Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 106 - 96: Spanish Bullfighting Song!

Two hours later.

Christine Nanali plopped down on the sofa, wiping the sweat beads off her forehead.

The coffee shop in front of her had been completely transformed.

"I must be crazy... to have joined you guys in cleaning a coffee shop..."

Nannali covered her head, squatting on the sofa in a daze.

The two hours of strenuous work had left her somewhat out of her mind.

She had never done so much labor in her life!

"Hmm... it is indeed clean now," Lin Tian surveyed the coffee shop with satisfaction.

Indeed, three people working together were more efficient than two.

The job that was originally expected to take three to five hours was completed in less than a Kun time.

This person, although quite a mouthful, really pulled her weight when it came to the work!

"Next, we should use the decorations we bought to redecorate a bit."

Lin Tian looked up at the ceiling and spoke earnestly.

"No! Impossible!"

Upon hearing there was more work to be done, Nannali jumped up.

Her eyes widened in an instant,

"I can’t help you guys with work anymore!"

The hellish experience of the past two hours had already affected Nannali’s mentality.

Continuing to work would certainly drive her insane!

Now, Nannali began to regret why she came to this place and encountered Lin Tian the lunatic...

"Lin Tian, I also think we can continue with the decoration tomorrow..."

Gan Yanyu whispered.

The coffee shop was already clean and ready for use.

But how to decorate and refurbish it to make it suitable for filming was a matter requiring brainpower, thoughtful consideration, and indeed not something that could be resolved quickly.

"Hmm."

Since Yanyu had said so, Lin Tian didn’t say anything further.

He looked towards Nannali,

"Miss Lai Lai."

"My name is Nannali!!"

"Oh, it’s not important—didn’t you want to challenge Mr. Gan? I have a great idea."

Lin Tian raised his index finger, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"What?"

"Just wait a moment."

Lin Tian approached Gan Yanyu to seek her opinion on this matter first.

"Mr. Gan, the new composition is ready."

"It’s ready?"

Gan Yanyu was surprised, "That quick?"

"Yeah, I was actually planning to record with you tonight. However, I think if you’re willing to play it with her first... it could quickly help you find the right emotion and aid your expressiveness."

What kind of composition required playing with Nannali to arouse emotion?

Gan Yanyu was puzzled but still nodded.

"Sure."

She then asked:

"Why do you need to ask me about this?"

"After all, this means that my composition will be played by her first," Lin Tian said with a smile.

"..."

Gan Yanyu’s face, attempting to remain calm, flushed slightly.

What he meant was... my composition should only be played for you alone.

"I’m not that petty, if we really had to worry about it, there are plenty of covers on Douyin."

"A girl’s first time is the most important, after that it doesn’t matter as much," Lin Tian said seriously.

"...."

After Yanyu agreed, Lin Tian turned around,

"Vivian, come here."

....

"This composition is called ’Spanish Bullfighting Song’."

"I wrote it for Mr. Gan, and it will be her first time playing it as well."

"Since you’re so eager to face Mr. Gan head-on, let’s use this Bullfighting Song, which neither of you has played before. You can play a part together, then each play a section separately, and I will accompany you throughout."

Lin Tian finished explaining the rules, and Gan Yanyu nodded in agreement.

But Nannali was completely bewildered.

It seemed like the information overload was too much; she didn’t know where to begin her tirade.

"Span... Spanish Bullfighting Song? What does this song have to do with Spain?"

"You wrote it... You can write songs, too?"

"Why should I play a song you wrote?"

Questions upon questions.

Yet Lin Tian provided no answer.

"It’s not important."

Arabic numerals were invented by the Indians.

"Moskau" is sung by a German band named Genghis Khan, and the lead singer is South African.

What’s the problem with a Chinese composer writing a Spanish Bullfighting Song?

As for Nannali’s other doubts, all Lin Tian could say was:

"Are you in or not?"

"I’m in!"

Nannali gritted her teeth.

Playing the same piece was also fine.

This way, there wasn’t even a need for judges or a jury; as soon as the music from both of them emerged.

Who was superior and who was inferior...they would have their own verdicts in their hearts!

"Alright, here’s the score; have a look."

Lin Tian took out the cello score.

Then, he proceeded to the piano that had already been set up next to the counter, ready to tune it.

"..."

Nannali looked at the music named "Spanish Bullfighting Song."

The brows that were deeply furrowed began to relax...

What a piece!

Just by reciting it silently in her mind, she felt the melody was extraordinary!

Was this really written by that lunatic Lin Tian?

Nannali raised her head and looked at Lin Tian intently.

In fact,

Even a few days ago, with the performance Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu put on,

Nannali had never really taken this man seriously from beginning to end.

To her, she was more curious about how this man had achieved such a level of rapport with Gan Yanyu in such a short period...

Maybe he was very strong, but Miss Gan Yanyu... was the true deity!

In Nannali’s eyes, there simply couldn’t be anyone in this world who could be worthy of Miss Gan Yanyu’s cello!

But now, looking at the score in her hands.

Nannali glanced at the man who claimed to be Gan Yanyu’s "partner"... and her curiosity grew.

"Let’s start preparing."

Lin Tian said.

Immediately, he raised his hands.

The piano in his hands burst into song!

The urgent music began to rise.

Soon, Gan Yanyu also raised her cello bow and began to play—

The two instruments interwoven, the forceful march exploded in an instant!

Here it comes!

This is the feeling!

Months had passed, and when Gan Yanyu’s cello sound once again played before Nannali, the blonde girl still felt an immense excitement.

It was this familiar sensation!

There was a time.

When the Great Demon King’s cello defeated her time and again.

And let her taste... the flavor of defeat!

This taste, Nannali had truly missed for a very long time...

Nannali took out her own cello from her bag.

Compared to Gan Yanyu’s classic brownish hue, Nannali’s custom cello had a light-colored body with beautiful vertical stripes and gold inlay along the edges... it exuded nobility and luxury.

Nannali picked up the bow.

Looking at Gan Yanyu, her eyes slowly became more intriguing.

Watch, Miss Gan Yanyu.

Months have passed, and now, I am completely different!

Nannali swung her arm, and her cello cried out!