Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 710 - 444: On the Song Selection for the Final Match_2

"Even if he doesn't say anything, I'll tell you."

"Why?"

"Because... I don't want to have anything hidden from you anymore."

Gan Yanyu looked into Lin Tian's eyes and said word by word,

"I hope that, on the final stage, we can face it together without any burdens."

"...."

Lin Tian thought for a long time.

He suddenly recalled the conversation in the car.

——I want to understand you better.

Lin Tian, too, wants to know Gan Yanyu more deeply.

But,

Mr. Gan always gives people a feeling of being forever elusive.....

Whether in the past or now.

Lin Tian always feels that he has never truly understood all of Gan Yanyu.

Only now did he just learn about Gan Yanyu's heart condition.

Stupid little Gan.

Saying "face it calmly"...

You know, even if you told me about this, I can't be sure if there are other things you're hiding from me.

Such words,

Let's save this for the wedding night to discuss!

"....."

Lin Tian reached out and placed his hand on Gan Yanyu's head.

At this moment, Rabbit crouched in the cage, widened his eyes, quietly watching the two.

"Gan Yanyu, tell me seriously one more time."

Lin Tian said,

"Can you guarantee that your condition is safe and there won't be any surprises?"

"I guarantee!!"

Little Gan, as if receiving a commanding order, immediately adjusted his expression seriously,

"I guarantee I'm fine, and it absolutely won't affect our finals!"

Gan Yanyu said, while making a "salute" gesture.

After speaking,

The girl's tightened face quickly relaxed, looking somewhat resentful at Lin Tian,

"I've already said don't worry... If there really were something wrong, I wouldn't have confessed it to you."

"True."

Lin Tian smiled.

Overall, this time Mr. Gan's performance was still good.

At least he was honest with Lin Tian straight away.

Didn't wait until something unexpected happened to tell Lin Tian. Otherwise, Lin Tian couldn't imagine how frantic he would be.

"So.... what kind of heart condition is it?"

Understanding the condition, Lin Tian needs to know, just in case, one in ten thousand... how to help if something happens, right?

After speaking, Lin Tian leaned down, placing his ear against Gan Yanyu's chest.

The girl didn't resist, only slightly panicked, opening her arms to allow Lin Tian to come close.

Thump—

Thump—

The sound of vibrations.

This is the sound of Gan Yanyu's heartbeat.

Gently vibrating next to Lin Tian's ear.

.....

"Doesn't it sound normal?"

Lin Tian lifted his head, looking at Gan Yanyu.

From this angle upwards, the girl's face was blocked by two towering mountains.

"You're not a doctor, how can you tell?"

Gan Yanyu puffed her cheeks, poked Lin Tian's face with her finger, feeling the warm breath from the boy's cheek.

Thump thump——!

"It's speeding up!" Lin Tian exclaimed again as he pressed against the chest, "Is it acting up?! Do you need to take medicine now?!"

"No need."

Gan Yanyu said, gently lifting Lin Tian's chin, bringing his body up, then reaching out to hold Lin Tian's hand, guiding him, fingers interlocked.

Eyes locked.

"Look..."

Gan Yanyu smiled sweetly,

"Isn't it better now?"

Lin Tian stared blankly at Gan Yanyu.

Thump thump thump thump——!!

Oh no!

Lin Tian held his chest.

Now it's his heart that's not okay!!

"Are you alright?"

Seeing Lin Tian's action, Gan Yanyu quickly released his finger and supported Lin Tian.

"It's okay...I'm just slowing down." Lin Tian raised his hand to block Gan Yanyu and took a deep breath. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"....."

The two shared a playful interaction.

In an instant, most of the serious atmosphere brought by the heavy topic earlier dissipated.

"Let's practice, Little Gan."

After adjusting, Lin Tian sat upright.

"Mm."

Gan Yanyu nodded.

Finally, Gan Yanyu leaned over again, looked at Rabbit in the cage, and muttered to himself:

"Take care, 'Rabbit'..."

.....

The setting moved to Lin Tian's apartment.

Gan Yanyu went to take a shower first, while Lin Tian took his place at the piano.

