It’s just a look up.
The girl’s eyes were no longer confused.
Nannali plucked the strings of her instrunt.
The deep and solemn cello sound flowed slowly along with the music—
"Wow."
Lin Tian was slightly taken aback.
"She adjusted so quickly."
Gan Yanyu couldn’t help but whisper.
Indeed.
Everyone noticed.
Just now, when Nannali stepped onto the stage, she clearly appeared nervous and insecure; her presence while walking was nowhere near her usual self.
As fellow perforrs, this feeling was very clear—it was easy for anyone to see her unease.
However, just by being on stage and bowing her head for an adjustnt...
Did she really regain her composure to this extent?
Moreover, while standing on stage... a place that could easily leave perforrs’ minds blank.
It was terrifying.
Even Lin Tian couldn’t help but exclaim.
If only this ability could have been harnessed earlier for Gan Yanyu, how great that would have been.
But no, on the contrary,
The ability to regain confidence so effortlessly is definitely not sothing any ordinary perforr could possess.
It’s more like...
Etched in her DNA.
It’s the musical heritage pooled from generations of cellists, that inherent pride that commands admiration from all cellists!!
...
Nannali in her exquisite gown, was seated at the center of the stage, playing intently.
Her cello voice was deep, lodious, and rich with changes in intonation...
And during a variation.
The girl abruptly struck the strings and lifted her head.
Her golden hair dancing in the air...
"..."
"How beautiful!"
He Shumo couldn’t help but exclaim.
The "beauty" here did not just refer to Christine Nanali.
It was about the performance, the stage, the music...
Everything felt "too beautiful for words."
Nannali was that magnificent and noble.
The entire venue was focused on her; she beca the most dazzling protagonist at the mont, and no one could look away from her.
Just watching her engendered a feeling of reverence in one’s heart, like appreciating an exquisite piece of art.
Just as she had taken the stage, He Shumo felt her aura disordered...
But once the music started, she seed to beco a completely different person.
As if in a trance,
The girl, dressed in Lolita fashion and with the most eye-catching golden hair in the hall,
Seed to truly transform into a princess of royal bloodline.
Every movent, every note, radiated a charm that made people willingly fall to their knees.
...
"No wonder she cos from a family of cellos..."
Yao Han exclaid,
"I have never seen such ’grandiose’ playing from any other cellist."
Perhaps Yao Han never had the chance to travel back to the 19th century Europe and sit in a concert hall, listening to a performance by Greta Kleden Nannali among the nobles of the ti.
However,
Today, the performance of "Abessa No.1 Grandiose Song" by Christine Nanali,
Truly gave Yao Han a feeling of transcending ti and space...
Yet,
Was Nannali’s music all just for show?
Not at all!
Beneath the magnificent exterior.
What was burning at that mont was the girl’s inner passion...
Nannali looked at the bow in her hand.
Her emotions could no longer be contained!
Gan Yanyu!
I must defeat you!
I will beat you right away!
As long as I beat you here, I’ll never have to touch that damned cello again; I can drop out and go ho, back to that faraway... hotown...
The girl’s mind was constantly repeating this over and over!
She had no grand dreams.
Nor did she want to do anything earth-shatteringly huge.
All she wanted to do after graduation was to open her own clothing store.
To sit at the counter every day, drawing designs she liked, welcoming little girls who ca into the store.
To see girls with the sa hobbies as her, dressing them in little dresses she designed by hand; these were the most beautiful scenes Nannali could imagine...
On the stage, Nannali gripped her bow tightly.
Facing the sea of people before her.
She channeled all the sorrow, unwillingness, and frustration into the cello, releasing it all!
In the sound of the cello,
Carried extre emotions, like a hamr, not fast, but filled with imnse aggression, pounding again and again on the stage, capturing all the audience’s attention firmly!
"Such strong emotional resonance!"
When the climax arrived, Mao Junfeng in the lounge couldn’t help but exclaim,
"Was everything before this just an appetizer?"
Even Yun Qiuxiu, who had been looking down at her phone in the corner the whole ti.
Now also took off one headphone, watching the big screen emotionlessly.
Watching Nannali perform unrestrainedly on stage.
It also excited Lin Tian.
It’s not...
You’re that amazing?!
If to say, their performances were both aggressive.
Yun Qiuxiu’s performance was fast and accurate, like a swordsman with a sharp blade, burning in continuous attacks.
Nannali’s attack, on the other hand, was slow and profound, like a sledgehamr, bringing down all her emotions heavily!
Each release of emotion made the listener’s heart "thump!" with it.
What kind of emotion was this?
Lin Tian looked at the screen, at Nannali’s face.
Those mixed eyes were filled with... longing for the future.
It was hope.
But it seed different from Gan Yanyu’s longing; it wasn’t the end of music...
I see.
Thinking back to the strange words Nannali once said in a café.
Lin Tian had a realization.
Was it for a certain future, that she had to pick up the bow?
It wasn’t easy to perform to this extent.
After all, she’s only 19 years old.
Although one tends to overlook Nannali because of Gan Yanyu’s age, in fact, on this stage, she’s also a young contender.
Lin Tian should’ve known this.
Whether it was the first rankings predicted by the dia.
Or the composite strength list released by the dia after the second preliminary round.
Christine Nannali.
Was always ranked above Yun Qiuxiu!
Now, Nannali has proved her strength.
Her ranking.
Was no fluke!
This Yingqin Cup.
Christine Nannali was one of the top three contending perforrs!!
...
As Nannali’s music approached its end.
The air throughout the venue entered an extrely agitated mood.
"Yes, that’s it... Fantastic!"
In the judges’ seats,
Yao Han couldn’t hide his excitent.
Yun Qiuxiu, Christine Nannali...
Both showed performances on stage that were incredibly stunning.
Yao Han’s hands were on his thighs, trembling non-stop, feeling every pore of his body breathing,
"I want more, a bit more, make even more excited..."
"This is what the Qingjiang Province competition ought to be, this is what the semifinals of the Yingqin Cup in Gan Hua’s hotown should be like!"
"That way,"
"The performances of the next two to go on stage, will be even more interesting..."
"Lin Tian."
"Stop pretending, I know you’re ready."
"It’s your turn to go on stage."
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