Otaku Translation: My Girlfriend Is a Cello Player C130

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The competition hall was filled with an ethereal melody, the kind that seemed to wrap around your soul like a soft silk scarf on a chilly evening.

In the lounge area just offstage, a group of musicians huddled around a large screen broadcasting the performance live.

“Wait a minute—isn’t that new track by ? The one blowing up on ?” one of them said, recognition lighting up their face.

Another nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, it’s Moonlight and Cat. I’ve been obsessed with their stuff for ages. But didn’t they only release this piece last week?”

“Seriously? She’s already playing it in the competition?” someone interjected incredulously.

“I tried practicing that piece too—it’s no joke. Her guts are something else.”

Moonlight and Cat had become a sensation not just online but within music circles, especially among cellists. Their work had breathed fresh life into the cello scene, turning what many considered a classical instrument into something modern audiences couldn’t get enough of. Whenever the duo dropped a new composition—be it "," "," or even the mind-bendingly complex ""—it inevitably went viral. And naturally, professional musicians would attempt to replicate these challenging pieces, at least for fun if not for mastery.

But attempting such intricate works in a high-stakes competition? That was another story entirely. Even seasoned professionals found it daunting to execute these compositions flawlessly under pressure. So when stepped onto the stage armed with one of Moonlight and Cat’s newest releases, whispers of disbelief rippled through the crowd.

“I remember her doing the same thing at the last year,” someone muttered. “She played three of Moonlight’s tracks back-to-back. If she’s not his biggest fan, I don’t know who is.”

“Being a fan is one thing,” another chimed in, shaking their head. “But bringing untested material into a contest like this? Bold move.”

“A bold move that’ll get her nowhere,” scoffed a third voice. “Even prodigies can’t pull stunts like this without consequences.”

Amidst the murmuring throng stood , her expression unreadable as ever. Her gaze remained fixed on the screen where Gan Yanyu’s determined figure glowed faintly under the spotlight. Inside, however, Bai Xi was filled with emotions.

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They don’t understand you, Gan Yanyu… but I do.

She repeated the words silently, like a quiet vow. Let them see your true strength. Just play like you always have in practice. Step onto the stage. Perform. Step off. That’s all there is to it. Nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about.

She closed her eyes, letting the melody rise within her like a gentle stream winding through a quiet meadow. The pendant against her chest rested lightly, steadying her heartbeat. had given it to her—his silent promise that he was with her, even now. Even if he wasn’t here in person, she wasn’t alone.

This performance… it wasn’t for her.

It was for him.

She couldn’t let Lin Tian down. Not now. She had to give everything to his composition, pour her heart into every note so that the audience wouldn’t just hear the music—they’d feel it.

Right… He’d said he’d be in the audience when it was her turn.

So where was he?

Yanyu opened her eyes, scanning the sea of faces before her. At first, there were only shadows and shifting shapes. But gradually, the crowd came into focus. Toward the back, a group of fans stood out—bright, noisy, unmistakable.

“Ahhhh! Gan Yanyu saw us!” someone squealed.

“Hold the signs higher! Let Sister Gan know we’re here!”

“Don’t forget the pictures—take lots of pictures!”

Dozens of light-up placards sparkled through the dim auditorium, each one proudly flashing her name. Some fans jumped up and down, waving their arms, beaming with excitement. Though she couldn’t hear their exact words, the meaning rang clear.

But something in their faces made her breath catch.

Suddenly, they didn’t look like cheerful supporters anymore. Their expressions twisted—hands stretched toward her, mouths open too wide, faces wild and frenzied.

Almost feral.

Her pupils widened, her body tightening as adrenaline surged through her chest like a wave about to break.

"Her momentum just dipped." In the lounge, one of the performers spoke up in surprise.

The subtle shift in Gan Yanyu’s music hadn’t gone unnoticed. Instantly, murmurs rippled through the room.

"It just started—she’s already faltering?"

"She seems nervous. Is it inexperience with big competitions?"

"I said this would happen. She’s too young. Just 18, and already bumped up to the professional division? There’s no way that kind of pressure wouldn’t get to her."

"Even when Miss Bai was fast-tracked into the professional division and took second at the , she was 21."

Bai Xi listened to the chatter with detached amusement. While others speculated loudly, she remained calm, her thoughts drifting back two years to the Parrot Cello Contest.

Back then, she had been the youngest competitor in the professional division—a solitary figure overlooked by her peers, dismissed as inexperienced. Seeking refuge from the noise and tension, she had wandered away from the crowded lounge and stumbled upon a quiet stairwell. There, sitting cross-legged amidst stacks of sheet music thicker than any book, was Gan Yanyu.

At just sixteen, Gan Yanyu had been the youngest participant in the young adult division. Instead of socializing or resting before her performance, she had chosen solitude, methodically committing every single note of her repertoire to memory. Bai Xi had watched silently, struck by the sheer focus radiating from the petite girl. Her dedication was palpable, almost otherworldly.

It wasn’t until later that Bai Xi truly grasped the depth of Gan Yanyu’s talent. When whispers of the nickname "" began to circulate, it became clear how much effort Gan Yanyu poured into her craft—effort that far exceeded mere natural ability. Her passion for classical music bordered on obsession, eclipsing even the most seasoned musicians.

Two years ago, Bai Xi hadn’t had the chance to witness Gan Yanyu perform on stage herself. Yet that image of the young cellist, hunched over her music in quiet determination, had left an indelible mark on her memory. And now, here they were, sharing the same stage at the .

They had finally crossed paths in the professional division. Whatever Gan Yanyu was showing now, Bai Xi knew it wasn’t her full potential. She understood better than anyone what the younger musician was capable of—and she trusted Gan Yanyu to prove it.

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Onstage, Gan Yanyu fought against dizziness and pounding nerves. The judges’ piercing gazes felt like daggers boring into her skin. Panic clawed at her chest, but she bit down hard on her lip, refusing to give in.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him.

Lin Tian stood tall in the audience, holding aloft a sign larger and brighter than any other. In bold letters, it read: “.”

Her breath hitched. Was that really him?

As if sensing her gaze, Lin Tian lowered the sign and reached for two glow sticks from nearby fans. With a mischievous grin, he began dancing wildly.

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