Before long, Gan Yanyu, dressed in pajamas, brought over Rabbit's cage.....

"Are you serious?" Lin Tian asked.

"Since I've raised it, I can't just leave it behind, can I?"

"As long as it doesn't kick poop outside the cage, everything is negotiable," Lin Tian, well-versed in rabbit habits, cautioned.

Rabbits, as pets, are quite in-between.

Smaller ones, like hamsters and turtles, require little care for poop and pee; their small size means a lighter odor and easy cleanup.

Larger ones, like cats and dogs, although their poop smells, are smarter animals; proper early training ensures they use designated toilet spots, avoiding big trouble.

Rabbits, however, perfectly inherit the shortcomings of both.

Not only is their poop smelly, but they're also not smart, needing constant attention. They especially love kicking poop out of the cage, with the mindset that if there can't be poop at home, then they'll make sure your house is covered with their poop, enough to drive any rabbit lover insane, leaving them with just thoughts of rabbit poop.

"It won't, it's very well-behaved."

Gan Yanyu gently petted Rabbit's head, turned around, and raised his voice to Lin Tian. It's as if he was signaling Lin Tian: Look, see how well-behaved it is!

Lin Tian had no interest in looking, but due to Gan Yanyu's fondness, he wasn't opposed to it either.

Once Gan Yanyu left the cage side, Rabbit soon started bustling around the cage again, curiously observing Lin Tian's room.

Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu no longer had the energy to deal with it, instead focusing their attention on the piano and cello.

"This time in the semi-finals, our classical music wasn't scored down, does this mean that when we play emotionally uplifting music, the judges generally aren't prejudiced against us?"

Gan Yanyu recalled today's competition and pondered seriously.

In fact, they always competed with the mindset of "We'll just play our own music, regardless of what the judges think."

But upon receiving the highest score, they were somewhat surprised.

After all, before the competition, He Zhichen had already prepared them, emphasizing that discrimination against classical music would only be more severe in world contests.

Unexpectedly, this iron rule had seemingly failed.

"I think the causes are manifold."

Lin Tian pondered and analyzed,

"Firstly, as you said, our choice was great. The aesthetics of the 'Turkish March' appeal to audiences of all ages, with hardly any auditory shortcomings. Secondly, our performance was exceptionally outstanding; forcibly reducing our score based on music choice wouldn't make sense."

"Lastly, and I believe most importantly...."

Lin Tian paused and said,

"Because it was the second stage."

Just like Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu advancing to the Dragon Violin Cup finals with second-place points.

Since it was the 'semi-finals,' even if the judges wanted to suppress classical music, they wouldn't be so blatant about it; the true importance and influence lay only in the championship.

Actually, as long as they don't allow them to continue to the final championship, no matter how it's scored, it's immaterial.

Even if they were given 100 points in the second stage, being targeted or not in the final championship is just a matter of a word from the judges.

However,

The article on Twitter was something the Music Association hadn't anticipated.

They might even regret giving Gan Yanyu such a high score in the second stage.

"Now that it's confirmed, once in the finals, they'll definitely target us."

Lin Tian said,

"Then, we actually don't need to worry about the selection issue anymore. Just like before, continuing to perform our music well is enough."

"Mm." Gan Yanyu agreed.

"Actually, while you were taking a shower earlier, I composed a few pieces and plan to try them with you one by one...."

"A few?"

Gan Yanyu emphasized the word "few" uncertainly.

Since it's "few."

It could be anywhere in the range of 2 to 9.

2 is "few," and so is 9.

It's the first time Gan Yanyu has heard Lin Tian use "few" to describe the pieces he composed.

"How many did you write?" Gan Yanyu asked.

"Anyway, let's start with two." Lin Tian said cautiously.

"Start?" Gan Yanyu added another keyword.

Soon, Lin Tian had already opened the notebook and placed it in front of Gan Yanyu.

On the paper were the names of two pieces—

"Fifth Concerto 'Emperor'"

"Sixth Symphony 'Pathétique'"

One was Beethoven's, the other was Tchaikovsky's.