Otaku Translation: My Girlfriend Is a Cello Player C175

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Chapter 175: I Like You, and I Hope You Do Too

When the piano and cello joined the performance, the three trainees playing alongside them felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.

The oppressive force of ’s cello surged forward, enveloped by the relentless drive of ’s piano.

In an instant, a wave of immense pressure washed over the trainees, lifting the music to an almost exaggerated height. The red-haired girl frantically quickened her violin bow, while the two boys struggled to maintain control of their respective instruments.

Yet no matter how hard they tried to keep the music grounded, it continued hurtling forward—like being dragged by two ferocious beasts, completely out of their control, charging ahead with unstoppable momentum.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dong, standing at the forefront, wielded his violin bow with fierce determination, a smug smile flickering across his lips.

Youngsters, he thought wryly, do you still enjoy playing alongside ?

Before actually participating, everyone imagined this as a beautiful experience—a chance to share in the joy of making music with Moonlight and Cat. But now, immersed in the chaos, they realized just how wrong they were.

This was hell.

It was exactly what Zhang Dong had endured before.

Lin Tian, what are you doing?

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As the progressed, Gan Yanyu drew her bow across the cello, her mind slowly filling with doubt.

Why was he playing so aggressively today?

The piano’s tempo grew faster, carrying an intensity far greater than usual. It felt as though Lin Tian was deliberately trying to overpower her cello.

Perhaps he was simply more excited than usual?

That’s what Gan Yanyu told herself. She couldn’t think of any other reason for the overwhelming force behind his playing.

Maybe the earlier duet had heightened his immersion in the performance. If that was the case, she decided, she might as well lose herself in the music too.

Closing her eyes, Gan Yanyu surrendered to the moment.

Seeing this, Lin Tian immediately tensed up.

He knew exactly what it meant when Gan Yanyu closed her eyes—it signaled the opening of her “domain.”

Sure enough, as the chorus approached, the sound of her cello erupted like a blue whale diving deep into the ocean only to rise again with explosive power, churning the seas into chaos. Meanwhile, Lin Tian stood firm, gripping the metaphorical helm of a mighty fleet navigating those turbulent waters.

When the whale roared, Lin Tian extended his fist in defiance.

For a time, the cello and piano clashed fiercely, each raising the emotional stakes higher and higher. Their instruments collided like warriors locked in battle, sparks flying with every note.

Amidst this tempest, the trainees accompanying them were on the verge of collapse. They were like small fishing boats tossed about by towering waves, nearly capsized with every clash between Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu.

“What… are these two doing?” muttered, watching in shock.

This was supposed to be an —not a competition!

What were they thinking? Did they even consider how their playing affected the others?

Zhang Dong recalled the terror he’d once felt under such circumstances. Clenching his teeth, he forced himself to focus, determined not to let down the trust Moonlight had placed in him.

Summoning every ounce of skill, Zhang Dong poured everything he had into his violin, fighting desperately to keep his part from falling apart.

By now, the trainees were visibly struggling. Faces flushed, veins bulging, they played with trembling hands. The red-haired girl looked on the verge of tears, her eyes glistening as she fought back sobs while continuing to play.

The other trainees who weren’t part of the ensemble watched in stunned silence, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.

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Back in Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu’s world, there was no one else—no director, no cameramen, no agents—just Lin Tian gazing intently at Gan Yanyu.

At this moment, the girl was fully immersed, her eyes shut tight, oblivious to Lin Tian’s watchful gaze.

As the music flowed gently but powerfully, Lin Tian studied her profile, his thoughts drifting to a question that had lingered in his mind for some time.

Did Gan Yanyu like him? What kind of feelings did she harbor toward him?

If asked why he liked Gan Yanyu, the answer would come easily enough.

First and foremost, it was physical attraction. How could anyone resist such a beautiful girl who also happened to play the cello? And then there were her quirky little habits. Who wouldn’t be captivated?

Beyond that, it was her earnestness. Unlike Lin Tian, who often took life lightly, Gan Yanyu treated everything with utmost seriousness—including him.

She valued their partnership deeply, taking every casual promise he made to heart. This left Lin Tian unsure. With most girls, such devotion would have been a clear sign of affection. But Gan Yanyu?

She was impossible to read. Even after spending nights at his place, sharing meals, or going shopping together, he wouldn’t put it past her to vanish without a word the next day.

Lin Tian had always felt that he never truly held onto Gan Yanyu. There was never a moment when he felt certain of her feelings, or whether his importance to her surpassed her love for classical music.

So… what if he played like this?

With a sudden shift, Lin Tian infused his piano with tender, unspoken emotion.

This was his advantage. While he couldn’t match Gan Yanyu’s experiential depth in performance, he brought something else to the table—his rich life experiences and deeper emotional perspective. Through his playing, he conveyed his feelings.

This was Lin Tian’s declaration of “like.”

Though still assertive, it carried profound sincerity.

Would she remain unmoved?

“...”

Gan Yanyu’s brows furrowed slightly.

She reacted.

A ripple of hope stirred within Lin Tian.

She was thinking.

Lin Tian went all in.

He was gambling.

Gambling that Gan Yanyu wasn’t someone who dominated emotionally. Gambling that she saw him as more than just a partner.

She must like him, right? The kind of romantic liking one has for a significant other.