Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 735 - 456 Isaac - Final Score!_2

Faced with a monster like Isaac, Lin Tian had no choice; the only thing he could do was trust Gan Yanyu!

"But Lin Tian... don't you find it strange?"

Suddenly,

Gan Yanyu, who had been staring intently at the big screen, tilted her head and raised a question,

"How can a person, made of flesh and blood and not a machine, completely cast aside all emotions to play like that?"

Gan Yanyu looked at Lin Tian,

"I think that's impossible!"

"But he certainly did it!" Lin Tian spread his hands helplessly.

Yeah, Lin Tian also wanted to complain.

A human-like machine, how could it truly exist in this real world, how can someone be perfect to this extent?

However, the performance before them was so real and appeared right in front of them.

No matter how unwilling to admit it, it's also a fact.

Surely Isaac, that brat, didn't bind a system like himself, did he?

Lin Tian couldn't help but ridicule in his mind.

...

—— Are you stunned, Miss Gan Yanyu?

At this moment,

Isaac was still drawing the bow.

Everything about him was as precise as when he first began playing, whether it was his posture, the state, or what was going through his mind, his hands could still follow the rules to perform; everything was just right.

The sound of the cello itself was warm and resonant.

And under Isaac's extremely controlled style of playing, it sounded exceptionally clear, clean, and even somewhat "cold."

"...."

Such soothing music reverberated in the Golden Hall.

Gradually, Isaac's mood also slowed down from the initial aggressiveness.

——Look clearly.

This is what can truly be called a "masterpiece" of art!

Art is calculation; it's a precise engineering in the service of "progress."

And not... it's not necessary to drive with such dangerous performance!

Doing it this way is absolutely meaningless, do you really think what you're doing is worthwhile...

Suddenly,

At this point, Isaac's pupils trembled slightly.

His father's face flashed for an instant in his mind.

Following the notes when Isaac played into the second climax of "Blinding Lights."

It was like a DNA reaction engraved in his blood.

The man's fingers holding the bow tightened subtly, and his gaze seemed to pass over a fleeting, indescribable ripple.

.....

This subtle change was instantly captured by Gan Yanyu.

"Changed?"

"What changed?"

"The music style."

"Ah? Did it?"

Lin Tian was a bit confused, not understanding what Gan Yanyu was talking about.

"Very little."

Gan Yanyu said,

"But I heard it."

At the same time,

On the judges' panel, Steven's expression also slightly moved, and a barely noticeable regret flashed in his eyes.

On the stage,

After that fleeting moment of tightening, Isaac's performance quickly returned to normal, still that flawless, impeccable performance.

Yet at this moment, Gan Yanyu's expression became somewhat relaxed.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing Gan Yanyu's expression, Lin Tian found it somewhat amusing.

She looked as if she had suddenly "seen the enemy's weakness."

"Nothing....."

Gan Yanyu shook her head and said,

"I just suddenly realized... he is just an ordinary person after all...."

"....."

Lin Tian stared blankly at Gan Yanyu.

"Is this marking the weak one?"

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, it's okay, I trust you."

Lin Tian patted Gan Yanyu on the shoulder, revealing a relieved expression as well.

At this moment, the look in the young girl's eyes, he couldn't be clearer.

It was confidence, the gaze of someone who believed they could achieve anything.

It was the aura that Gan Yanyu had been exuding ever since she entered Vienna.....

...

The last note ended cleanly, like a circuit cut.

Isaac placed the bow down and his hands calmly on his knees.

The performance had ended.

Among all the people, whether they were stunned or filled with fiery admiration.

Isaac stood up and nodded slightly to the audience, his movements as standard as an etiquette textbook.

Even in expressing thanks.

Isaac executed it as if he had rehearsed it in his mind thousands of times. And each of those thousands of rehearsals was as precise as this.

With Isaac's bow.

What was also taken away was the spirit of numerous cellists in the audience.

"(Unbelievable control.....)"

Connor sighed,

"(I fear I can never achieve such precise performance.....)"

"(To lose to such an opponent, I accept it wholeheartedly.)" Perez's tone bore no indignation at all.

The performance just now was no longer viewed from a competitor's perspective but as a learning experience, an observation.....

Like Perez, who almost watched the entire performance with a stream of expletives.

Isaac's performance was like a premeditated nuclear explosion; the entire Keller Cup seemed to be a setup for his performance.

At the same time, he taught everyone a lesson——

How should pop music be performed?

In Isaac's bow.

The room was filled with enduring applause.

Many judges smiled genuinely and clapped along.

However, Steven, just like in any prior performance, remained silent and expressionless. After the other judges applauded, he also gave symbolic claps.

"(What a pretender... Teacher Steven.)"

"(It seems Teacher Steven is simply not inclined to smile; Isaac's performance was so beautiful, he couldn't possibly be unmoved!)"

"(It's understandable, after all, at over eighty years old, such a formidable old master holding fort in a competition full of young people, it's normal to have some airs!)"

The audience whispered among themselves, especially after seeing Steven's expression on the big screen, this feeling deepened.

At the same time, people's curiosity and speculation about Teacher Steven increased.

——A performance about to win this competition's championship, and yet you show no reaction?

Exactly what kind of performance would move you?

A true master is indeed a mystery!

.....

Anyway, these matters outside the performance were all mere side notes.

Isaac took one last look at the Golden Hall, surveying this magnificent place that had once hosted countless great musicians.

Winning this championship.

He had now collected all four of the highest honors in cello.

At this point....

Father, I can finally prove that I was right, can't I?

.....

"(Isaac Meck's final score——)"

The host's voice resonated over the broadcast,

"(Will be revealed after the finals!)"

Upon hearing this,

The entire audience, and the multitude of cellists backstage, were all in an uproar.

"(Hidden... it's hidden....)"

Connor's pupils dilated as he murmured.

"(The first competitor with a hidden score has appeared!)"

At this moment, Brian leaned back in his chair, showing a displeased expression.

Meanwhile, a group of cellists next to him was eagerly discussing.

"(The previously highest score was Brian's 97.84, a score that had been publicized... which means that Isaac's score is even higher! Very likely surpassing 98!!) "

"(My gosh! A score of 98 in the finals, that's terrifying!)"

"(Ah! This time the Keller Cup's overall champion is indeed going to be claimed by Teacher Isaac!)"

"(Oh! No suspense at all, but I accept it! Competing on the same stage with a cellist like Teacher Isaac makes this trip worthwhile!)"

The lounge had become lively.

In everyone's eyes, the result was almost settled, with no room for suspense.

The remaining contestants were just there to fill the remaining time.

So now, the lounge already had an air of dispersal.

However...

Connor took a deep breath and looked into one corner of the lounge.

Although the result was already destined.

But their performances, no matter what, he also wanted to witness them in person.

"(Next contestant, Gan Yanyu!)"