Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Although he no longer cares about Xiao Er Bang's ranking, he still wants to win the prize.

Only by taking it, can the original owner's life really reach the top. Even if he can no longer play the piano, his height is enough to make people look up to him.

His mission has actually been completed.

The next day, Wu Zhaoyun accompanied Ji Rao to G country.

The host is announcing the award, which has been postponed for nearly half a year before the award was re judged. The players have long lost their enthusiasm at that time, and the audience is about to forget their performance on the stage half a year ago.

The gold medal is worthy of Ji Rao.

He went to the stage to get the trophy, and the host asked him eagerly if he had any acceptance speech.

Ji Rao moved his lips, then said indifferently, "No."

Host Leng for a moment, it seems that there is a moment do not know how to answer the words, "the player is really humorous."

Ji Rao looked at the audience, so eager, he wanted to keep this scene firmly in mind, after all, this is the last time he stood on the podium.

The myth of Ji Rao is broken.

And the news is closed, those who look at him with optimistic and appreciative eyes don't even know that Ji Rao's hand can no longer play the piano.

Ji Rao is standing on the podium, and the host is still talking. Ji Rao doesn't even know how to get through it.

He is more and more irritable. The host who is smiling and speaking is standing beside him. Ji Rao looks at her, and a stream of malice suddenly gushes out of his heart.

After feeling what she thought, Ji Rao reacted suddenly, and then stepped back.

He glanced down the stage in fear, and then walked down the stage.

The audience didn't know what was going on, and the host was confused.

"Ji Rao..."

Wu Zhaoyun stands up from the seat and follows Ji Rao.

"Ji Rao..."

Wu Zhaoyun pulls Ji Rao, but Ji Rao puts a trophy in his arms.

"You..."

"Here you go." Ji Rao turns his head and smiles.

Wu Zhaoyun was stunned.

This is the first time for him to see Ji Rao smile in so many days. He can't help but laugh. He knows it must be a bit silly.

"Come on, go back."

Ji Rao won Xiao Er Bang's award, which is reported all over the country. This is the first time that Chinese people have won the first place in the Xiao Er Bang competition.

The Internet is full of praise.

Wu Zhao came in a cup of porridge and saw Ji Rao brushing his mobile phone on the bed. He only glanced at the familiar interface and thought Ji Rao was reading the comments on Weibo.

"Your fans more than doubled overnight."

Ji Rao turned off her cell phone.

He did not read his own comments, but Wu Zhaoyun's microblog.

Wu Zhaoyun seldom updated his microblog. After he decided to stop filming, he didn't even bother to visit his microblog. Ji Rao went to see it. It was full of curses.

Not a few people turn black.

After all, Wu Zhaoyun first scolded the reporter and then stopped acting for no reason. He also had a reason to say that he was unwell.

It's like a bad excuse for being late.

"You go and act."

Wu Zhaoyun sat by Ji Rao's bed and stirred the porridge. "No, I'll stay at home with you."

"You don't have to be with me. You like acting. Go ahead and don't waste your time here. "

Wu Zhaoyun sighed, "if you don't get better, how can I go to acting at ease?"

Ji Rao moved her lips, but she didn't say anything at last.