Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist

"Kristin, I think you should understand the current situation, shouldn't you?"

In a luxurious hotel in Baijing.

Inside the room.

The video call interface on the phone.

A noblewoman sat on a chair, the oak paneling behind her reflecting an amber color like whiskey. That was the study in the old London residence—where Nannali once knelt under those reliefs, practicing the violin until her knees were bruised and bleeding.

The pair of eyes, nine-tenths similar to Nannali's, calmly stared at the girl.

"After this September, when this competition is over, you should also follow our request to withdraw from school and return to the UK. We will arrange for you to attend the best Music Academy..."

"I understand, Mother."

Nannali placed her hands on her knees, her expression anxious and uneasy, and said in a low voice,

"But, the competition isn't over yet, is it..."

Nannali slowly lifted her head, not daring to meet her mother's gaze on the screen.

"If I win this time..."

"If you win, I will keep my promise."

The woman said.

At this point, a trace of helplessness and a sigh inadvertently flashed across the woman's face.

In fact, she never wanted to make such a bet with Nannali.

She never once considered letting Nannali give up the path of music.

After all, she was so extraordinarily talented.

Unfortunately, this person was always so selfish, with a head full of only herself, never realizing what her talent could bring to the family... Sometimes she truly wondered if the blood flowing in her veins was really that of the Nannali family?

But, since Nannali's father agreed to this bet with Nannali—as long as she could openly defeat Gan Hua's granddaughter, she would be allowed to attend an art academy and choose the life she wanted.

Then, as her mother, Kelly Nannali would also say nothing.

Gan Yanyu, that child's performance... Kelly had seen it.

What a perfect cellist, from any angle... she was perfect.

Her passion for music was almost unmatched.

Gan Hua... had a wonderful granddaughter.

Just relying on the current Kristin.

Relying on this useless person who never loved music...

Kelly knew the difficulty involved.

But, that's not something she should consider.

Looking at the uneasy Nannali on the screen.

Kelly's expression was cold,

and she only said briefly,

"I will be there to see you in the semifinals."

Upon hearing this sentence.

Nannali suddenly lifted her head.

Her face instantly turned pale.

"Mother, you... will come in person?"

"Hmm, your father doesn't have the time, so I will come alone."

Kelly paused, then said,

"If you can't even make it to the semifinals, then I don't need to buy a ticket to Baijing; you can come back yourself."

"....."

In Nannali's silence.

The video call was disconnected.

Looking at the empty hotel room, Nannali covered her head and slowly crouched down on the ground.

Her pupils trembled violently.

That woman... is coming.

Kelly Nannali... that terrifying woman.

Almost as soon as the voice sounded.

Countless memories surged into Nannali's mind.

"Nannali, are you really studying properly?! How could you practice into such a state?!"

"You're such a disgrace to the Nannali family. I think you should really go to the zoo and let a hippo bite your head to make your brain a bit clearer!"

"Damn it... Kristin, do you even realize how many people would dream of having your talent... Why are you wasting your life?"

Wasting... her life?

In Nannali's view.

The moment she picked up the bow, her life was already being wasted.

Why... from the moment she was born, has she always been forced to do things she doesn't even like?

Talk about talent... if any of you like it, just take it... Why force it onto me, and then compel me to do those things after forcing it on me.

Nannali didn't understand... really didn't understand...

All the unforgettable memories from childhood surged up once more.

Those brutal, unbearable words, played over and over again.

Her mother rarely used extremely harsh language directly to insult her.

But she would repeatedly use seemingly calm words to constantly press her... This cold humiliation was sometimes more painful than direct insults.

Nannali's eyes quickly became moist.

Her gaze slowly lifted, towards the photo frame placed on the table.

In the photo,

is the stage at the Qingjiang Cultural Center.

She, Bai Xi, Yun Qiuxiu, with Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu, in a group photo after the concert.

Gan Yanyu in the photo was smiling brightly.

If there was anything Nannali found comforting on the musical path,

it was probably knowing Gan Yanyu.

She greatly admired Gan Yanyu, envied her purity, her passion, and this envy... turned into fondness, liking her kindness, liking her gentleness, liking her quiet comfort after each defeat.

"..."

I'm very sorry, Gan Yanyu.

This is my last chance.

Nannali stood up and touched the photo frame.

Perhaps, you have reasons where you must win the competition.

But if you lose, you still have Lin Tian, and opportunities two years later.

Yet for me, there's no one by my side anymore.

My life has no way out now.....

Nannali placed the photo face down on the table, turned around, and slung the cello case onto her back.

Then, as if making some kind of decision, she walked towards the door without looking back.

...

Baijing International Music Hall.

Backstage, in a private lounge.

Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu had already arrived.

Gan Yanyu was, as usual, repeatedly reciting the sheet music, ensuring there would be no possible mistakes in her performance.

Lin Tian's mindset was relatively relaxed.

In the past few days, Lin Tian had hardly trained, focusing entirely on adjusting his mindset.

How exactly: basically eat, drink, and play.

After all, it was his first time participating in a national competition, and for Lin Tian, relaxing his mind was sometimes more important than a few extra days of training.

Gan Yanyu wasn't so calm-hearted; until the night before they arrived, she even stayed up late practicing with Lin Tian.

"Oh, it's starting."

With Gan Yanyu's slightly surprised voice.

Lin Tian looked towards the big screen.

The stage lights gradually brightened, and the background screen displayed a 3D ink animation of a dragon winding around a cello.

The orchestra began to play the prelude of "Dragon Totem."

At this moment, in the lavishly decorated hall.

The female host walked onto the stage, elegantly raising her hand,

"At this moment, what you are seeing is not just the flowing dragon pattern of a thousand years, but the pulse of Tian Chao's cello art."

"Welcome to the 2025 'Dragon Violin Cup' National Cello Competition site!"