Chapter 91: The Pink Side of Gan Yan Yu
“Eh, maybe?”
Gan Yan Yu herself wasn’t quite sure.
How to put it?
Sometimes girls don’t even know what they’re thinking deep down in their subconscious.
Her initial thoughts were pure and unadulterated.
She cast aside all muscle memory and completely immersed herself in the piece, just pulling the bow across the strings, over and over.
It was like an epiphany hit her.
Lin Tian asked,
“So, how did you feel about that performance?”
The moment he said it.
The young woman’s face visibly turned red.
She curled her fingers around her hair as her long legs gently brushed against each other.
“To be honest… I’m pretty satisfied.”
“How satisfied?”
“At that moment, I felt we created the best music ever.”
After saying this, Gan Yan Yu hurriedly lowered her head in embarrassment.
“Then you’re right!”
With a clap of his hands, Lin Tian exclaimed.
You see, Gan Yan Yu has two major strengths:
First, she plays the cello incredibly well.
But she’s always very insecure about it, feeling like she amounts to nothing, and even using muscle memory to convince herself otherwise.
Second, she’s very beautiful.
Surprisingly, she’s also very self-aware about it, and whenever talking about such topics, she’d throw out statements that go completely against her usual character!
Whenever Lin Tian looked surprised, she’d give him an innocent and naive look as if to say, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m cute, isn’t that normal?”
No one could find fault with it.
Yet, even though these are her strengths, on the outside she accepts them naturally, but inwardly she degrades her music severely.
And now, for the first time, she offered such a high praise for her own music.
Obviously,
“The source of her confidence, which was absent during the performance, must have been the key factor in her success this time,” Lin Tian concluded.
Her discomfort on stage likely stemmed from magnifying every contradictory element:
Audience gazes, stage lights, and the tense atmosphere.
As long as she had genuine confidence in her music, everything made sense.
The only thing that could still harm her was the “lamentation” within the music itself, but that didn’t matter.
So, Gan Yan Yu’s condition was certainly treatable!
Lin Tian’s spirits lifted immediately.
Even if no concrete solution has yet been found, knowing there’s hope alone was enough to get excited about.
It meant,
Gan Yan Yu wouldn’t forever be confined to the limitations of being a cellist with no destiny or conclusion.
A future laid out before her awaits!
“…”
“Lin Tian, shall we attend classes together tomorrow?”
After a brief silence,
Gan Yan Yu yawned, clearly feeling a bit sleepy.
Hearing this, Lin Tian paused momentarily.
“Sure thing.”
“Great.”
The next morning.
Lin Tian stood outside the apartment building with his backpack waiting.
Since he was early, he slowly checked his phone.
“Linh Tian,” a pleasant female voice echoed from behind.
The boy turned around.
Dressed in full school uniform, Gan Yan Yu ran towards him, her backpack slung over her shoulder.
A gentle breeze fluttered past, blowing her side-swept bangs, touching her charming face.
It painted a picture.
“…”
In that moment,
Lin Tian finally felt it most clearly—
High school student Gan Yan Yu was truly starting her school journey.
Approaching Lin Tian, Gan Yan Yu stretched out her hand, palm facing him.
“Can I borrow something from you?”
“What?”
“This.”
Gan Yan Yu raised her delicate finger, pointing at the red string around Lin Tian’s wrist.
“Oh, this,”
Lin Tian untied the string from his wrist,
“It’s already yours, so really…”
“You gave it to me, it’s yours.”
Taking the string back with a light laugh, Gan Yan Yu responded,
“Thanks.”
Then, she bit down on the string with her small mouth, lifting her long black hair layer by layer, gathering it up above her head, and finally securing it with the string, creating a neat ponytail.
It flowed incredibly smoothly, just like a heroine in a Japanese drama.
Next, she turned side to side, presenting herself to Lin Tian cautiously.
“So, does this make me look like a high school student, Lin Tian?”
“As if you don’t dress like this all the time,” Lin Tian chuckled helplessly.
Gan Yan Yu owned many dresses and very few casual outfits. She often wore her school uniform, and today she seemed indistinguishable with only changing her cello bag to a backpack.
“Well…what can I do?”
Feeling helpless herself, Gan Yan Yu continued,
“I don’t want to either.”
Lin Tian raised a finger,
“But here’s where a mysterious and wondrous tool comes in.”
“A wondrous tool?”
Gan Yan Yu looked puzzled.
With surprising speed, Lin Tian stretched his hand behind her head and then pulled back, revealing a small and dainty pink watch.
Gan Yan Yu’s pupils widened in an instant.
“I gave it to you.”
Accepting the watch from Lin Tian, she whispered in awe as she watched the golden hands move slightly.
“You gave me a ribbon before, I thought I should return the favor. I originally planned to give you a hair clip, but since you already have one shaped like a baby lamb, I got you a watch instead. As a student, after all, everyone needs a watch to tell time,” Lin Tian explained.
But before he could finish, two arms embraced him suddenly.
Lin Tian’s head shot up.
Gan Yan Yu hugged him tightly, looking him in the eye, then exclaimed cheerfully,
“Thank you, Lin Tian!”
Her eyes gleamed brightly.
“You’re welcome.”
Lin Tian’s cheeks flushed with heat as he scratched his head.
“Bump. Bump.”
His heart raced.
He felt fantastic.
Letting go, in short order, Gan Yan Yu slipped the watch onto her wrist, raising it high above her head.
Placing it under the sunlight, the glass face reflected a shimmer of light.
“Why did you choose a pink one?”
Gan Yan Yu asked.
She thought Lin Tian would opt for something more mature-looking.
“My room.”
That is, he had already been there.
“G—”
The instant Lin Tian spoke—
Gan Yan Yu’s face flashed crimson immediately.
Quickly, she clamped a hand over her mouth,
“Y-you saw…”
“Yes, the fact that you use something classical and mature to wrap up a pink inner world… It’s quite intriguing,” Lin Tian said seriously, rubbing his chin.
“No! Wrong!” Gan Yan Yu protested, blushing fiercely.
Covering her face with her hands, she felt mortified.
“But…”
Lin Tian paused, smiling,
“If Teacher Gan could be more of a ‘pink’ version of herself, it would make me very happy.”
(End of Chapter)
