Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist

Dragon Violin Cup.

As the most prestigious cello competition in Tian Chao held every two years, it follows an invitation system, meaning that ordinary people can't directly apply. In each province, there are usually only 2-3 spots, recommended by the province's Music Association and Cello Association.

Besides the default advancement of provincial competition champions to the next round, one or two of the strongest cellists in the province will be specially invited.

You could say,

with its extremely high entry barrier and brutally challenging elimination system.

The Dragon Violin Cup is always recognized among the top tier in the music world.

Winning the championship at the Dragon Violin Cup might not directly earn someone the title of "Tian Chao's Number One."

But "Tian Chao's Number One" must have won the Dragon Violin Cup.

Such is the status of the Dragon Violin Cup.

In this complex competition, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu were already receiving a lot of attention both inside and outside the venue, even before the competition had started.

This kind of attention inevitably puts a lot of pressure on both of them.

Choosing the right music piece becomes a technical issue.

Although Gan Yanyu claims to have "conquered the stage," Lin Tian still can't fully trust her.

It's not that he doesn't trust Gan Yanyu as a person, but rather he doesn't trust her physical condition.

After all, it's the stage of the Dragon Violin Cup, and Lin Tian has to be cautious. If anything unexpected happens during the performance, it could mean stopping at the preliminaries.

"What's a good piece...?"

At night, Lin Tian sat alone at the piano in his apartment, pondering.

This piece needs to suit both Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu's performance, yet it can't be too superficial. While it must be classical music, it shouldn't be overly complex. Importantly, it has to be "pleasant," "pleasant" is crucial.

In this competition, it's anticipated that several strong opponents will use pop music.

The greatest advantage of pop music is its low barrier for comprehension and appreciation, allowing most people to easily get the positive feedback they want from the music.

So, Lin Tian's piece must be "pleasant" this time, but not the sophisticated kind of "pleasant." It should be a piece that even regular young people would instantly find "pleasant."

Only then is there any chance to face off with other cellists directly, despite an inherent disadvantage.

"....."

Pleasant, pleasant, pleasant.....

Lin Tian was almost overwhelmed by these two words.

Still, just being pleasant isn't enough; the profound connotations of ancient music are required too, otherwise, Gan Yanyu can't fully leverage her performance strengths.

What piece should be used?

Actually, Lin Tian, who usually barrels through composing without pause, seemed to momentarily not know which piece to choose.

"Ding dong~ ding dong~"

Just then, the doorbell of the apartment rang.

This late, who could it be?

Lin Tian was a bit puzzled. Soon, the sound of entering the password came, and the door lock opened on its own.

Gan Yanyu walked in wearing a thin, black sling nightdress and slippers, with a tray in her hand.

"Wow, Lin Tian, you're still practicing this late?"

"I'm composing."

"It's tough work."

Gan Yanyu placed the tray on the table, which held a freshly washed plate of cherry tomatoes.

"I just went to the fruit shop downstairs, thought they tasted great, washed a plate for you to bring up....."

"Getting good with the password lock."

Lin Tian couldn't resist teasing.

"Oh, I thought it might be inconvenient for you, so you don't have to come to open the door."

"Isn't it possible that if I'm really not convenient, you shouldn't be coming in at all?"

"Oh right...."

Gan Yanyu displayed a perceptive look.

Lin Tian felt both helpless and amused.

He started to reminisce about when he first met Gan Yanyu.

Back then, Gan Yanyu would ask before taking off her shoes or sitting on the sofa... both were very reserved.

Back then, Gan Yanyu was also very slim... Just imagining anything suggestive felt sinful.

Now, he wished he could fantasize about a wedding night play ten times every day.

"Is this the performance piece for the competition? How much have you written....."

Gan Yanyu leaned her head over, picking up a cherry tomato and moving it toward Lin Tian's mouth, which he bit into cooperatively.

"Not written yet?" Gan Yanyu noticed the blank notebook.

Lin Tian always had the habit of first handwriting scores before organizing them on the computer.

If the notebook wasn't used, it meant he genuinely hadn't started writing at all.

"Hit a bottleneck?"

Gan Yanyu asked.

"Yeah."

Lin Tian scratched his head, looking troubled.

Actually, calling it a "bottleneck" isn't entirely accurate.

With an entire world of music libraries for support, he could forcibly find a piece that fits the requirements if needed.

But since it was the first competition at the Dragon Violin Cup, Lin Tian hoped to find a piece that was "more suitable."

"What kind of bottleneck? Tell me about it."

Gan Yanyu moved a chair over from the side, sitting beside Lin Tian.

Lin Tian looked at her, somewhat surprised.

