Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Wu Zhaoyun choked and did not speak.

"Is it for me?" Ji Rao turns his head to see him, the emotion in the eye doubts of let a person distressed.

Wu Zhaoyun gave a "um".

"Since it's for me, why return it?"

"Ji Rao, don't..."

"Move it up." Ji Rao's tone even sounded a little light.

Ji Rao turned and sat back in the car, Wu Zhaoyun could only sigh, "find someone to move him up."

The guard said, "OK."

Wu Zhaoyun cleans up a room for Ji Rao and comes out, but he is still not at ease. Before going to bed, he opens his door a little. He can hear something about what Ji Rao does.

Wu Zhaoyun didn't fall asleep, so when he heard the piano, he suddenly opened his eyes. Wu Zhaoyun didn't wear any shoes. He just listened quietly for two seconds and got out of bed.

He quietly went to the study, the door is not closed, only a false cover, he pushed to see the scene in the door.

Ji Rao is sitting in front of the piano he just bought today in his cream white pajamas. He lowers his head and plays a tune Wu Zhaoyun doesn't know. However, he can see Ji Rao's hard work, and he can also hear an occasional staccato.

After listening more slowly, Wu Zhaoyun finds that Ji Rao has been playing the same melody over and over again. Sometimes Wu Zhaoyun can hear that there is something wrong with it, sometimes he can't, but Ji Rao can hear it himself. He plays it over and over again, and it's sure that it's wrong every time.

Ji Rao's jaw was tight and sweat oozed from his forehead.

He kept repeating a melody. I don't know how many times later, many Wu Zhaoyun couldn't watch it any more. He just wanted to go forward.

Suddenly Ji Rao smashed at the piano like she collapsed.

The piano makes a series of harsh and irregular sounds, which seems to be venting Ji Rao's anger and despair.

"Ji Rao..." Wu Zhaoyun strode in, he took the gasping man into his arms, "it doesn't matter, we don't practice, we don't practice."

"I can't play." Ji Rao shook his hands, "I can't play any more..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Don't play anymore. It's OK."

That day, Wu Zhaoyun held Ji Rao in his arms. It wasn't until dawn that Ji Rao fell asleep. He picked Ji Rao up and put him back in his bedroom, covered him with a quilt, and then went back to sleep again.

A week later, Wu Zhaoyun saw that Xiao Erbang's official website had put up a new ranking. He excitedly ran to Ji Rao and said, "you see, they are ranked again. You are the first."

Ji Rao smell speech just light of the head glanced one eye, and then continue to bow to pick his porridge.

Since Ji Rao couldn't play the piano that day, he became more and more reluctant to speak, and sat on the bed in silence every day.

Telling him that he can't play the piano is not the same as having him experiment and find out that he really can't.

Maybe at the beginning Ji Rao still held some extravagant hopes, but the reality is always more cruel.

Wu Zhaoyun thinks Ji Rao's state is not right. He went to see his doctor, who said that he had suffered huge psychological trauma and was already moderately depressed.

Wu Zhaoyun was dying of anxiety in his heart, but he didn't know what to do. He had to give Ji Rao the medicine first and take Ji Rao out for a walk every day.

He also told Ji Rao that he wanted to cure his face, but Ji Rao refused.

Ji Rao never cared about his face.