Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 693 - 436 "Face
"(The... second 98 points....)"
When Gan Yanyu’s score was announced over the broadcast, clearly reaching every audience member in the venue and every musician backstage.
Connor murmured, his heart already a tumultuous wave of excitement.
"(So strong!!)"
At this moment, the lounge burst into chaos.
"(Another 98 points!!)"
"(Although it’s a bit lower than Isaac’s, isn’t this their first time participating in the Keller Cup?!)" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"(Damn, isn’t the scoring for the second stage usually more reserved?!)"
"(Even in previous years, having more than two scores above 97 was rare, a 98 alone is enough to make a name in Vienna... and there are two this year!!)"
...
Such a despair-inducing score made every musician take a deep breath in their hearts.
Now it’s no longer a question of whether they can defeat them.
Because from the moment the "Turkish March" began to play, any possibility of defeating them had already completely shattered for the vast majority of musicians.
The problem now is far more serious than just whether progressing in this Keller Cup is possible.....
Buhau, my earthly heart!!
"....."
If the talent of the two previous competitors was enough to make any cellist feel despair.
One born in ’88, the other in ’95.
Then now, with Gan Yanyu and Lin Tian.....
2005!
Not 1905!
It’s damn 2005!!
Just realizing the ages of these two is enough to make any middle-aged person, who has dedicated decades of effort to the cello, faint.
Especially the black cellist Zorn from France.
Ever since Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu’s scores were announced, he had been clutching his head, in a crashed state.
The cellists nearby looked at him with peculiar eyes.
During the first stage, in the viewing room, the direct confrontation between Zorn and Gan Yanyu was witnessed by almost half of the direct passers.
It was also Zorn who revealed Gan Yanyu’s so-called "insider" status at that time.
Back then, most cellists followed Zorn in anger.
But now,
The way they looked at Zorn... carried a hint of pity.
"(Get lost!!)"
Zorn raised his head, glaring at those people. The others wisely averted their gaze.
Zorn held his head in agony!
He performed at the beginning of the competition, and his final score was 96.76 points.
Theoretically, this score, in this Keller Cup’s second stage, is already quite remarkable, nearing 97 points. It’s crucial to know that out of the more than twenty contestants who have performed, only three have reached 97 points.
But who would have thought that one after another, these monsters appeared, and at the very end, it was that "insider" who scored a 98 with just one bow...
Now, Zorn finally understood why some could skip the finals yet still participate in the Keller Cup.
He should have pondered more on this matter back then!
The more Zorn thought, the more annoyed he became.
Growing up, Zorn always believed that his black skin caused him to receive unfair treatment in competitions. After all, there aren’t many black musicians in the cello community.
Even if sometimes the treatment he received wasn’t unfair, he would subconsciously feel discriminated against.
So, he despised and loathed anyone he saw as a "privileged person."
Because he had been through the rain, he looked down on anyone who didn’t have to.
This mentality led him to outright attack someone he deemed as detestable as Gan Yanyu.
But... thinking back now.
Could it be that sometimes he’s just overly sensitive — due to his deep-seated inferiority complex?
Zorn fell into painful contemplation.
....
In the briefly heated lounge due to Gan Yanyu’s score.
Soon, as more cellists calmed down.
Looking at the current "Group B first" on the rankings, the Tian Chao flag displayed beside it, and the classical music with obvious traditional traces in the song title.
Many gradually started to reflect, their expressions complex, showing bitterness, with unspeakable emotions written on their faces.
Because they knew very well.
After today’s competition, earth-shattering changes will occur throughout Vienna.
All Western cellists will inevitably be caught up in it.
...
Gan Yanyu held Lin Tian’s hand, swiftly traversing the corridor.
"Slow down, slow down."
Lin Tian was a bit unable to keep up with Gan Yanyu’s pace, persuading from behind,
"Why run so fast?"
"We have to tell Grandpa right away!! And Mr. Wan, Mr. Tuoba... oh, and Mr. He Zhichen and Mr. Gao Zhenyang too!!"
Gan Yanyu was rushing hurriedly, still having the time to count people’s names on her fingers.
Lin Tian couldn’t help but chuckle, "How do you know they aren’t watching the live stream already? Maybe they already know."
"But what if not! I won’t be relieved until I tell them myself!"
Gan Yanyu turned her head, earnestly holding up her index finger.
"Alright~"
If it were someone else, Lin Tian would likely say something biting at this point.
But Gan just won a huge victory, and now seeing her makes Lin Tian feel like she’s looking at a baby who just scored first place in class, nothing but affection in her gaze.
The two of them resembled little schoolchildren returning home, hand in hand, skipping towards the lounge.
Anyone unaware, seeing them, wouldn’t imagine that these two kids just scored a phenomenal 98 at the Keller Cup, a duo of musicians.
