Dragon Qin Cup.
As the most prestigious cello competition in the country, held once every two years, it used an invitation system. Ordinary people had no way to register directly. Each province usually only had two or three slots, recommended by the provincial Music Association and Cello Association.
Aside from the champions of officially held provincial competitions, who could automatically advance, the organizers would also specially invite one or two of the province's strongest cellists.
It could be said that
because of its extremely high entry threshold and brutally unforgiving elimination system,
the Dragon Qin Cup had always been among the most highly recognized competitions in the music world.
Someone who won the Dragon Qin Cup might not necessarily be crowned "the number one cellist in the country."
But the "number one cellist in the country" had to have won the Dragon Qin Cup.
That was the status of the Dragon Qin Cup.
And in such a complicated competition, Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu had already drawn enormous attention both inside and outside the venue before the competition had even begun.
That attention inevitably put immense pressure on them both.
How to choose a piece had become a technical issue.
Although Gan Yan Yu claimed that she had "defeated the stage," Lin Tian still could not trust her completely.
It was not that he did not trust Gan Yan Yu herself. He mainly did not trust her body.
This was the Dragon Qin Cup stage, after all. Lin Tian had to be cautious. If something went wrong again during the performance, they would be eliminated in the preliminaries.
"What piece would be good?"
That evening, Lin Tian sat alone before the piano in his apartment, deep in thought.
The piece had to suit both him and Gan Yan Yu,