid of affecting the performance of the game and didn't eat much breakfast.

When they took a taxi to the match, there were not many people.

In fact, the more high-end music is, the fewer people can enjoy it. What can be widely praised is just some catchy slogans. Those stars' concerts are more popular than Ji Rao's and Tao Mingshuo's individual concerts.

It's hard to understand, but it's true.

Chopin music competition is even more so, the level of excitement is far less than those thousands of traffic star concerts, and even some withered.

"Don't be nervous. I'm looking at you from below. Although I don't understand you talking about piano, the music you play is the best I've ever heard. "

Ji Rao's expressionless whole cuff. He has participated in countless competitions since he was a child. His nervous mood has long been gone.

"How many people have you heard playing music?"

Wu Zhaoyun is very busy at ordinary times, and sometimes he can't spare time to rest at night, and he can't listen to any piano music. For Wu Zhaoyun, that thing has no other use except hypnosis, and naturally he can't deliberately listen to any high music.

Wu Zhaoyun, who was mercilessly exposed, said with a broad smile, "it doesn't matter. You can definitely do it. Even if it's brushed down, it's also the problem of the judges."