My Girlfriend Is a Cello Player-Chapter 97: The Spanish Bullfighting Song
Chapter 97: The Spanish Bullfighting Song
Two hours later, Nanali Christine collapsed onto the couch, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead. Before her, the café gleamed with newfound cleanliness.
"I must be out of my mind to have helped clean this place," she muttered, clutching her head as she slumped deeper into the sofa. Her eyes glazed over, her mind still reeling from the grueling two-hour ordeal. In all her life, she had never labored so intensely.
"Looks good, doesn't it?" Lin Tian remarked, surveying the café with satisfaction. Indeed, three people working together proved far more efficient than just two. What was initially estimated to take three to five hours had been completed in under half that time.
Despite her sharp tongue, Nanali hadn't hesitated once the work began—she'd thrown herself into it wholeheartedly.
"Now, we need to redecorate using the items we bought earlier," Lin Tian announced, glancing thoughtfully at the ceiling.
"No… impossible!" Nanali shot up like a spring, her eyes wide and incredulous. "I'm not doing any more work!"
The past two hours of backbreaking labor had already taken a toll on her mental state. Another round would surely drive her mad. At this point, Nanali deeply regretted coming here and encountering Lin Tian, whom she now considered utterly insane.
"Lin Tian, I think we can leave the decorating for tomorrow," Gan Yanyu chimed in softly. The café was already clean and usable, but arranging and optimizing it for filming required careful thought—a task better suited for fresh minds.
"Mm," Lin Tian nodded, accepting Gan Yanyu's suggestion without argument. Turning his attention to Nanali, he called out, "Miss Lalalai—"
"It's Nanali!" she snapped.
"Right, doesn't matter. Didn't you say you wanted to challenge Miss Gan? I've got an idea." A sly smile tugged at the corners of Lin Tian's lips as he raised a finger.
"What is it?" Nanali asked warily.
"Hold on." Lin Tian stepped toward Gan Yanyu, seeking her input first. "Miss Gan, I've finished composing the new piece."
"Already?" Gan Yanyu looked surprised. "That fast?"
"Yes. I actually planned to record it with you tonight. But if you're willing to play it with her first, it'll help you get into the right emotional zone—it'll enhance your performance."
Gan Yanyu tilted her head curiously. Why did they need to play this particular piece together to evoke emotion? Still, she nodded in agreement. "Sure."
"Why are you asking me about this?" Gan Yanyu asked afterward.
"Well, it means letting her play one of my compositions," Lin Tian replied with a grin.
Gan Yanyu's cheeks flushed slightly, pretending nonchalance. His implication was clear: these pieces were meant solely for her.
"I'm not petty enough to care. There are plenty of covers on TikTok anyway," Lin Tian said lightly. Then, with mock seriousness, he added, "A girl's first time playing something is what truly matters. After that, anything goes."
Once Gan Yanyu agreed, Lin Tian turned back to Nanali. "Viola, come here."
"The piece is called España Cañí—the Spanish Bullfighting Song. It's written specifically for Miss Gan, and she'll be performing it for the first time tonight. Since you're so eager for a face-off, let's use this unfamiliar piece. You'll both play parts together and separately, while I accompany you on piano."
After outlining the rules, Gan Yanyu nodded in agreement. Nanali, however, was utterly bewildered, her brain struggling to process everything.
"España Cañí? What does this have to do with Spain?"
"You wrote it? You compose music too?"
"Why should I even bother playing your composition?"
Questions poured out of her, but Lin Tian brushed them aside. "It doesn't matter."
Arabic numerals were invented by Indians. Moskau (Moscow) was sung by a German band called "Dschinghis Khan," led by a South African singer. So why shouldn't a Zhonghua composer write a Spanish Bullfighting Song?
As for Nanali's other concerns, Lin Tian simply shrugged. "Are you in or not?"
"Fine! I'm in," Nanali growled through gritted teeth.
Playing the same piece made sense—it eliminated the need for judges or referees. Once their music filled the air, the winner would be evident in their hearts.
"Here's the sheet music. Take a look," Lin Tian said, handing over the cello parts. He then moved to the piano stationed near the counter, preparing to warm up.
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Nanali stared at the score titled España Cañí. Her furrowed brows gradually smoothed out as she silently read through the notes.
This… was good.
Even mentally humming the melody, she could tell it wasn't ordinary. Was this really composed by that lunatic Lin Tian? She glanced at him curiously.
Despite the impressive performance Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu had delivered days ago, Nanali had never acknowledged Lin Tian's talent until now. To her, the real mystery lay in how this man had achieved such seamless chemistry with Gan Yanyu in such a short time. Perhaps he was skilled—but Gan Yanyu was nothing short of divine. In Nanali's eyes, no one in the world deserved to share the stage with Gan Yanyu.
Yet now, holding the score in her hands, Nanali found herself intrigued by the man who claimed to be Gan Yanyu's partner.
"We're starting," Lin Tian announced, raising his hands to the piano keys. The urgent strains of music erupted, filling the room. Soon after, Gan Yanyu lifted her bow, joining in with the deep resonance of her cello.
The interplay between piano and cello created a powerful march-like intensity that burst forth immediately.
Ah, there it was.
This feeling.
Months later, hearing Gan Yanyu's cello again sent a thrill through Nanali. This familiar sound—the very one that had defeated her countless times—brought back memories of bitter failure. And yet, she missed it dearly.
Reaching into her bag, Nanali retrieved her own cello. Unlike Gan Yanyu's classic brown instrument, Nanali's custom-made cello featured light-toned wood adorned with elegant vertical stripes and gold-leaf accents, exuding luxury and refinement.
Nanali gripped her bow tightly, her gaze locking onto Gan Yanyu. Her expression shifted, growing increasingly mischievous.
"Watch closely, Miss Gan Yanyu," she thought smugly. "After all these months, I'm no longer the same person."
With a flourish, Nanali drew her bow across the strings, unleashing her cello's voice into the symphony.
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Chapter 97: The Spanish Bullfighting Song
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