Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 689 - 434 "Turkish March" - You Are the Challengers!
"(Lin... Lin Tian?)"
Connor immediately took the list and looked at the name under the piano accompaniment column—
[Lin Tian (LinTian)]
"(This... it is indeed the same name...)"
Connor muttered incredulously, and Perez excitedly said at this time,
"(Could it be... the same person?)"
....
At this moment,
Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu had already stepped onto the stage of the Golden Hall, with the spotlight focused on them.
Looking at the young man on stage, the two cellists were a bit unsure.
So young, a pianist from Tian Chao...
Could he be the one rumored to have defeated Nishikawa Yuubei?
Despite their hearts racing, Connor forced himself to calm down.
"(Don’t rush, don’t jump to conclusions.)"
"(After all, as far as I know, ’Lin Tian’ is not an uncommon name in Tian Chao; having someone with the same name is not impossible.)"
"(Moreover, the pianist rumored to be him is very low-key and usually doesn’t appear in international competitions... Also, how could he possibly accompany someone with connections?!)"
Although Connor felt his reasoning was a bit forced, it still made some sense.
As for Nishikawa Yuubei, willing to become someone’s personal accompanist, it was because he and Isaac were close friends.
And most importantly, Isaac’s skills matched Nishikawa Yuubei’s talent.
So, what capabilities does this "Gan Yanyu" in front of them have?
A person who hasn’t even won a national championship, how could she get a composer like "Lin Tian" to accompany her?
So....
Before hearing them play, Connor and Perez agreed.
Don’t rush!
Watch them first, then decide.
However, the other cellists in the lounge, observing the big screen, had more of a gloating attitude at that moment.
"(One scored 98, another 97, the first place in Group AB is out already. If I were to go on stage now, I wouldn’t stand it.)"
"(Haha, didn’t Zorn previously expose that she’s a Tian Chao connection? Such a contestant advancing directly to the second round should pay the price!)"
"(So young, let’s just hope she doesn’t wet her pants on stage!)"
.....
While they were eagerly betting on whether the duo’s performance could reach the level of a European city-level cello competition, Brian returned.
As soon as Brian came back, the cellists in the lounge immediately turned their gaze to him, either anxious or probing.
Until Brian, who looked serious, lifted his head and saw Lin Tian on the big screen.
His furrowed brow suddenly relaxed,
He slapped his thigh, pointed at the screen, and laughed loudly:
"(Ha! I’d love to see how you mess up!!) "
Instantly, the surrounding was filled with joyful laughter.
"..."
From a distance, Connor was also covered in embarrassment:
This guy, he plays well, but his character is genuinely awful!
...
Lin Tian stood on the stage.
Under his feet, the delicate and soft texture of a Perisan carpet could be felt.
The stage lights were not pouring down from above, but seemed to grow from within the gilded colonnades— the entwined vine reliefs exuding liquid light, pooling into golden puddles in the folds of a musician’s bronze statue Lin Tian did not recognize.
Glancing at the audience, Lin Tian let out a gentle breath.
Refreshing—
Is this what standing at the pinnacle of music feels like?
Feels nice.
A year and more of effort and sweat was all for today, to stand on this stage with Gan Yanyu.
As long as they win everything here, he and Gan Yanyu will have no regrets.
So—
Perhaps the penultimate piece of his competitive career... begins!
Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu returned to their positions.
As they began to sound-check, preparing to start.
Suddenly,
At the back of the audience in the Golden Hall.
A group of audience members, holding cellos and dressed in suits, stood up from their seats.
They were calm and serious, gazing at the stage.
This commotion caught the attention of the surrounding audience and the jury seat.
Although each major competition’s rules explicitly restrict audience behavior that could influence contestants, there’s no rule against standing up before the music begins.
So, suddenly, those nearby were wide-eyed, unsure of what was happening.
Seeing this peculiar spectacle in the Golden Hall, the director immediately switched the camera to their faces.
Backstage, the cellists watching this scene quickly recognized them.
These dozens of standing contestants were the ones eliminated in the first round.
They came from different countries and had different skin colors.
This was also why, when the competition began, Connor was curious why there were so many contestants in the audience today.
"(What the hell is going on?)"
"(Huh? Is this some kind of demonstration?)"
"(Why specifically target these two.....)"
Among them, a few were cellists that had left a deep impression on Connor in the first round.
"(Joel Smith, Evans Hernandez, Anthony Burke... how are these people involved)"
"(What’s going on?)" Perez beside him couldn’t understand either.
The performance about to begin was disrupted by these dozens of people standing up, leaving everyone baffled and confused.
"(Something’s wrong....)"
At this moment, after repeatedly watching the faces in the audience, Connor suddenly realized something sharply,
