Otaku Translation: My Girlfriend Is a Cello Player C61

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Chapter 61: Next Week, Everyone Can Come to Watch Our Concert

One piece after another, the perfect duet between piano and cello flowed seamlessly.

The room was drenched in an auditory feast so exquisite it felt almost otherworldly.

The classroom had transformed—no longer a mundane space but a grand hall of classical Vienna from centuries past. The podium, once a simple stage for lectures, now gleamed like a golden theater platform. The rows of desks became VIP seats occupied by dignitaries and elites, while outside the windows, the "common folk"—those who couldn’t afford tickets but were lucky enough to catch a glimpse—leaned in eagerly, soaking up the atmosphere.

It was sublime. Absolutely sublime.

In this environment, even the students had elevated themselves into cultured connoisseurs. No one dared speak above a whisper, fearful of disrupting the refined music that filled the air. But beneath their polished exteriors, excitement bubbled over, spilling into hushed conversations.

"Who are these two? Since when does our academy have legends walking among us?"

"Damn, they’re incredible. Look at how long they’ve been playing without losing quality!"

"I heard someone say earlier that they’re high schoolers—not university students—and what’s more, they’re sight-reading right now."

"Sight-reading?! What?!?"

"I’m crying. I play the cello too, but… seriously? How is she this good?"

The shockwaves rippling through the crowd only grew stronger with each revelation. At first, when people heard the music drifting out into the hallway, they assumed it was just some teachers showing off during class. But upon entering, they discovered something far more astonishing—the performers weren’t teachers; they were students. And not only that—they were high schoolers.

And then came the final twist: they were sight-reading.

Only those immersed in the arts could fully grasp the magnitude of what they were witnessing.

"Hold on," one student muttered, craning their neck to get a better look at the musicians’ faces.

Then, realization dawned—and jaws dropped.

Wait… weren’t these the same two people who’d been causing trouble downstairs earlier? The ones badmouthing the school and allegedly stealing something?

Indeed, quite a few of the students present had chased after them earlier in the building. Now, staring at the duo mid-performance, disbelief turned into awe—and maybe a little bit of internal chaos.

"Wait, wait, wait. Are you serious right now?"

"I can’t believe it. It’s really them."

"Damn it, now that I think about it, our uni really doesn’t seem good enough for them."

"Agreed. I always thought we were the only ones allowed to trash-talk our school, but legends like them are a different case entirely."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s spread the word tomorrow—let everyone know what the legends think of our uni."

University students were a peculiar breed. On any given day, they loved nothing more than banding together to mercilessly roast their own institution. Complaints about clueless administrators or mockeries about the school's mediocrity flew freely. Outsiders criticizing their school, however, was a completely different story. If someone dared call their alma mater “too easy” or unworthy, they’d rise up in righteous indignation.

But if the critic happened to be someone extraordinary—a prodigy, a genius, someone universally respected—their tune changed instantly. Suddenly, everyone popped champagne bottles to celebrate the burn.

As the last note faded, Lin Tian lifted his hands from the piano keys and exhaled deeply. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Seven pieces. Seven flawless performances.

And then, thunderous applause erupted throughout the room.

"That was insane! You guys are legends!"

"So talented. Please teach a masterclass—I’ll definitely attend!"

"The girl is amazing. Beautiful and plays like a dream."

Whistles and cheers echoed endlessly. For musicians, clapping for someone brave enough to perform in front of a crowd was second nature. Applause came easily, as did raising the energy of the room.

But today, every clap was heartfelt. This was genuine admiration from the students of Xingye Conservatory, directed toward two artists whose skill left no room for doubt.

Lin Tian glanced at Gan Yanyu. Her face glistened with sweat, but her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she smiled back at him.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on both of them—but joy outweighed it. It had been ages since either of them had played with such abandon.

"Cough, cough."

Suddenly, Gan Yanyu covered her mouth and began to cough.

Lin Tian rushed to her side immediately. Seeing her struggling to catch her breath, he reached out instinctively—but she gently stopped him, resting her hand on his.

"I’m fine," she whispered, forcing a smile. "Just need a moment."

"It’s just my chest feeling tight after playing for so long."

"Alright," Lin Tian said hesitantly. Though he didn’t know much about asthma, seeing her breathing stabilize reassured him somewhat.

"Let’s head back and rest after this," he suggested softly.

Standing up, he turned to Gao Zhenyang. Seven pieces, flawlessly executed according to his demands. Surely, there was nothing left to criticize.

"Excellent," Gao Zhenyang remarked bluntly. There was no point beating around the bush now. They’d reached a level where pretense would feel contrived.

"Keep this momentum going, and next week’s concert will surely impress the media."

"Concert?" Another voice piped up—Gao Li, clearly overhearing something monumental yet again.

At this point, Lin Tian saw no reason to hold back. Rising to his feet, he addressed the still-packed classroom. Many students lingered, reluctant to leave. Some hoped to exchange contact information or follow the pair on social media. Others simply wanted to ask questions, eager to learn more about the mysterious duo behind the breathtaking performance.

After all, curiosity begged to be satisfied.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Tian raised his voice.

"Thank you all for coming today to listen to my partner and me perform. I know many of you recorded our set on your phones, but due to personal reasons, I kindly ask that you refrain from sharing those videos. Next week, my partner and I will be holding a solo recital at Qingzhou Concert Hall."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.

"At that time, we’ll take the stage together once again. If you’re able, please come witness our performance live."

A fresh wave of murmurs swept through the crowd.

"So they’re professional musicians heading to a major concert…"

"They look so young! How is this possible?"

"Qingtian Hall? Isn’t that the biggest venue in Qingzhou? Only seasoned professionals perform there!"

"Got it, got it. I’ll delete the video right away."

"Wow, so I just got to hear two world-class musicians for free?"

Ignoring the chatter, Lin Tian extended his hand to Gan Yanyu amidst the noise. With a warm smile, he said,

"Let’s go, partner."

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