The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

Kaylee walked through the corridor of her campus while heading to the class while looking for someone.

Who was Kaylee looking for? If not... Jacob?

For some reason, not seeing the young man's face made her sigh in disappointment. Kaylee decided to walk towards her classroom and shrieked when someone grabbed her neck from behind, almost strangle her neck!?

"Hey, Nick. You disloyal friend. How dare you not pick up my phone and hang up on me!"

Kaylee sighed with relief, hearing Jacob's voice behind her, but really… can't this young man be a little polite towards her?

Hu hu hu, this is what it was like to be disguised as a teenage boy.

Jacob's treatment of her when she was Nick and Roe was very different.

[Author: Of course. Which normal man would strangle his beloved girl's neck?]

"Hahaha... when do I hang up on you?"

"Are you pretending to have amnesia? Obviously, I asked your sister to call you in Jersey, and you immediately hung up on your sister's video call."

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Ha?? How come Kaylee never heard of this?

Well, she knew Jacob kept trying to reach her via miscall recordings from her phone. And there was one more number she didn't know who was also trying to get her.

But at that time, Kaylee was focused on being a jury and preparing for a solo performance, so there was no time to return their calls.

"Hahaha… I'm sorry. I have to take care of my grandmother." Kaylee managed to break free from Jacob's death strangle with great difficulty and tried to calm her heart which had not stopped pounding.

Now that she realized she has a crush on Jacob, Kaylee became more aware of the young man's existence. And the man's boundless closeness made her unable to get rid of Jacob's pleasant and refreshing aroma.

Now she understood why Jacob liked to sniff her and said that she had a pleasant scent. Kaylee also loved the young man's scent, and her smile was carefree, giving a heartwarming feeling.

"Hey, Nick. Have you known Roe for a long time?"

"... I guess so."

"Can I have her contact number?"

"…" Kaylee wanted to answer that she could and was excited to talk to Jacob as herself. But… "Alright. I will tell you later after I ask for her permission."

"Yes, yes. Do that." Jacob nodded in agreement.

Fortunately, Kaylee does have two numbers. One belongs to Kaylee, where her family and school friends contact her as Kaylee, while the other belongs to Roe, in which the orchestra group and clients asking for Roe's services get her.

When her college friends asked for her phone number, Kaylee gave her the number 'Kaylee' because they didn't know the real Nick. Hence, it didn't matter if she gave her number because she didn't want to buy a new number anymore.

However, which number should she gave to Jacob? The man already knew her 'Kaylee' number, so she should give the 'Roe' number. Still, she did not know if giving Jacob Roe's number was a good idea. But she also really wanted to act like a girl when talking with that young man. What should she do?

Perhaps… she should buy a new number?

"Nick, Mr. Black is looking for you." Adam walked over to Jacob and Kaylee, telling Kaylee that one of the piano's professors was looking for her. "He said you should come to his office today as soon as you have free time. He said he wanted to talk to you about something urgent."

Kaylee swallowed nervously at this. She had felt quite relieved when she hadn't heard the man's summon for a few days, but this time Declan called her and told her to spare some time?

What important issue did the man want to talk to her about?

"Why am I having such bad luck?" murmured Kaylee without realizing that her two friends heard it.

"Why do you think you have bad luck? I think you are fortunate to have Mr. Black's favor."

"It is true. If I were to major in piano, I would find a way to get his favor." Jacob continued agreeing to Adam's words.

"…" Ugh! Should they remind her of the rumors? Besides, don't they mind being taken advantage to a gay? "Forget it."

In the end, Kaylee decided to meet Declan Black after her first class was over. After all, she had two hours free before attending the next class.

But… when Kaylee arrived at that man's office, why was Declan Black not even there??

Kaylee sighed in resignation and glanced around the office.

Furniture, tables and chairs, and other items were dominated by black and gray. There was absolutely no bright color in this place apart from the walls painted white.

Kaylee walked over to the black grand piano next to Declan's desk and glanced at a bunch of musical papers on the piano stand.

Feeling bored waiting for Declan without doing anything, Kaylee tried to play the song on the paper while standing up. She played the music slowly as if she wanted to savor every moment the melody resounding.

How strange… why does she feel familiar with this melody pattern?

Suddenly the door to the room opened, making Kaylee pull her hand back and stand upright facing the overbearing Mister Declan Black.

"You come?"

"Aren't you the one who called me, sir?"

"I did. But I didn't expect you to come right away after avoiding my calls for a few times."

Kaylee cleared her throat as though he was blaming her indirectly.

"What urgent matter do you want to discuss, Mr. Black?"

"I heard that your progress on guitar is not satisfactory," replied Declan indifferently as he walked towards his desk. "Instead, I got a request from Mr. Harvey to transfer you to his class."

Mr. Harvey? No-no-no. There is no way she would transfer to that professor's class. Mr. Harvey was her mentor and tutor when she was in high school. She managed to avoid the man on this campus and didn't choose his class. But now, her former mentor is asking Declan directly to persuade her to change majors?

"Sorry, Mr. Black. But I have to refuse the request. As you know, I'm not very good at playing the guitar. That's why I chose this class to hone my skills."

"Are you trying to tell me that you are so good at playing the piano that you don't want to deepen your skills?"

"I didn't say that. But I think I'm quite satisfied with my current piano playing skills."

"Prove it."

"What?"

"Play a song that no one has heard before."

Piaxcusme?

*piano+excusme= piaxcusme