The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Jiang Yi was a little strange, "I'm still studying now, I can also play piano, or I will teach you?"

Jun Ci looked at him clean and indifferent.

Jiang Yi felt as if he was being questioned, and he straightened his chest a little unconvincingly: "Look at what, I'm not a world-class piano, I'm also a tenth piano, and I won the first place in the national competition. Can you teach you? "

As the young master of the aristocratic family, although he looks dull, he still has to learn many basic skills.

The piano is a kind of talent that pretends to be a must for the upper class, and Jiang Yi certainly does.

"sure."

Why is it that someone is not willing to teach himself for free?

With that, the two moved into the study.

It's a study room, but now it's a piano room. Except for the piano that is the most conspicuous, the other bookshelves seem to be deliberately counted.

Only the central piano is the most conspicuous in the huge room.

Seeing Jiang Yi and Junci entering the piano room, the Gouzi Piano didn't even eat the big bones, and jumped over, and followed the two of them in.

In the past few days, Junci has been practicing again. For the piano, she is only practicing the basic skills. As soon as Jiang Yi came in, she began to give her a higher level of scientific knowledge about piano: "Your piano is good, but it is also a basic model. The best piano in the world is probably made in Lafice, England, but Rafice's piano also has great requirements for the piano room. Basically, it is a world-class stage to play the sound quality value of this piano..."

Before I finished speaking, Junci was unwilling to listen: "My goal is not too ambitious yet."

Long-winded.

Jiang Yi: "..."

He didn't say anymore: "Okay, then have you learned that level now?"

Jun Ci sat down and pressed the piano keys indiscriminately: "It's okay, I know the keys."

Jiang Yi: "..."

The arrogant young master is also very patient now. After listening to Jun Ci, he sat next to Jun Ci. Because the distance was too close, Jun Ci’s breath from his side contained the breath of Jiang Yi. Although it smells good, Jun Ci feels that the whole body is not strong.

She is not used to being so close to herself.

Mainly from a natural sense of urgency.

And Jiang Yi didn’t feel like her. He didn’t know what she said about acting: “You’re just starting to learn now. Time is too tight. Let me teach you a few more difficult pieces first. After the talks, I will learn. It's much easier..."

When he said this, his eyes also looked at the keys, and the tips of his fingers were on the keys.

His fingers are slender and have well-defined joints. When he is talking, his fingers jump flexibly and gracefully on the keyboard.

The soothing and stable music pouring out from the note keys, which is different from the recent songs played by Junci, and it feels extremely relaxing.

The tight body seemed to relax under this kind of music.

Under the dim and soft light, the boy playing the piano was handsome and flawless, and his body seemed to be shrouded in a hazy holy light, making him look very close to the prince in a fairy tale.

For Yan Gou, this is a scene of the prosperous beauty of the world, and it did not attract too much attention from Junci.

Because she was a little sleepy.

When her eyelids began to be half-squinted, the music stopped, and there was a very proud voice beside her: "Are you sleepy? I played the lullaby!"

Junci: "..."