Otaku Translation: My Girlfriend Is a Cello Player C171

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Chapter 171: Breaking the Stalemate

Suppress ?

Me?

doubted himself. He had always played a supporting role, accustomed to analyzing and understanding Gan Yanyu’s inner world, always following in her wake.

Now, suddenly being told to take the lead felt overwhelming. Could he really do it?

If their previous duets were about Gan Yanyu interpreting the music while Lin Tian interpreted her, then was suggesting something different. He needed to bypass Gan Yanyu and directly engage with the music itself, entering her world on equal footing. Only then could they truly "converse," and only then would Lin Tian have any right to claim he could protect her.

If you can’t even break through Gan Yanyu’s performance, how can you protect her?

"You’re right," Lin Tian said, clarity washing over him. He had no choice—no matter how difficult, he had to succeed.

"I understand."

Without touching his food, Lin Tian stood up abruptly. "Thank you, Mr. Yao Han."

"You’re a pianist I envy. Don’t let me down," Yao Han chuckled, tilting his head.

"I’ll do it—in the next performance, I’ll protect Miss Gan."

"No, not just that."

Yao Han emphasized, "And…"

"And what?" Lin Tian asked, momentarily confused.

"Crush that arrogant old man’s face!" Yao Han slammed his fist onto the table.

Lin Tian awkwardly gave a thumbs-up, sweatdropping. Wasn’t this guy more fired up than he was? No wonder they’d chosen such an out-of-the-way spot for dinner—he probably feared retaliation if discovered.

"Alright, I’m leaving."

After Lin Tian left, Yao Han took a deep breath, gazing at the untouched dishes before resuming his meal. Moments later, his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he wore a knowing smile, adjusted his expression, and answered:

"~! What can I do for you? Oh, me? I’m just strolling around town; I’ll be back soon."

"Haha, sorry, sorry—I forgot all about it. I’ll definitely attend tonight’s judges’ meeting. With a senior like Mr. Toba present, everything else tends to slip my mind."

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Back at Grandpa Gan’s café, Lin Tian turned on the lights and sat alone at the piano, lost in thought.

The path forward was clear now: suppress Gan Yanyu.

It sounded simple enough.

But…

Standing before him was ’s renowned professional cellist, the prodigy who peaked at debut, the sole heir to ’s greatest cellist , and the musician whose performances bordered on divine madness when she spiraled into her own world—Gan Yanyu.

Facing such a formidable opponent, Lin Tian struggled to feel confident.

He carefully considered his advantages over Gan Yanyu.

First, Gan Yanyu was a pure musician—there was no denying that. Her world was simple, filled with colorful puddings and music wrapped in softness. Like flowing water, it was clean, refreshing, and invigorating. This purity allowed her to immerse herself entirely in her music.

In contrast, what did Lin Tian bring to the table?

His memories of music from his past life?

That advantage was negligible. Those memories helped him connect with the music, but that was already Gan Yanyu’s strongest suit.

Second, his dual experiences as a youth across two lifetimes. While he couldn’t match Gan Yanyu’s emotional depth within the music itself, Lin Tian possessed a broader range of youthful insights that could enrich his interpretation. Many great performers relied on similar techniques.

If Lin Tian could infuse all his emotions into his piano playing, perhaps he might stand a chance against Gan Yanyu.

But even then, it would only grant him the qualification to challenge her. The gap between them remained vast—an ant versus an elephant.

Could an ant ever topple an elephant?

Lin Tian found it hard to believe. From every angle, the odds seemed insurmountable. If the elephant fell, Lin Tian’s first instinct would be to assume it chose to collapse willingly.

Would Gan Yanyu voluntarily fall? She couldn’t even control herself during performances—how could personal willpower factor into this?

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December 26th

Under ’s meticulous arrangements, filming for the MV officially began. The location wasn’t anywhere special—it was Lin Tian’s café.

When the crew, extras, and equipment arrived, the scene became quite impressive. Lin Tian stood aside, watching everything unfold with a mix of awe and reflection. If he were handling the shoot himself, he wouldn’t have splurged on such a large-scale team.

"Mr. Lin, you don’t seem very cheerful," He Zhichen remarked, approaching him.

Lin Tian remained silent.

"Don’t worry. Even given recent events, my calculations suggest your chances of advancing to the semifinals are very high."

Whether it was meant as reassurance or based on actual statistics, He Zhichen continued confidently. Turning to follow Lin Tian’s gaze toward the bustling crew, he added:

"Rest assured—all the staff and extras here are part of our company’s regular production team and trainees. They’ve signed confidentiality agreements, so there won’t be any leaks of your or Miss Gan’s appearance."

"Got it."

"By the way, this hidden gem of yours is fantastic." He Zhichen grinned, looking around the lavishly decorated café. Every corner exuded atmosphere, perfect for filming.

Previously, when watching Lin Tian’s videos, He Zhichen assumed they simply rented spaces and set up makeshift studios. He never imagined they actually owned a café.

"Ah, your masks."

He Zhichen handed Lin Tian two white half-face masks. Custom-made per Lin Tian’s request, each mask revealed only one eye and part of the forehead. Their silvery surfaces gleamed elegantly without appearing cheap—they were stunning.

Wearing these masks during filming lent an air of aristocratic masquerade balls. This was Lin Tian’s plan.

No elaborate sets. No complex plotlines. Just a tribute to , capturing two individuals brought together by fate dancing at a ball. Simple yet effective.

For their first MV, stability was key. Once established, they could aim for grander productions. Lin Tian was confident—even with minimalism, they could create a video guaranteed to melt hearts across the internet.

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