Otaku Translation: My Girlfriend Is a Cello Player C131

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Chapter 131: Overflowing Affection

On the grand stage of the finals, something extraordinary unfolded in the back rows of the audience. A young man with striking features stood out amidst the sea of supporters, his expression dead serious as he waved glow sticks in perfect synchronization. His movements mirrored the kind of choreographed fan dances typically seen at —quirky yet oddly captivating.

The surrounding spectators were dumbfounded. Was this for real? Everyone else had shown up to cheer on , but this guy was taking things to another level entirely. As executed each move with theatrical precision, people couldn’t help but crane their necks to get a better look. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“Damn… That’s true dedication right there.”

“Bro’s love runs deep—I’m not even mad, just impressed.”

“What kind of social dynamo is this? I thought holding up a light board was bold enough, but dancing too? Are we still at a cello competition?”

“This can’t be happening. Did I accidentally walk into an idol concert or something?”

Meanwhile, backstage in the lounge, where the broadcast had switched to the audience view, jaws collectively dropped among the gathered musicians.

“Wait—isn’t that the guy who came in with Gan Yanyu earlier? Aren’t they just friends?”

“He’s going all out. Is this what it means to have a die-hard fan?”

“Holy crap, and he’s actually good at it! Seriously, Gan Yanyu must feel so lucky to have a fan like him.”

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Gan Yanyu stared at Lin Tian, momentarily frozen. What on earth was he doing? This was beyond ridiculous…

Her face flushed red as she ducked her head shyly, trying—and failing—to suppress a smile. She almost burst out laughing. So this was his “plan”? Pretending to be one of her overzealous fans by busting out a full-on support dance? Honestly, he might as well have chased away the other fans with how much attention he was drawing.

Forcing herself to refocus, Gan Yanyu steadied her breathing and lifted her gaze back to the task at hand.

Lin Tian’s advice echoed in her mind: Focus only on what you need to see. Everything else is just background noise.

But what exactly should she focus on? The cello? Or him?

She wasn’t sure. But one thing became crystal clear:

In all her years performing, she’d never felt such overwhelming affection from an audience before. Now, it was spilling over, threatening to drown her in its warmth.

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As Gan Yanyu pulled the bow across the strings, the music transformed. In that moment, it transcended mere notes—it became raw emotion distilled into sound. Her playing radiated a depth of feeling that was uniquely hers, pulling everyone present into her world.

“Wow… incredible.”

Backstage, someone gasped audibly.

"What kind of emotional power is this?"

Each note carried layers of nuance, shifting seamlessly between soaring highs that seemed to scream defiance and soul-deep lows that whispered sorrow and struggle. It was as if the piece itself—a tempestuous —had been written specifically to showcase Gan Yanyu’s mastery.

“So powerful… and it only took her a split second.”

“No wonder they say you have to see Gan Yanyu’s music live to truly understand it.”

“Is this really the kind of emotional depth an 18-year-old can convey?”

If ’s pop-inspired performances were a feast for the ears, Gan Yanyu’s classical rendition was an emotional odyssey. Every listener found themselves swept away, immersed in her unspoken cries and untold stories.

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By the time the performance reached its climax, the entire lounge gradually fell silent. Everyone was completely immersed in the music, overwhelmed with awe.

A look of relief and release also appeared on Bai Xi’s face.

Yes, this was Gan Yanyu—the musician who understood classical music like no other. Watching Lin Tian’s antics in the audience, Bai Xi let out a long, wistful sigh.

“So, that’s how you show your love, Mr. Lin?” she mused softly. No wonder he hadn’t been moved by her performance. Against someone like her, she truly didn’t stand a chance.

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Out in the auditorium, Lin Tian showed no signs of stopping his energetic routine. Though separated by rows of seats—like two shores divided by a vast river—he remained utterly committed, pouring every ounce of energy into cheering Gan Yanyu on.

Hadn’t she once said that fans in the audience only added pressure? That their cheers often masked mockery? Hadn’t she doubted whether anyone truly supported her?

Well then, he decided, let me be the exception.

I’m here, cheering for you, giving you everything I’ve got. Ignore everyone else—just look at me. No one supports you more sincerely than I do.

As the final notes approached, the atmosphere reached fever pitch. The entire venue buzzed with anticipation, caught up in Gan Yanyu’s spellbinding romance with the music.

Finally, two security guards burst through the doors, muttering under their breath as they made a beeline for Lin Tian. By then, the performance was nearing its end. With a sheepish grin, Lin Tian surrendered his glow sticks, allowing himself to be escorted out while Gan Yanyu played her last chord.

The hall erupted into thunderous applause, punctuated by cheers and whistles from fans waving light boards.

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Backstage, the performers gathered in animated discussion. Somehow, Gan Yanyu’s set had sparked even more conversation than Bai Xi’s.

“To think she could master a new piece to this extent…”

“It’s terrifying. We already had Bai Xi to contend with, and now there’s an 18-year-old prodigy?”

“I honestly think Gan Yanyu’s performance rivaled Bai Xi’s.”

“The media wasn’t wrong—this year’s really is stacked with geniuses. And some of the masters haven’t even shown up yet. Looks like we’re all just here for the ride.”

“No complaints. Being part of this lineup is honor enough.”

Amidst the chatter, Bai Xi quietly slung her cello over her shoulder, opened the door, and stepped out. As she walked away, a small smile tugged at her lips.

Fan dances? Really? What a wild card Mr. Lin was turning out to be.

Mr. Lin and Miss Gan, see you at the Parrot Cello Contest.

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