Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist
Chapter 222 - 185 Christine Nanali, No Choice (Extra) (Request for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 222: Chapter 185 Christine Nanali, No Choice (Extra) (Request for Monthly Votes)

"From Greta Kleden Nannali to Christine Nanali, it should be the eighth generation."

Just at this moment,

During the competition, until now, Tuoba Jianhui who had not spoken, finally spoke.

He lifted his authoritative gaze and looked towards Christine on stage,

"If we start counting from the founding cellist Elias Reyes Nannali of the Nannali family, Christine is the 14th generation, truly one of the UK’s most historic cello lineages..."

"Wait a minute..."

Yao Han, by the side, clutched his head as if he had just realized some explosive news,

"So, Christine Nanali, is the direct descendant of that famous cellist Greta Kleden Nannali?!"

"Yes." Tuoba Jianhui nodded.

"This...this is freaking amazing!"

Yao Han said in disbelief.

Greta Kleden Nannali.

August 22, 1801, to March 25, 1864.

One of the greatest cellists and musicians in British history, she composed numerous renowned concertos and symphonies and had a profound influence on the music of various European countries.

A person worthy of being in cello textbooks.

Throughout the history of the Nannali family, almost every generation had a cellist, and among them were seven hall of fame musicians, including Greta.

Thus, the Nannali family is also known as one of the greatest cello lineages in England.

To think.

This Christine Nanali standing before us is indeed a descendant of that Nannali family.

When Yao Han first saw this contestant’s name on the list, he honestly didn’t initially think in this direction.

"Then this Miss Nanali’s performance is really something to look forward to..."

"Maybe not."

He Shumo, standing aside, mercilessly interrupted,

"Her aura is already in disarray."

...

At this moment, in the resting room.

Lin Tian also noticed the subtle change in Nanali’s micro-expressions.

She seemed very calm, walked onto the stage calmly, and sat calmly on the chair.

But, this kind of "calm," for Nanali, was actually abnormal.

She wasn’t like this at all.

Her inherent pride should make her more confident in such situations...

Was she really hit that hard?

Let alone Gan Yanyu, how could you possibly beat that anime king in such a state?

Lin Tian sighed.

Mentality, after all, is a compulsory lesson for cellists.

...

...

[Christine, pardon my directness, but the importance of the cello to the Nanali family needs no reiteration, right?]

...

Nanali took several deep breaths.

Gazing at the countless eyes in the audience, at 19 years old, she felt a bit surreal.

She tried to stabilize her emotions and set up her cello.

[Christine, you are a true musical genius... do you know who was the last person to play the cello like this at age 12?!]

...

When she took out her bow, memories of Yun Qiuxiu’s performance earlier floated into Nanali’s mind.

That pure, passionate love for anime and music, combined to create a stunning emotional influence in the performance, much like Gan Yanyu and Lin Tian... made her truly envious.

[Stop drawing! What’s the use of drawing those skirts every day?! Christine, you’re still young, it’s normal to be rebellious, there have been many cases like this in our family history, but they all became great cellists eventually!]

Love... is it useless?

Nanali was startled.

For some reason, just at this moment, her mother’s words echoed over and over in her ears.

...

Yes.

Just like many cliché stories about a young heir of a wealthy family who doesn’t want to take over the family business, Nanali harbored a deep-rooted desire not to inherit the family legacy.

But, it was different.

She wasn’t always like this.

As a child, Nanali didn’t resist music, and she would always be proud of her illustrious family heritage.

Children’s vanity is always strong.

In the academy, classmates often pointed at her, shouting excitedly:

"It’s her! The Nanali from Greta Kleden Nannali!"

Even the teachers would avidly discuss in private.

As if they were teaching a future great cellist.

At such times, Nanali felt immensely satisfied.

Kids are like that.

But as she grew older.

Nanali gradually felt the weight of her family name.

The price for satisfying vanity was —

Day after day of practice.

Countless children’s music competitions.

Awkward social events with young elites of the music world.

All of this, made Nanali feel exhausted.

What truly broke her down, was the day her hobby was torn to shreds.

At the age of 12, Nanali accidentally fell in love with Lolita.

