[✓](1)Bigshot Gets Loved By All After Transmigrating Into A Book

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A piece of paper fell from the chair to the floor and landed beside Jiang Yu’s feet.

She picked it up and looked at it. There was a five-line score drawn on the paper, but it stopped abruptly.

Jiang Xingyi explained, “This song was written out of a moment of inspiration, but I didn’t finish it. I seemed to have hit a block with that so I just left it there.”

Jiang Yu scanned through it and looked up at a piano in the room. She asked, “Can you play it?”

“Sure.”

It was rare for Jiang Yu to be interested, so Jiang Xingyi did not refuse.

Chapter 95: Casually Written Down

He sat down beside the piano and slowly placed his fingers on the keys. Then, he softly began to play.

The gentle music reverberated throughout the room. The man sitting at the piano was handsome and charming. The sunlight hit the side of his face and body. In the warm light, he was as beautiful as a painting.

Is this how all fairytale Prince Charmings are like?

The music stopped abruptly.

When Jiang Xingyi turned to Jiang Yu, she raised her head.

She put down the pen in her hand, placed the paper on the table, and commented, “It’s pretty good.”

“But I have no inspiration for the rest of the song, so I just left it and didn’t finish it.”

“You’ll finish it.”

Jiang Xingyi thought that Jiang Yu was encouraging him, “Of course, your brother is an original singer. I have to write several songs a year.”

Jiang Yu did not say anything else.

After lingering at Jiang Xingyi’s house for a while, Jiang Yu got up and left. Jiang Xingyi sent her out of the neighborhood and helped her hail a cab. He paid the fare and memorized the license plate number before letting it drive off.

When he returned home, he smiled at the thought of Jiang Yu’s cute attitude earlier and returned to his studio.

During his interaction with Jiang Yu just now, he had received some inspiration. He had to quickly write it down or he might forget it later.

As Jiang Xingyi tried out the notes, he also wrote down the tune. Time passed by in a blink of an eye.

He stood up and stretched. His gaze fell on a piece of paper on the table.

Thinking about back to Jiang Yu sitting at the table and writing on that piece of paper with a pen earlier, Jiang Xingyi was a little curious. He wanted to see what little sister had written.

He walked over and picked up the paper.

There was a string of numbers on the piece of paper next to his half finished score.

Jiang Xingyi didn’t pay too much attention to it. Perhaps his little sister had just casually written it down, or perhaps she was thinking of some math problem.

Even though, at the thought of his little sister thinking of some math problem while he was playing the piano, it spoiled his mood.

Even though it seemed a little impolite to write a rough draft on a musician’s score, if it had been anyone else, but his little sister was not just anyone else.