Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist

Such a performance is soulless.

It's hard to imagine, even during that period, the darkened Gan Yanyu.

Repeatedly crushed Nannali on the stage in England.

Unexpectedly, things have changed.

This Hajili... has already improved her piano skills to such a level, yet she chose Gan Yanyu's path from back then?

Why do you also feel fear towards the stage?

Your conviction, in some ways, is purer than everyone else here!

Honestly, Lin Tian would never have guessed.

What kind of "conviction" could be purer and more straightforward than "playing to defeat someone"?

"But... it's a bit different."

After a pause, Gan Yanyu spoke again,

"Nannali is not just playing like this because she's afraid of the stage... maybe she also feels that this way of playing is better for her..."

"That's even more troublesome..."

Lin Tian sighed.

If it was just a momentary mental lapse leading to the wrong direction,

she could realize her mistake and correct it in time, there's still hope.

But if she has consciously chosen this "crooked path," then it's a big problem.

She's truly darkened.

Lin Tian didn't understand, this girl was fine during the previous recital.

How did she end up like this so soon after not seeing her?

Could it be... in desperation to defeat Gan Yanyu, she tried anything?

Like those villains in dramas, using dark tools to defeat the protagonist... what's the cost?

Could it possibly be?

If it's just because of the humiliation she suffered in England before, she wouldn't need to win to this extent.....

But, frankly speaking, Nannali is just an opponent.

Although Lin Tian felt puzzled, he didn't mind much, rather, Nannali's transformation was a good thing for them.

However, Gan Yanyu beside him frowned slightly.

His expression was full of worry.

From Nannali's music just now, he seemed to have more deeply understood Nannali's emotions.

"I heard Nannali's family is very strict with her..."

Gan Yanyu muttered, looking at the big screen.

He didn't say anything further.

In his mind was that abrupt tremolo inserted into "Flying Goose" just now.

...

...

Backstage.

With a cello on her back, Nannali walked alone in the corridor.

After coming down from the stage, her aura remained low.

Clearly, she received so much applause just now, even the judges mostly gave approving looks.

But at this moment, her heart was chaotic, and her steps were slow.

It was as if her ankles were shackled with heavy iron hammers, walking like a prisoner covered in wounds.

"Bang—"

The girl with her head down bumped into a huge figure.

Nannali was slightly stunned and looked up.

The person's appearance in front of her gave her quite a shock.

Extremely messy hair, a scarred face, and a suit that clearly didn't fit, looking like it was dug out from a dumpster by a beggar on the street.

If not for the decent suit, Nannali would've thought he was a beggar from somewhere!

"You played well, Nannali!"

The man grinned at Nannali.

This smile frightened Nannali even more.

When had she, born to a noble family, ever been smiled at face-to-face by such a sloppy guy?

The girl quickly put on a cold face, lowered her head, and sidestepped past the man.

Yet, as she was passing by,

A heavy sigh came from beside her.

Nannali froze.

She turned her head and looked at the man with puzzlement.

"Some people, dressed all shiny and bright, but why do their faces look more lifeless than mine, a homeless person?"

"What do you know....."

Nannali bit her lip.

"Am I wrong, Miss Nannali?"

The man turned his face slightly, looking at the girl with a hint of mockery,

"House cats always laugh at wild cats for starving, but in others' eyes... who's more pitiful for someone wearing shackles?"

Nannali was stunned.

The man smiled again and made a gesture towards her.

Then, he turned and walked away.

In that direction—was the stage.

Only then did Nannali see.

The man had a cello on his back.

"He's actually a cellist....."

Nannali muttered in surprise.

...

"Let's welcome the next contestant from Hanjiang Province, Bai Junze!"

As the host's voice fell.

The two commentators also quickly introduced Bai Junze.

"Oh oh! The top seed from Hanjiang Province, Bai Junze!"

"This one represents the face of Hanjiang cellists, currently representing the highest level of cello in Hanjiang!"

"Everyone can look forward to his performance!"

Amid the commentators' exaggerated praise.

The man's figure also came into the public's view on stage.

"....."

However, at the moment of the man's appearance.

The two commentators, still talking, immediately choked up.

The audience also erupted in commotion.

"Our Bai Junze... his attire is indeed a bit unique, huh...." Fengye said hesitantly.

At this moment, he was dumbfounded.

The long hair, explosive style.

The dusty face, looking like he just emerged from a recycling station.....

Seriously, dude?!

What do you take us for here?!

A joint village event at the suburban-rural junction?!

It's hard to imagine.

In 2025, today.

On such a solemn stage as the national cello competition "Dragon Violin Cup."

Someone actually appeared with a look like they hadn't bathed in a month!

This guy is the province's number one??

Those unaware might think Hanjiang Music Association's budget is so tight that even champions have to beg!

At this moment, seeing this scene, the bullet screen was rapidly scrolling:

[Bai Junze! I know him!]

[Hahaha, isn't he the one who went viral on Douyin a few days ago? So poor that he trades tunes for food!]

[I'm dying of laughter, his video was so down-to-earth! I wanted to comment back then, this beggar can actually be a cellist!]

[This guy still owes Mr. Moonlight a meal!]

Everyone initially thought.

The Bai Junze in that video had some exaggerated elements.

After all, how could a professional cellist who's won a championship be that poor?

Or, usually might dress a bit "slob style" for comfort.

When it comes to competitions, he'd be more normal.

Turns out, even in the competition, he was like this!

Turns out you usually dress like this, huh!

"....."

Some entertained netizens were jokingly complaining, and there were also older netizens who were discontent with this attire.

[This is outrageous! How can the organizers let contestants take the stage like this?]

[Not mentioning fixing the hairstyle... at least let the contestant wash their hair and face, right?]

[The Dragon Violin Cup's organizers are concerning... could it be that as long as they wear formal clothes, all other attire isn't managed?]

[....]

Meanwhile, the most flustered were still the two commentators at the commentary seat.

Seeing quite a few criticisms flash by in the bullet screen.

As commentators, they had to smooth things over!

"I think, for every cellist able to make it here, they all absolutely respect the stage, without any intention to deliberately attract attention, or anything else." Zhu Ye said righteously,

"What I mean is, Teacher Bai Junze might like this style usually, artists' aesthetics... are a bit different from ours...."

"It might also be a indeed difficult life, given the suit doesn't fit." Fengye supplemented, "Regarding contestants' economic situations, everyone should adopt a more tolerant approach..."

Meaning.

Even if someone is dressed poorly, it doesn't mean they're disrespecting the competition.

Perhaps they are just truly that financially troubled!

We shouldn't mock the poor.

"....."

Once this was said.

At this moment, backstage.

Seeing Bai Junze's appearance, and the two commentators' comical smoothing over.

Even Nannali couldn't help but laugh,

"Just what is this person... trying to do?"