Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist

The pop music producer mentioned earlier was already beyond his expectations.

Is there someone even more significant?

"Bai Junze."

Yao Han said this name,

"You have to understand this opponent."

"How so?"

"Your agent, including the entire Music Association, probably hasn't paid attention to this contestant yet."

"But I can tell you clearly, he is the biggest obstacle to your championship win this time."

Yao Han's words were firm and decisive, making Lin Tian a bit incredulous.

What shocked Lin Tian wasn't Yao Han's judgment.

It was that Yao Han knew clearly that no one would pay attention to this contestant, yet still made such a judgment.

Is he that confident?

"I won't say more, Mr. Lin Tian."

Yao Han raised his glass, smiled slightly, and downed the red wine without waiting to see if Lin Tian clinked glasses with him,

"Go handle your matters first, Mr. Lin Tian."

...

...

Lin Tian returned to the apartment.

Standing at Gan Yanyu's door, he hesitated.

Today, he originally promised Gan Yanyu.

In the afternoon, after having lunch with Yao Han, he would come back and take her out to the city to eat something delicious.

But at this moment,

Yao Han's story kept echoing in Lin Tian's mind.

The story about Tuoba Jianhui, the fallen genius Yao Xing, the older generation of classical musicians, and Gan Yanyu's grandfather Gan Hua.....

After hesitating for a while,

Lin Tian still lowered his hand that was about to knock on the door.

Instead, he returned to his own door.

He decided to calm down first, and after thinking it over, he would talk to Gan Yanyu.

Lin Tian input the code on his door.

With a "ding" from the code lock, indicating it was unlocked, the door opened—

"Ta-da!!"

A cute young girl's face suddenly appeared, Gan Yanyu raised her arms, her smile was as bright as a flower,

"Mr. Lin, please accept your new home~"

"..."

Lin Tian was dumbfounded.

The room in front of him looked brand new, even cleaner than when Lin Tian had just moved in with his suitcase. Everything was spotless, and the reflective floor tiles and walls looked "blinging~".

"How is it? Do you like it?"

Gan Yanyu, with her little hands behind her back and wearing an apron, looked at Lin Tian with high expectations.

"Li...like it."

Lin Tian, who was startled, still felt a bit "buzzing" in his mind.

So, when Lin Tian said this.

Gan Yanyu's expression immediately turned a little off.

"So perfunctory....."

Gan Yanyu visibly deflated,

"You must think that it's a new house, no matter how Little Gan cleans it, it will still be like that..."

"No way! How could that be!"

Lin Tian quickly perked up.

He immediately walked into the inner room, looking around.

He then pointed to the floor, showing a surprised expression,

"Look at this floor~ wow!"

"And this window~ awesome!"

"This marble tabletop... oh my, Little Gan, do you see it? It's glowing! Just like your eyes!!"

"....."

After Lin Tian praised everything,

when he cautiously turned his head.

He saw Gan Yanyu with a face that couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Pfft....."

Gan Yanyu finally couldn't hold it anymore, and laughed,

"Mr. Lin, when did you learn to sweet-talk people?"

"I've always been good at it."

"Just like coaxing a child."

"Aren't you a child?" Lin Tian showed a puzzled look.

"Right, right."

Gan Yanyu stepped forward, arms spread.

She hugged Lin Tian's waist tightly.

"Mr. Lin Tian, can you reward the child well later?"

"Could you stop making going out to eat sound so suggestive?" Lin Tian said sincerely.

"Suggestive? What are you thinking about?"

Gan Yanyu tilted her head, and now it was her turn to look puzzled.

"No, I was thinking about pudding."

Lin Tian glanced at Gan Yanyu, his gaze slowly moving downward.

Indeed, much fuller.

"What a coincidence, me too."

Gan Yanyu smiled charmingly, released him,

"Okay, I'll go change my clothes."

After saying this, Gan Yanyu turned around.

Just as she was about to go forward,

at that moment, Lin Tian reached out and grabbed Gan Yanyu's arm.

"Mr. Gan..."

Lin Tian spoke.

Gan Yanyu was taken aback.

She turned around, looked cautiously at Lin Tian.

At this moment,

Lin Tian's eyes were extremely complex, his mouth slightly open, wanting to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat, looking at Gan Yanyu with reluctance and distress.....

Gan Yanyu looked at Lin Tian.

It was almost just two seconds.

Gan Yanyu's expression changed from initial confusion to a slight nod, then to full of tenderness.

"Did Mr. Yao Han say something to you?"

The girl asked softly.

"Yes."

"You knew?" Gan Yanyu asked.

"?"

Lin Tian raised his head in surprise.

His eyes seemed to probe, but Gan Yanyu's increasingly determined gaze gave him the answer in an instant.

"You..."

"Is it about grandfather?"

"Yes."

Lin Tian looked at Gan Yanyu with reluctance,

"You knew all along?"

"I knew a little bit..."

Gan Yanyu sat down on the sofa beside her and said softly,

"That day, when I met the old man in grandfather's hospital room, when he mentioned those things, I had a premonition that when I got to Baijing, these things would be exposed... in front of you..."

That's right.

Lin Tian suddenly thought.

Gan Yanyu, who grew up with Sir Gan.

How could she not know about this matter?

Even if Sir Gan deliberately hid this matter.

How could Gan Yanyu, who is so obsessed with classical music and so knowledgeable about international competitions, not have learned about those past events from other sources?