Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Wu Zhaoyun later found out what a terrible piece "Piano Concerto No. 2 in G minor".

Let's not say anything else. It's a threshold that many people can't reach just to challenge to play this piece completely.

A track that seems to be playing madly is clearly remembered by Ji Rao for every disordered syllable. The memory intensity is many times more than other songs. Because he has no rules at all.

"When shall we return home?"

Ji Rao was reading a musical score when he heard Wu Zhaoyun ask, but he didn't look back and said, "do you want to go back now?"

"No, I'm just asking you. Why didn't Tao Mingshuo come? "

Ji Rao made a pause.

Before the third round, Tao Mingshuo said that he had something to do and couldn't come. After the third round of the competition, Tao Mingshuo even called him to say that he was too playful, and that this perfect dazzle song should not appear in the Xiao Er Bang competition at all.

"Why don't you discuss with me when you choose the music? This kind of music is too dangerous for him to perform on stage, let alone in the competition. The judges will probably not admit it. If you really don't admit it, you'll have to wait another five years, won't you? "

"What is this kind of music? Every piece of music has its meaning of existence. How long did it take for this piece of music to be retrieved and revised? Now you tell me that it is not qualified to be put on the stage? "

"Ji Rao, you know that's not what I mean."

"What do you mean?"

In the end, they didn't agree when they hung up. Although he didn't want to admit it, Wu Zhaoyun was really gloating.

As soon as Ji Rao hung up the phone, Wu Zhaoyun immediately brought up the warm sweet milk and said, "come on, drink some milk. Don't be angry."

Ji Rao looks at Wu Zhaoyun with a smile on his face

But Ji Rao didn't want to worry about it with him. He just pushed the milk away and sat in front of the piano without saying a word.

Wu Zhaoyun didn't give up either. He followed up and comforted, "he doesn't know music."

Ji Rao

Ji Rao made a reservation, the day after the final match. Ji Rao's idea is to return home with a prize.

But it turns out that he thought too much.

On the day of ranking, Ji Rao didn't even take it seriously. He opened the mail while having breakfast.

When Wu Zhaoyun saw Ji Rao's frozen face, he said strangely, "what's the matter? Has the ranking come out? "

Ji Rao was speechless.

Wu Zhaoyun gave him a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and snorted with a smile, "don't pretend to cheat me like this, is it over again, number one?"

Ji Rao put the spoon and went back to the bedroom without saying a word.

"Oh, no breakfast?"

Wu Zhaoyun frowned slightly. He took out his mobile phone and checked the backstage ranking.

First, I didn't run.

But it's the penultimate.

There were seven people in the round, and Ji Rao was the seventh.

Wu Zhaoyun thought about it and called Guo Shuoshuo.

"Oh, Master Wu, do you remember the little one? I thought you were playing crazy in G country, people are gone, and I'm going to hire a helicopter to hang your wreckage in the South Pacific. "

"Come on, you can afford a helicopter?" Wu Zhaoyun went to the balcony, "you go to help me contact the organizer of Xiao Er Bang competition, I want to see the score of their judges."