### Chapter 117: Financial Guru
Back at Lin Tian’s place, Gan Yan Yu indeed received a text message on her phone.
[.]
A whopping 100,000 RMB.
Not a penny more, not a penny less.
It had been transferred into Gan Yan Yu’s account.
When Lin Tian saw it, he couldn’t hold back his emotions.
Dammit, 100 grand!
Was this what a high school student should be getting as pocket money?!!
What was that about struggling with Gan Yan Yu earlier? How absurd!
His first bit of fortune? It took him ages to build up his fanbase, personally negotiating deals, discussing pay, testing products, and finally churning out a hit video to earn those 100,000 RMB with considerable effort.
But all Gan Yan Yu had to do was nod slightly.
Boom! The check was sent over. She didn’t even have to ask!
All she needed to do was stay silent while the money just poured in, and even entertain her father to boot!
Remembering their serious discussions about saving money…
Lin Tian started to wonder what exactly Gan Yan Yu thought of him.
It was like a princess who ran away met a dirt-poor adventurer, embarking on an epic journey.
When the adventurer finally dug a measly potato from the dirt and shouted, “We have food!”, the princess rejoiced, clapping happily:
“Lin Tian is amazing!!”
“Lin Tian is so cool!!”
“We’re rich now!!”
“. ”
Seriously!
Wasn’t she supposed to be the one providing emotional support, while he was the real adventurer?
Though this train of thought might be a bit off. Gan Yan Yu may never have seen herself as some sort of princess.
But still, the fact that she could rely on someone to come get her with a nod really set people wondering.
It reminded Lin Tian of an old acquaintance—someone who said if singing didn’t work out, they’d have to go back and inherit a vast fortune.
“—”
“Gan Yan Yu, check your WeChat,” Lin Tian said.
Gan Yan Yu snapped her attention to him. He opened his phone to see a transfer pop up on her WeChat page.
[100000]
“You… Why did you transfer this to me?”
“With all this money, I don’t know what to do with it.”
She looked up at the ceiling, “Isn’t everything normally bought by you? We use it together anyway, right?”
“It’s different.”
Lin Tian had built up every income he had, including system rewards and sponsorships. Some of these funds included Gan Yan Yu’s work.
In other words, they had earned it together and shared the load.
But this money was from Gan Yan Yu’s dad for her living expenses.
“It’s her own money.”
He refused to take it.
“You can’t, just keep it for yourself!”
It was 100,000 RMB.
He started to return the transaction.
Gan Yan Yu moved closer, grabbing his arm,
“We need recording gear, remember?”
“Yeah.”
“Just use it, and pay me back later.”
“But it’s from your dad…”
“Gan Yan Yu trusts you, though.”
She clasped her hands together, smiling softly, “Just hold onto it, and buy me nice things in return.”
“…”
Fine.
With that said, he clicked the receipt button.
“So…”
Seeing the money transferred, she suddenly widened her eyes at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“We have money now, can we… get two puddings tonight?”
Gan Yan Yu whispered.
“Fool, it’s your money, so why not?”
Lin Tian chuckled.
Of course, he wanted to spend money. But giving it all and then asking his opinion seemed… odd.
Ten grand, she could eat for days even if she only kept a little.
Or maybe she enjoyed seeing him spend?
“How about we order something later, whatever you want.”
Most sweets didn’t taste good at home, but pudding wasn’t bad.
“OK.”
She grinned quickly.
—
However, Lin Tian was curious now.
What did she talk about with her parents?
When returning, her dad had given her a strange look.
And Gan Yan Yu had glanced away when he asked.
So he asked:
“How’s the practice going?”
She suddenly stopped her happy chatter.
“Not great.”
“You already submitted the piece?”
“Yeah.”
“That means you need to hurry!”
Recording videos was one thing. But if he hadn’t figured the piece out by competition time, big trouble.
But he didn’t want to pressure her too much.
For a girl, stress was a no-no.
Since he had time now, he sat down,
“Lemme hear what you’ve got so far.”
“I left my cello behind…”
“Next time then.”
She slipped out the door.
As the door closed, she popped her head back in again,
“Don’t worry Lin Tian, I won’t slow you down! You’ve gotta work hard too!”
“Okay.”
Her head withdrew. A few seconds later, she leaned in once more,
“When we order dessert later, can you drop it off at my place?”
“You bet.”
Door slammed.
Leaving Lin Tian baffled.
She doesn’t seem to be doing well with training.
But he had no time to follow up for now.
—
Wednesday.
17 days before the art exams, 12 days before the Star Cup starts.
Xingye Music Academy.
The empty piano room was filled with beautiful piano sounds.
“—”
The melody stopped.
Lin Tian collected himself, looking to Gao Zhen Yang who watched him intently.
Gao Zhen Yang stroked his chin, deep in thought,
“It feels… lacks soul.”
“Soul?”
“Yes.”
Gao continued, “Mr. Lin, your piano skill has solid technical proficiency, up to professional standards. But, for top form in auditions, you lack something… Imagination?”
“Imagination?”
Lin Tian felt dazed.
These artists used fancy words.
Last week, he memorized all music theory terms. That was easy.
Yet, during his performance test, things were tough.
He relied on the system for perfect replication, which isn’t easy.
But soulfulness? Imaginativeness?
That was a stretch.
“You often play your own pieces, and usually support Gan Yan Yu’s cello.”
Gao noted.
“True.”
Since gaining that skill card, it was for Gan Yan Yu’s cello accompaniment.
He never learned piano systematically; he improvised based on her playing.
Now as a lead performer, he felt awkward.
“Perhaps learning Gan Yan Yu’s style could help.”
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