In her eyes, this was the best, most adorable clothing style; she bought many Lolita outfits, gothic to retro, classical, she stuffed her wardrobe full, and wherever she went, wore her little dresses.

But soon, Nanali was not satisfied just with this.

She began to learn to draw.

She created her own Lolita designs, dreaming of attending the art academy in Vienna to study fashion design and eventually open her own Lolita store...

Until one day, in front of her, her mother tore all her drawings to shreds.

And told her:

"These are meaningless."

"....."

Nannali didn’t understand.

If not doing what she likes... then what else in this world has meaning?

She began to hate the cello, to hate music.

But she had no choice, she still had to learn, so she became lazy, skipped classes, yet still performed much better than most.

Her mother was right.

She was indeed a true genius.

Even though she didn’t like the cello at all...

During an unintended eavesdropping on a conversation between her mother and father.

Nannali found out.

Her grandfather, Freddy Vasquez Nannali, almost became the world’s best cellist.

The reason for "almost."

Is because, many years ago, at a cello competition, he met a cellist named Gan Hua from Zhonghua.

This person, like the nemesis destined by fate.

He and grandpa met at various international competitions, and every time, they just happened to be in the same group.

Every single time, grandpa was just a bit inferior!

He never won once!

By the time of the crucial Ker Cup.

In the semi-finals, Freddy Vasquez Nannali was once again defeated by Gan Hua!

Grandpa was completely devastated.

He began to isolate himself, frantically studying and training, just to defeat this "nemesis" someday, he couldn’t believe that he could beat everyone else but not this person.

But when he emerged after three years of painstaking research, fully confident and ready to enter the competition to avenge his past,

He found out that the cellist named Gan Hua had already retired...

Now working in a coffee shop studying mixed coffee.

Ever since then.

Grandpa never touched the cello again.

His life seemed to have lost its purpose.

Until the day he died, he was still mentioning the name of that legendary cellist from Zhonghua...

This incident had a tremendous impact on Nannali’s family.

It was the pain of three generations in Nannali’s family.

Now, seeing Christine possessing such astonishing talent, resembling the legendary cellist from 100 years ago...

It seemed like an opportunity had come!

Everyone wanted to see Christine become a world-class cellist, fulfilling her grandpa Freddy Vasquez Nannali’s long-held wish...

And fate is so ironic.

Nannali’s mother found out that the granddaughter personally trained by that Zhonghua cellist from the past had also become a superb cellist.

And was making a name for herself in Zhonghua.

This was thrilling news.

Nannali’s mother became more urgent and impatient than ever, she swore to nurture Christine’s talents, to cleanse the past shame of her grandfather in this generation...

For this, her mother did not hesitate to tear up Nannali’s drawings, locking her away tightly, trying to completely suppress her ideas.

...

Hearing this.

Nannali could no longer hold back, and pushed open the door.

Facing her parents’ astonished looks, she spoke seriously, word by word:

"If I defeat that cellist named ’Gan Yanyu’, can I choose for myself?"

Just as her mother was about to speak, her father stopped her,

And said to Nannali:

"Yes."

"Just as long as you can win, whether you want to paint or open your own fashion store, even if you never touch the cello again, we will support you!"

"OK!"

Nannali said.

...

From that moment on.

Nannali’s race truly began.

For her passion.

She must work harder, and practice even harder!

Participating in competitions, from children’s groups, to teen groups, to professional groups, winning various awards.

Using her talent, she became the youngest professional contestant at the age of 18.

And when she learned that Gan Yanyu had come to Manchester.

Nannali didn’t hesitate at all, picked up her cello, and set off.

The wheels of fate... began to turn at this moment.

...

To get away from the cello, thus she learned the cello zealously.

Such irony, isn’t it?

Nannali looked down at the stage beneath her feet, laughing at herself sarcastically.

But there’s no choice.

She really envied those cellists like Lin Tian, Gan Yanyu, Yun Qiuxiu, who truly loved music, enjoyed playing, and fought for it.

She, only ever treated music and the cello as tools.

Because, she is Christine Nannali.

Nannali lifted her bow, her gaze gradually becoming resolute.

Gan Yanyu, I must beat you.

This is, for your passion, as well as mine—passion!!