"Though I haven't studied composition much and don't quite understand it... I think there's a lot of crossover between performing and composing."

Gan Yanyu earnestly raised her index finger,

"Maybe if you talk to me, I might have some good ideas...."

Seeing Lin Tian still had a dazed expression.

Gan Yanyu lowered her voice and added,

"It can't always be just you bearing the burden of composing....."

Gan Yanyu cautiously looked into Lin Tian's eyes, her gaze carrying traces of guilt.

Thinking about how late it was and that Lin Tian was still worrying over the piece they were about to perform together,

while she was just down buying fruit...

Gan Yanyu felt very frustrated.

Eat, eat, eat, stupid Yanyu, all you know is to eat!

Lin Tian is working overtime here, how can you feel right eating?

If anyone should eat, it should be Lin Tian!

...

Thinking of this, Gan Yanyu bit his lip and grabbed a tomato to shove into Lin Tian's mouth.

After Lin Tian finished one, she stuffed another... just kept sending small tomatoes into Lin Tian's mouth.

One after another.

Until Lin Tian's mouth was stuffed full, he waved his hand continuously to get Gan Yanyu to stop.

The girl finally stopped.

"No... not eating anymore?"

"I can't eat any more."

"Is it sweet?"

"Sweet!"

"....."

Only then did Gan Yanyu's expression ease a bit.

Looking at Gan Yanyu, Lin Tian was momentarily speechless, unable to figure out what this girl was thinking again.

But the reason he just froze was because.....

Gan Yanyu said she wanted to brainstorm with him, but he didn't know how to respond!

Because his "composition" wasn't created little by little with inspiration like ordinary composers.

His style was all-out blasts.

As long as he found the piece in his mind, he could write it all at once.

That's how movers work.

"So, Lin Tian, what are you worrying about?"

Gan Yanyu inquired.

"..."

Lin Tian thought seriously for a while.

He then asked Gan Yanyu a question:

"Mr. Gan, you're about to go on stage at the Dragon Violin Cup, how do you feel now?"

"What's that got to do with anything..."

"It does, brother, it really does."

"Alright....."

Although she felt odd being suddenly called "brother" by Lin Tian, she still pointed at her lips and began to think seriously.

Then, the girl sincerely said,

"Very happy, I guess."

"What kind of happy?"

Lin Tian asked,

"There are many kinds of happy, like 'happy because I'm one step closer to the Ker Cup', 'happy because I get to compete with the best musicians in the country'....."

"All of them."

Gan Yanyu said,

"But the happiest is because I've reached the stage of the Dragon Violin Cup."

"The stage of the Dragon Violin Cup?"

"Yes, Baijing International Music Hall!"

Gan Yanyu said with a radiant smile,

"Didn't you take a picture for me yesterday? From there."

Speaking of which, Gan Yanyu stood up from her chair and paced back and forth around the room,

"When I was in England, I often had a dream, a dream where I stood on the stage of the Baijing Music Hall, dreaming of standing on the stage, playing for audiences who love music and the cello..."

"That's great... actually, Lin Tian, I still feel it's a bit unreal that I've truly come to Baijing, really arrived at Baijing International Music Hall... Soon, I'll be performing there."

Gan Yanyu spoke while her footsteps became light and airy,

She tiptoed forward, walking a few steps, then turned around, smiling at Lin Tian,

"If... if I could make it to the finals, truly... truly perform on that highest stage.....even if I lose there, there would be no regrets, right?"

"....."

Seeing such a smile, Lin Tian was taken aback.

Yes, this has always been Gan Yanyu's wish.

To perform on the stage she's always dreamed of.....

Similarly, it's also the dream of many musicians.

However, the "stage" that Gan Yanyu speaks of has two meanings.

The first meaning of the "stage" is the physical "Baijing International Music Hall," this glorious and holy venue that so many musicians dream of.

And the other meaning of the "stage" is abstract, it's the "showdown representing the pinnacle of Tian Chao cellists"—which is the "finals" that Gan Yanyu speaks of.

As a cellist.

Being able to perform on that stage that decides who can represent Tian Chao's cellists.

That performance... no matter what, will become the most brilliant star in one's memory.

No matter how many more performances come in the future, and how many pieces are played.

The finals of the Dragon Violin Cup that day... will not be forgotten.

This has also always been Gan Yanyu's dream.

To stand on the "highest" stage and share her music with the world.

So, whatever it takes to get to the finals!

For Gan Yanyu.

This is not only the charm of classical music but also the allure of the Baijing International Music Hall.....

Thinking of this, Lin Tian had a flash of insight.

Got it!

Lin Tian immediately wrote down the name of the piece in his notebook—

"Blue Danube."