Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 158 - 127 Bai Xi: A Performance Full of Charm_3

So,

on the stage of the Star Cup, playing pop music, Bai Xi.

How was her performance?

"...."

At this moment, in the lounge, the reactions of others have already given the answer.

"It’s really Bai Xi ..... the person who participated in the special solo performance of the Tokyo Symphony Orchestra last year....."

"So strong... even though she was the first to perform, she is incredibly explosive!"

"As expected from the runner-up of the last Yingqin Cup... who can challenge her this year?"

"....."

Many contestants discussed among themselves.

The atmosphere in the lounge soon became incredibly tense.

Lin Tian could probably understand this feeling.

In film and television works, whenever there’s a competition,

those who perform first usually don’t fare well.

Because for dramatic purposes, the reaction to performances later must be better than the earlier ones, this aligns with the expectation of emotional progression.

However, this rule,

doesn’t seem to work on Bai Xi.

The "Golden Dance" she played, brought the hormone-boosting, enchanting melody of a dance hall.

The piece was gentle, lingering...

Its lyricism, unlike the classical music played by Gan Yanyu filled with "tear-jerking" passion,

Bai Xi’s lyricism was more like a charming socialite, elegant yet not vulgar, displaying her graceful charm in the center of the stage...

Her tears, were dry.

Beautiful.

Lin Tian was somewhat dazzled.

Unconsciously, he thought of black, triangular, lace edge.

Should he say it or not.

Very strong.

Stronger than Lin Tian had expected.

She not only brought pop music to the cello competition stage, but also delivered it with 200% effectiveness.

Both in skill and emotional expression, she was of the first rank.

Truly a runner-up!

Lin Tian sighed inwardly.

No wonder in the car, Gan Yanyu specifically mentioned this person.

She is indeed one of Gan Yanyu’s major competitors in this year’s Dragon Violin Cup.

"..."

On the big screen, Bai Xi, as she drew her bow, suddenly raised her head and glanced at the camera.

Lin Tian’s heart skipped a beat.

Recalling their earlier conversation.

Is this the music Bai Xi wanted him to hear?

What did she want to express?

Herself—being unique, needing nothing to prove it.

Or is it...

Watching Bai Xi on stage fully releasing her charm.

Lin Tian wasn’t sure if it was an illusion.

Those eyes seemed to say: frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Have you considered becoming my "little fan"?

...

Is this her plan?

I must say, it’s indeed captivating; ordinary men might not be able to resist.

But, Lin Tian is clearly not interested in this.

Bai Xi’s performance ends.

The lounge quickly sinks into a despondent mood.

Many contestants began to huddle together for warmth.

"How can we compete when pop music is performed like this!"

"I’m doomed, I feel like my performance is trash now!"

"I’m not upset about facing Bai Xi here, but that I have to face her again at the next Yingqin Cup....."

"23 years old... What kind of monster is this? Putting the strongest first, do they think our stress resistance is too poor?"

"..."

No matter the competition, putting a hot favorite to win as the first performer indeed tortures the rest.

With such a performance setting the standard, who wouldn’t panic?

However, Lin Tian was still optimistic.

Strong is strong.

But, she’s just an outsider... we have Gan Yanyu!

Lin Tian turned around, about to say something cool.

Then he immediately saw Gan Yanyu huddled in the chair, frantically drawing pentagrams on her own thigh.

"It’s over... it’s over...."

"Sit properly!"

Lin Tian grabbed Gan Yanyu’s thigh under her skirt, helping her forcibly clear the drawing board.

Her legs suddenly straightened, she raised her head, revealing an innocent look,

"I....."

"The competition is about to start, are you planning to give up halfway through?"

"No... I’m just... nervous."

Gan Yanyu fiddled with her fingers, speaking weakly.

Retreat, avoidance, that’s impossible.

But being terrified half to death was very possible for Gan Yanyu.

At this moment, Gan Yanyu had already finished her makeup.

Sitting there, she looked less naive but more beautiful than ever.

"Oh, right, your hair tie."

Lin Tian noticed that Gan Yanyu’s hair was still loose.

He took off the hair tie from his wrist, placed it in Gan Yanyu’s palm,

"Don’t worry, Mr. Gan, just focus on your performance."

Lin Tian said, "I will always be your number one fan."