Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 89 - 84 Tell Me, What Should I Do (4K) (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 89: Chapter 84 Tell Me, What Should I Do (4K) (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Lin... Lin Tian?"

Gan Yanyu leaned one hand against the door, her eyes wide open.

Lin Tian didn’t waste words with Gan Yanyu, he grabbed the doorknob, ready to pull open the door.

Panic flashed across Gan Yanyu’s face, and quickly, she also grabbed the doorknob from inside.

But, with her malnourished slight frame, how could she compete with Lin Tian?

Lin Tian effortlessly pulled the door open.

Along with it, the girl stumbled out.

"Ah!"

Solidly, she fell into Lin Tian’s arms.

The girl clutched Lin Tian’s clothing, looking up.

Before her was Lin Tian, his brow furrowed, his gaze carrying a hint of helplessness.

Gan Yanyu knew.

Running now, she wouldn’t be able to escape.

"..."

It had only been a week since Lin Tian last visited Gan Yanyu’s home.

The house had already become such a mess.

Beer cans everywhere, all different brands and flavors.

Trying to stay awake, and not forgetting to try all the different flavors, right?

The trash bin was filled with fast food containers.

Gan Yanyu had promised Lin Tian that even when he wasn’t home to cook at lunch, she would still eat properly.

The so-called eating properly was having convenience store bentos and a 13 yuan pork knuckle meal?

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Lin Tian cleaned up all of Gan Yanyu’s trash.

Including all the food containers, which were also packed up and thrown out the front door.

Gan Yanyu sat on the sofa, with a cello beside her.

She curled up, looking helpless and confused at everything in front of her...

Like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for the impending judgment.

"..."

"Tell me, how many hours have you slept."

Lin Tian sat on the living room table, speaking sternly.

Gan Yanyu held up two fingers.

"Two hours?"

"I haven’t slept for two days."

"??"

"Have you gone stupid from drinking?!"

Lin Tian couldn’t hold back anymore, pointing at the girl’s nose, about to say something harsh.

"...."

But seeing Gan Yanyu’s innocent face, he couldn’t bring himself to speak harshly.

In fact, he also bore responsibility.

If he had been more observant, not so slow to react, and had noticed the girl’s problems earlier.

How could it have come to this point?

But he just couldn’t understand!

Must it really!

Must it go this far?!

Is it just a broken concert, not even a competition!

Even if the performance isn’t ideal, can’t she just do better in the next competition?!

Moreover.

Lin Tian truly really felt that Gan Yanyu was already playing very well...

Why still torment her body like this?

"..."

"I know, I’m not naturally suited for this stage."

Gan Yanyu hugged her knees with her head buried low, and slowly spoke,

"That’s why, I must put in much more effort than others."

"On stage, I get nervous, I get breathless, because I get influenced by various factors, the look of the audience, the scrutiny of judges... These constantly enter my brain, making it hard for me to complete my performance..."

"But one day, I realized."

"If, I practice the score a thousand times, ten thousand times!"

"Practice till I no longer need to run through the score in my mind, practice till just by picking up the bow, my hands... know how to complete the piece."

"That way, when I stand on stage, I can completely clear my mind."

"Think of nothing...just like that, perform as if during practice, finish the piece, and then step down from the stage..."

"Lin Tian, didn’t you ask why, when I was in the UK, I never had such troubles?"

Gan Yanyu slowly lifted her head from her knees, her messy fringe covering her cheeks.

Her lips curled into a bitter smile,

"This, is the answer."

"I’ve practiced all the classical music pieces I might possibly perform many, many times..."

"..."

Lin Tian was speechless.

All along... at this moment, in the young man’s heart, it seemed everything had an answer.

Why, even though Gan Yanyu was exhausted these past two days, and her mind was hazy,

she could still, the moment she picked up the bow, perform a flawless piece as if injected with adrenaline.

Why, just by going to watch a concert, hearing a piece of music,

by following the rhythm, Gan Yanyu’s hands would automatically perform the entire piece as if scripted.

Why, the first time he heard Gan Yanyu’s performance in his home, Lin Tian felt it was amazing.

Yet she shyly said:

"The piece I played lacks emotion, like a robot..."

...

It’s all because,

Gan Yanyu had long turned almost all well-known classical music pieces into muscle memory...

Even at the cost of damaging her own body,

this is absolutely, definitely the most foolish, dumbest method only the number one fool in the world could think of!

And this method,

is now the skill that the number one fool in the world, Gan Yanyu, relies on for survival.

And, she brings this skill,

ready to use it, to attend the concert she will be participating in with Lin Tian.

"By doing this, can you still call it ’a love for classical music’?"

Lin Tian asked.

Turning your own hands into an automatic music-playing machine...

And then talk about your dream for classical music?

Isn’t that ridiculous?

"Right..."

"This way, I am desecrating these musical pieces, I don’t deserve to talk about ’love’..."

The girl covered her face.

Suddenly,

she began to sob,

"Lin Tian, the piece you wrote, it’s really really good... I’ve made up my mind, I can’t do this anymore. I will treat your piece properly, together with you, we will properly perform it."