Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist

"We will now distribute the exam papers."

Inside the classroom,

as the broadcast announcement played.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle—"

The exam papers were passed down one by one.

The atmosphere in the classroom was suffocatingly tense, with every student wearing blank expressions and making no unnecessary movements, repeating the actions of passing the papers and glancing over the questions.

"....."

Lin Tian sat at his desk, taking a deep breath.

The pen clutched in his hand felt like a sword poised to strike at any moment.

In the young man's heart, there was an indescribable excitement and passion.

Every previous experience of this feeling was in a competition waiting room.

Now, returning to the once-familiar exam venue again.

Lin Tian felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This sense of familiarity gave Lin Tian a strong sense of security.

During the past six months, Lin Tian felt as if he had been dreaming.

He'd been pulled out of the real world into a brand-new world, where he encountered many challenges, spent each day in anxiety and struggle, and as soon as he conquered one level, he barely had time to rejoice before plunging into the next one.

For Lin Tian, this feeling was both novel and stimulating.

However, a small interlude called the "college entrance exam" in life.

Brought Lin Tian back from this dreamy world to reality... back to his comfort zone.

For Lin Tian,

compared to music, this place was his comfort zone.

So, he might as well enjoy it.

Lin Tian closed his eyes, adjusting his breath.

Slowly.

His heartbeat steadied as well.

"Ding ding ding—"

As the bell rang.

Lin Tian opened his eyes and picked up his pen.

.....

The afternoon mathematics exam.

is the first significant challenge faced by all examinees.

It's a very peculiar subject.

People who excel in math can often solve most of it quite easily, apart from a few challenging questions.

Those who are weak in math feel no pressure since they know their capabilities before the exam even starts; all they need is to get those four points for the initial set theory question to consider it a win.

The truly struggling ones are the vast group of students in the middle tier.

They rack their brains over one or two questions, wearing a mask of pain as the clock ticks on ominously.

Even if they can't solve it, they start by boldly writing a large "solve" on the blank space.

At this time,

students who gave up on this subject early feel quite relaxed.

They can calmly observe the varied expressions in the classroom.

Seeing classmates show signs of despair, frowning with a heroic spirit of "I'll try again next year."

All they want to do is laugh, perhaps even feeling a bit sleepy.

They wish the exam could be even harder so that with everyone's low scores, the value of their one-in-four chance could be higher.

Also enjoying the show, are the proctors, for invigilating a math exam always feels more interesting than other subjects.

However,

in this most representative of college entrance exams, full of the myriad scenes of an exam venue.

The figure of a girl stands out more and more brightly.

She's wearing the Qingzhou Seventh Middle School uniform, with a neat high ponytail.

Her clean face shows no emotional fluctuations.

She remains calm and composed, repeatedly writing down formulas on her scratch paper.

"..."

Stay calm... stay calm... Yanyu...

The girl kept telling herself silently.

Mathematics, is the most important exam.

The questions in front of her... were all explained by Lin Tian before.

Every multiple-choice question looks familiar.

Each function graph seems to have been seen before.

As long as she calms down and writes carefully... she can solve them all.

Believe in yourself, Yanyu!

"..."

At the same moment Lin Tian raised his pen,

Gan Yanyu also picked up her pen!

...

"I am really grateful to Mr. Lin Tian and Ms. Gan Yanyu, for taking the time out in the most intense days of college entrance exam preparation to help me create this song."

"Perhaps, many years later, Moonlight and Cat will have graduated from prestigious universities and become globally renowned musicians, and those days... as high school students helping each other study through many nights, will probably never be mentioned again....."

Anshi Qianxia tightly gripped the microphone, speaking earnestly to the camera,

"However, as a witness, I will use this song to forever record those times!"

"Boom — Tap — Boom —"

As the drumbeat of the tango's signature rhythm began.

Each beat pierced the scratch paper like a compass' needle, reminiscent of the repeatedly crossed-out errors in solving equations.

The band began playing!

Anshi Qianxia, strummed the bass.

The elegant bass lines, increasing by the Fibonacci sequence, climbing from G to D to A#, like a parabola subtly tilting in a coordinate system.

The boy's face broke into a sweet smile.

"The strings are unresolved problems, bows kissing trembling mysteries♫~

You sketched a ruin full of rest symbols on the back of her scratch paper♫~

When the parabola meets the tremolo, the coordinate system starts to tilt♫~

The ambiguity of being one step away, akin to the critical point after derivation♫~

....."

[Wow ... surprisingly good!]

[Huh?? Is this using music to metaphorize math?]

[Hahaha, is Mr. Moonlight and Miss Cat this playful?]

[Just imagining it makes it feel so sweet!]

[Wow... he really captured that romantic spirit of Moonlight and Cat in his singing!]

At this moment,

Zhang Dong, who had just turned on the live stream, was instantly shocked by the scene in the video.