Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist
Chapter 219 - 183: Semifinals Begin! (Three Updates) (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Chapter 219: Chapter 183: Semifinals Begin! (Three Updates) (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Watching Nannali push open the glass door and leave, Lin Tian felt puzzled.

What was she talking about??

Only those who win the competition are qualified to continue chasing their musical dreams—is that what she meant?

For any pianist with their sights set on world champion, losing a competition means being out of the running for the Dragon Violin Cup and Ker Cup for a whole two years.

It’s truly not an exaggeration to call it a "battle of life and death."

Two years is enough to change many people and things; by then, who knows what the situation will be like.

Regardless of the reason,

one realizes after watching enough competitive matches.

Some people really can’t afford to wait those two years.

Lin Tian turned around and looked at Gan Yanyu.

The girl was staring in the direction Nannali had left, slightly stunned.

"Mr. Gan."

"Ah?"

"Stop daydreaming; we still have to practice our piece!"

...

After another two hours of ensemble practice.

It was already past eleven o’clock at night.

Although both had reached the proficiency to recite the score of "Ode to Love" backwards,

they still hadn’t achieved the effect they wanted.

It was so close.

Still a bit off!

If it’s only this much, the semi-finals are doubtful!

"Lin Tian, let’s switch to a different piece."

Gan Yanyu suddenly said.

"Huh?"

Lin Tian hadn’t expected Gan Yanyu to suggest this.

She didn’t seem like someone who would give up midway on a performance.

"Lin Tian, you already play very well; I’m the one lagging behind...Maybe now is just not the right time."

Gan Yanyu stood up and moved next to the piano,

"One day, we will be able to perform it well, but not now...Time waits for no one, so let’s bring to the stage the pieces we can perform well for now..."

The girl’s tone was calm yet earnest.

Clearly, it was a conclusion reached after careful contemplation.

Lin Tian’s heart, however, was somewhat struggling.

If not taking advantage of this time to give it all, will there ever be such a good opportunity again?

Indeed, a piece that suits oneself so well; if able to bring it out, it would surely win the semi-finals. Now, to abandon it halfway?

Lin Tian pondered for a moment, then lifted his head and asked:

"The competition starts the day after tomorrow; is it okay to propose changing our piece now?"

...

...

January 3, Qingzhou City.

Qingtian Music Hall.

The lights were dazzling, and the hall buzzed with lively discussions.

The audience seats were fully occupied, and the host was passionately delivering the opening speech on stage.

The atmosphere was fervent.

"In Group A, Bai Xi should have swept it..."

The jury panel of 12 members was all seated.

Yao Han looked at the list in his hand and said somewhat mockingly,

"Absolutely no suspense!"

"Whereas Group B, the group of death; Yun Qiuxiu, the monster emerging from Yongzhou City; Kristin, the UK’s cello rising star; Mao Junfeng, a dark horse who stood out in the preliminaries, and Gan Yanyu..."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Yao Han exclaimed, "Plenty of highlights."

"Now at this point, you’re still favoring Gan Yanyu?"

—Next to him, He Shumo picked up his teacup, softly sipped his goji tea, and said lightly,

"With her kind of performance, she’s destined not to go too far."

"I say—"

Yao Han wrapped his arm around He Shumo’s shoulder, revealing a cunning smile,

"You kid, did you give Gan Yanyu an ’A+’ in the preliminaries?"

"Just stating the facts, it doesn’t affect my judgment of her," He Shumo replied calmly.

"Could it be that you gave her an ’A+’ because she’s pretty? That performance must have been quite appealing to you, huh? It indeed seems like something you would do..."

Yao Han elbowed He Shumo slightly.

The latter brushed his arm off,

and said seriously:

"I know what you’re trying to say – you think that on the surface I agree with Mr. Tuoba, but deep down, I’m actually supporting Gan Yanyu, right?"

He Shumo picked up his cup again, took a sip, put it down, and said lightly,

"Rest assured, I am just like you, a staunch supporter of Mr. Tuoba."

"The local musicians behind the scenes call us the ’Beijing faction trio’, believing that we maintain absolute unity in scoring, which is expected. But even without such background, I have great respect for Mr. Tuoba. His comments on Gan Yanyu were spot on! Indeed, Gan Yanyu’s performance can achieve very good effects, but for the overall atmosphere of the performance world, I think it’s very bad..."

"Great! Truly worthy of being a scholar; I knew our Mr. He always has his own unique insights!"

Yao Han patted He Shumo’s shoulder, smiling as he spoke.

"In the preliminaries, I could still give her an A+ from the perspective of performance effect, but if Gan Yanyu still uses the same approach today, I will grade her ’E’," said He Shumo,

"However..."

He Shumo’s tone changed, stroking his chin, seemingly deep in thought,

"Her accompanist Lin Tian... I feel there’s something peculiar about him, I heard they’ve been partners for a long time... from the moment he dared to run to the office to berate Mr. Tuoba, I knew this kid was no ordinary person."

"Mr. Yao Han, he’s also a pianist, do you know this person?"

He Shumo turned his head to ask.

"Me? I don’t know him."

Yao Han let out a teasing laugh, "Just because I play the piano, does it mean I know all pianists?"

"That’s true."

...

...

Backstage, the green room.

Group A and Group B were put in two separate green rooms.

The previously crowded green room was now left with only four contestants along with some makeup artists and staff, suddenly becoming very quiet.

Lin Tian really wasn’t used to this.

At a glance.

In the green room, a man named Mao Junfeng was watching a competition video on his seat, Nannali was dressing up in front of a mirror... and Yun Qiuxiu, a dark person brimming with an otaku aura, continued to retreat to a corner away from everyone else, playing with her phone.

This guy... Can she really play the cello well?

Lin Tian always felt that this person might even struggle with daily life activities.

"....."

The drawing list came out.

Group B was up first.

First was Mao Junfeng.

Second was Yun Qiuxiu.

Third was Nannali.

Fourth was Gan Yanyu.

In fact, according to the pre-competition research Lin Tian did online,

their Group B is now jokingly referred to by netizens as the "group of death". Unlike Group A which predictably has Bai Xi sweeping through it, anyone could advance in Group B.

But Lin Tian didn’t see it that way.

He had also watched the competition videos carefully.

First, this Mao Junfeng, a dark horse who surged forward in the preliminaries with relatively little prior fame, advancing purely on a piece of chamber music.

In Lin Tian’s view, this kind, is a typical cannon fodder, negligible.

Nothing to fear.

For Gan Yanyu and himself, the real opponents would emerge from among Yun Qiuxiu and Nannali.

Although Lin Tian ridiculed Yun Qiuxiu’s dressing, considering artists are all mad... it’s hard to say.

Because of the sequence, after the two of them performed, it would be clear who the most challenging opponent was.

As the big screen announced the first contestant, Mao Junfeng’s entry,

it declared,

the Yingqin Cup semi-finals, officially begin—

Lin Tian’s eyes fixated intently on Tuoba Jianhui on the big screen.

He had waited a whole 12 days.

Yingqin Cup semi-finals...

The true battle for revenge, has arrived!

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