Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 737 - 457: Go, the final performance! - Part 2

"(What's wrong, Connor?)"

Perez hurriedly supported Connor. Just moments ago, he had been energetically explaining Isaac's performance, so how did he suddenly become like this?

"(It's nothing... I'm just a bit, exhausted.)"

Connor said softly, "(Don't you think all of this has become quite ridiculous?)"

"(Why?)"

"(In this glorious Golden Hall, it's absurd that all of us... know the committee is targeting one contestant, and we can't do anything about it.)"

"....."

Perez was stunned. He sat on his chair, unable to calm his mind.

"(You're right.)"

In fact,

this year's Keller Cup has already made many contestants feel uncomfortable and at a loss.

Because,

they had never seen such a "blatant" display of the committee's targeting of a contestant.

Throughout history, there had never been such a situation!

Because before this, such contestants would only have two possible outcomes.

Either, during the preliminaries, they would quietly be eliminated, unnoticed and unimportant.

Or, the contestant would change themselves, as everyone participating in the competition desires the highest honor and would compromise to fit into the large group.

But Gan Yanyu.

Not only was she not quietly eliminated, but with her hard skills, she made it to the finals and garnered widespread acclaim, with no one failing to praise her and her partner Lin Tian's talent.

Moreover, she had no intention of changing her genre, determined to stay on her musical path to the end.

This has led to everything becoming like this—

For the first time in decades, the committee's targeting of a contestant was brought to light, so blatant, so public.

Everyone could see it, everyone was talking about it.

How chilling is that!

Many musicians, looking at Gan Yanyu and Lin Tian on stage, felt like they were seeing themselves.

Their sense of morality clashed with reality.

This sense of exhaustion was being magnified constantly.

Connor is now one of those musicians tortured by such moral guilt.

Before becoming a "Keller Cup contestant," first and foremost, he was an idealistic and aspiring musician.

"(Why can't we give up on that obsessive pursuit... when clearly, a better future is possible.)"

Connor murmured.

Unless there are unexpected events, if everything follows the arranged path, Isaac will be the champion this time, and Brian the runner-up.

And Connor, with his third-place score, would receive the bronze prize. In this standout Keller Cup, his accomplishment would be enough to go down in history.

But....

He's just not resigned!

Watching helplessly as the sacred Golden Hall in his heart turns into this!!

Professor Gan Yanyu, Professor Lin Tian.

...Can a miracle still happen?

...

"Is there still a miracle? Is there still a miracle? Mr. Moonlight, Miss Cat!!"

After the broadcast resumed, Zhang Dong slumped into his chair, almost shouting weakly.

He rarely ever shouted the word "miracle," usually harboring it with hope in his heart.

Shouting it out now showed just how desperate he was!

The one-minute ban just now seemed to have drained the morale from the entire live stream.

The live stream no longer had the momentum it had at the beginning.

Even ordinary people with no insider knowledge or a strong musical sense could feel the atmosphere now was one of despair.

[That Isaac... is really serious! Damn, is he really that awesome!]

[Damn it!!! This order of appearance is deliberate, definitely deliberate!!]

[Check out that guy just now, I really think he's on something!]

[Wuwuwuwu... why do I feel like even if Mr. Moonlight and Miss Cat play "Ode to Love" again, they still wouldn't win?]

[Even in defeat, there is honor... even so, our Miss Cat is still the best!!]

[Damn those old geezers at the Music Association, I'll %^&*%@#]

The people in the live stream, who had been advising Zhang Dong that it wasn't hopeless,

were now swearing more profusely than even Zhang Dong himself.

.....

"Is it all over?"

He Shumo looked at the large screen, revealing a bitter smile,

"A perfect performance, textbook-level pop music... I've even thought of tomorrow's title in the Vienna tabloid—Isaac, saved the International Music Association! The King of Contemporary Pop Music, the grand champion witnessed the birth of a classical music god! He proved that the International Music Association's system is correct!!"

"Don't jump the gun," Yao Han said.

"With Teacher Steven sitting there, I really can't see how Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu playing classical music could have any chance of winning!"

He Shumo stood up, eyes wide,

"Unless, during their performance, they somehow take Steven out, make him drop dead at the judges' panel, unable to score."

"Who knows?"

"Ha! Then I might as well hope the Golden Hall's chandelier falls and crushes Steven!" He Shumo was visibly losing his mind.

"Be patient, Mr. He, be patient....."

Yao Han looked at the large screen and murmured,

"Gan Yanyu... is not someone who can be defeated."

...

...

Lin Tian stood up from his chair.

He moved his stiff neck and stretched his arms wide.

Then, after taking a deep breath, he extended his hand to Gan Yanyu and smiled,

"Shall we go?"

"Now?"

"The broadcast is calling us."

"True."

"Are you really clear-headed, Little Gan?"

"I'm clear-headed, Mr. Lin."

Gan Yanyu puffed her cheeks, took a deep breath, and looked at Lin Tian,

"Is this our last performance?"

"What last performance? You mean this year's last performance, right?"

Lin Tian was unhappy with Gan Yanyu's ominous pre-performance words, as if after this performance they were done for.

But thinking of Gan Yanyu's consistently pessimistic attitude towards life... hoping for this girl to say anything cheerful was perhaps too much to ask.

Sigh.

At this thought, Lin Tian sighed softly in his heart again.

Honestly, he didn't know when Gan Yanyu would become a normal girl, with whom he could share a normal future.

But, that might be a luxury as well.

If Gan Yanyu were a normal girl, Lin Tian wouldn't have shared so many stories with her.

Lin Tian thought himself quite optimistic.

The future is long.

He and Gan Yanyu still have many stories to write.

Even if things can't be changed now, maybe one day, even just after this performance concludes.

He and Gan Yanyu can become who they want to be?

"...."

"If you mean this year's last performance, then yes, it might indeed be this year's last one."

Lin Tian stroked his chin, pretending to think seriously, then continued the topic from earlier,

"After all, shouldn't we take a good half-year honeymoon once we're married?"

This was also brainwashing Gan Yanyu.

It was, in fact, a fantasy.

Think about it, after we get married, there are so many interesting things and a future worth yearning for.

Actually, I have a whole play plan book, which I can't reveal yet, but you'll definitely like it.

After hearing these things,

just throw out all the chaotic thoughts and then go perform. Who cares about the old man's rules? Even without that trophy, we'll consider ourselves as having won the championship!

Because you, this girl, in my heart, are already the world's greatest cellist!

"....."

"Mm!"

Gan Yanyu nodded vigorously, holding onto Lin Tian's hand.

"That's more like it."

Lin Tian grinned widely, guiding Gan Yanyu to stand up together.

Then, holding her hand, Lin Tian pushed open the door to the lounge and headed towards the stage.

Regardless of the kind of final performance.

The beginning—!