Chapter 337: There is no one around Nanali anymore

"Christine, I think you should understand the current situation, right?"

Inside a luxurious hotel in Baijing.

In the room.

Video call interface on mobile phone.

A noble lady sat on a chair, the oak paneling behind her glowing a whiskey-amber color. It was the study of an old London house—Nunally had knelt under those reliefs to practice the piano until her knees were bruised and bleeding.

The pair of eyes that were 90% similar to Nunnally's were looking at the girl calmly.

"After this September, when this competition is over, you should drop out of school as we ask you to do and return to the UK. We will arrange the best music school for you."

"I understand, Mother."

Nunnally put her hands on her knees, looking uneasy and speaking in a low voice,

"But the game isn't over yet, is it?"

Nanali raised her head slowly, not daring to meet her mother's gaze on the screen.

"If I win this time."

"If you win, I will keep my promise."

The woman said.

At this point, a hint of helplessness and a sigh inadvertently flashed across the woman's face.

In fact, she didn't want to make such a bet with Nunnally.

She never considered for a moment letting Nunnally give up the path of music.

After all, she is so talented.

It's a pity that this guy is always so selfish, with only himself in his mind. He has never realized what his talents can bring to the family. Sometimes she really doubts whether the blood flowing in her body is really the blood of the Nanali family?

But, since Nanali's father agreed to Nanali's bet - as long as she defeats Gan Hua's granddaughter head-on, he will allow her to go to the Academy of Fine Arts and choose the life she wants.

Well, as a mother, Kellyanne Nunnally wouldn't say anything either.

Gan Yanyu, Kelly Ann has seen that child's performance.

That's the perfect cellist, she's perfect in every way.

Her passion for music is unmatched.

Gan Hua has a good granddaughter.

Just based on Christine now.

As a loser who has never had a passion for music, Kelly Ann knows how difficult it is.

But, this is not something she should consider.

Looking at the uneasy Nanali in the picture.

Kellyanne's expression was cold.

Just briefly said,

"I will be there to watch your match in the semi-finals."

Hear this.

Nunnally looked up sharply.

His face turned pale instantly.

"Mother, are you coming in person?"

"Well, your father doesn't have time, so I'll be there on my own."

Kelly paused and said, "If you can't even make it to the semi-finals, there's no need for me to buy a ticket to Baijing. You can just come back by yourself."

“.”

In Nunnally's silence.

The video call ended.

Looking at the empty hotel room, Nanali covered her head and slowly squatted on the ground.

Her pupils were trembling violently.

That woman is coming.

Kellyanne Nunnally that horrible woman.

Almost the moment the sound was heard.

Countless fragments of memories flooded into Nanali's mind.

[Nunali, are you studying hard?! How did you become like this?!]

[You are such a disgrace to the Nunnally family. I think you should go to the zoo and let that hippo bite your head to clear your mind!]

[Damn it, Christine. Do you know that your talent is what many people dream of? Why waste your life? ]

Wasting one's life? In Nunnally's opinion.

The moment she picked up the bow, her life was wasted.

Why? Since I was born, I have been forced to do things that I don’t like at all.

What talent? If any of you like it, just take it. Why do you force it on me? And then force me to do those things.

Nanali didn't understand, she really didn't understand. All the lingering memories of her childhood came flooding back to her.

Those violent and unbearable words that once rang in my ears echoed again and again.

Her mother rarely insulted her directly or using harsh language.

But they would keep putting pressure on her with seemingly calm words over and over again. Such cold humiliation was sometimes more painful than direct insults.

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Nunnally's eyes soon became moist.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at the photo frame on the table.

The photo shows the stage of Qingjiang Cultural Center.

She, Bai Xi, Yun Qiuqiu, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu took a photo after the concert.

Gan Yanyu is smiling brightly in the photo.

If there is anything that Nanali feels happy about after embarking on the path of music.

Probably, it was the time when I met Gan Yanyu.

She envied Gan Yanyu, envied her purity and her devotion. At the same time, this envy turned into liking. She liked her kindness, her gentleness, and her gentle comfort every time she defeated herself.

“.”

I'm sorry, Gan Yanyu.

This is my last chance.

Nunnally stood up and stroked the frame.

Maybe you have a reason to win the game.

But even if you lose the game, you still have Lin Tian, ​​and you can have another chance in two years.

But there is no one around me anymore.

There is no turning back in my life. Nanali placed the photo upside down on the table, turned around and put on her cello bag.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he walked towards the gate without looking back.

Baijing International Concert Hall.

Backstage, in the independent lounge.

Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu have already arrived.

Gan Yanyu recited the music score over and over again as usual to ensure that there would not be any possible playing mistakes.

Lin Tian's mentality was more relaxed.

During these few days, Lin Tian hardly trained at all, and was just focusing on training his mentality.

How to exercise specifically: probably just eat, drink and have fun.

After all, it is the first time to participate in the national competition. For Lin Tian, ​​relaxing is sometimes more important than training for a few more days.

Gan Yanyu was not so brave. She even dragged Lin Tian to practice piano together until the night before arriving at the scene.

"Oh, here we go."

Followed by Gan Yanyu's slightly surprised voice.

Lin Tian looked at the big screen.

The stage lights gradually brightened, and a three-dimensional ink-and-wash animation of a dragon circling a cello appeared on the large screen in the background.

The prelude of "Dragon Totem" played by the symphony orchestra gradually began.

At this moment, in the magnificent hall.

The hostess walked onto the stage and raised her hand gracefully.

"At this moment, what you see is not only the dragon pattern that has been flowing for thousands of years, but also the beating pulse of the cello art of the Celestial Empire."

"Welcome to the 2025 "Longqin Cup" National Cello Competition!"

(End of this chapter)