Otaku Translation: My Girlfriend Is a Cello Player C138

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Chapter 138: Master-Level Makeup Skills

“Huh? Why do you need makeup?” ’s voice was muffled, as if she had just woken up. There was a hint of surprise in her tone.

“I’ve been teaching myself online recently,” said. “I wanted to try it out.”

“Oh! Scared me for a second,” she replied, laughing softly.

“So where did your mind go?”

“You know, I thought maybe... something else. Anyway, I do have some, but not much. I don’t really wear makeup normally.”

“That’s fine.”

“Then come over.”

After hanging up, Lin Tian gathered his things and headed straight to Gan Yanyu’s place.

When the door opened, there stood Gan Yanyu—her hair slightly messy, wearing a , still half-asleep and rubbing her eyes with a long yawn.

“So early?” she asked, blinking.

“Miss Gan,” Lin Tian couldn’t help but say.

“Hmm?”

“Is that a new pajama set of yours?”

“It is.”

“Since it’s only two steps from my place to yours, you don’t have to dress up specially. Just showing up like this is fine.”

“You really do like different styles, Lin Tian.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, more whispering than speaking.

It wasn’t easy to describe. Gan Yanyu’s long legs were always striking, and even a simple outfit like a strap dress could highlight her charm.

But now, seeing her fresh out of bed, disheveled yet effortlessly cute in her pajamas...

This was one of those rare moments when a girl is at her most vulnerable state of the day. For most girls, being seen like this by a guy would be a catastrophe.

But with Gan Yanyu, it was somehow endearing. Her beauty was so strong that it erased all the negative vibes.

Even in this condition, she looked adorable enough to steal hearts.

Lin Tian couldn’t help but wonder—whether it was because she trusted him or simply because she had full confidence in her looks. Either way, he imagined that even if one day she had to beg on the street, dressed in rags and looking worn out, all she’d need to do was lift her face and say:

“Starving… food…”

And people would bring her food without hesitation.

Anyway…

It seemed Miss Gan had finally embraced the color pink. While Lin Tian, on the other hand, looked like he hadn’t put any effort into dressing up at all.

No matter where he went, he was always in a tank top and shorts, slippers on his feet. A typical .

Although Gan Yanyu had never directly mocked him, Lin Tian had often caught her sighing at his fashion choices, a mix of exasperation and pity.

“Wait in the living room,” she said, leading him in before heading back inside.

She closed the door behind her.

Wow, she's really treating me like an outsider now.

He had already been in there before. He almost wished he had taken a photo last time.

A few minutes later, she emerged with a small makeup bag.

She dumped everything out onto the table—a few bottles, brushes, and two makeup sponges.

Like she said, Gan Yanyu didn’t own much. Lin Tian picked them up and checked each item carefully.

“Moisturizer, foundation.”

“Contour palette, .”

“Eyeliner, eyebrow pencil.”

“Blush, lipstick.”

“That’s it?”

Lin Tian blinked in disbelief.

“That’s it,” she confirmed.

“No toner? Don’t you moisturize before applying makeup? That can cause breakouts!”

“I don’t wear much makeup. I haven’t broken out.”

Well, given how rarely she wore makeup and how flawless her skin was, it made sense.

“And ? No concealer isn’t real makeup.”

Lin Tian paused mid-sentence.

Because then he looked at her face.

Smooth as porcelain. Flawless.

Concealer?

There was nothing to cover.

At that moment, with her puzzled and innocent expression, she became the ultimate example of quiet luxury—unspoken vanity wrapped in humility.

“Miss Gan, it’s actually a good thing you don’t have many friends,” Lin Tian said earnestly.

In a school setting, someone as reserved and misunderstood as her would easily become the target of bullying among less mature students.

“??” Gan Yanyu pursed her lips, clearly confused.

“But these cosmetics are enough.”

The selection was sparse, but the essentials were all there. With this, a full makeup job was possible.

Lin Tian picked up the foundation bottle—it felt brand new, barely used.

So she really didn’t wear makeup often. Which made sense; aside from competitions, there wasn’t much need for it.

Still, makeup wasn’t just about making someone look prettier. It could also change a person’s entire vibe.

Take Gan Yanyu, for instance. Her face gave off the soft, romantic aura of a first love. But to appear more mature and professional on stage, a bit of makeup was necessary.

Same for Lin Tian. His natural look screamed teenage boy—seventeen, eighteen years old. If he wanted to project a different kind of charm, makeup was a powerful tool.

Soon, Lin Tian got to work.

He squeezed out some and began blending it in circular motions across his face.

Gan Yanyu sat beside him, watching curiously. When he first told her he was going to try makeup, she hadn’t believed it. But now, seeing the technique with her own eyes, her eyes widened in amazement.

She hadn’t expected his skills to be so refined—more precise than her own.

Wow. So skilled.

Just by watching videos, he had learned this well?

For men, makeup was different from women’s. The key was subtlety. The best result was when you couldn’t tell anyone had touched their face—but their overall presence had subtly shifted.

Within minutes, Lin Tian was done.

He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his hair—his signature M-shaped fringe posed a challenge.

“Miss Gan, what do you think of my hair?”

He turned to ask.

No response.

“Miss Gan?”

He repeated.

Turning around, he saw that Gan Yanyu had frozen in place.

“What’s wrong? Is something weird about it?”

Lin Tian grew nervous.

“Lin Tian,” she whispered, her lips trembling slightly.

“I’ve never realized… your style is actually really good.”