"Grandpa?"
Seeing Gan Hua, Gan Yan Yu's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Lin Tian, standing beside her, had expected this, yet he was still stunned by Grandpa Gan's imposing presence.
"We'll be the ones to compete with you!" Tuoba Jianhui said with a smile, draping an arm over Gan Hua's shoulder.
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He really should have guessed.
There were countless cellists in China, but not many belonged to Tuoba Jianhui's generation.
And among those who could keep up with Tuoba Jianhui in performance ability, there were even fewer.
There were even fewer cellists capable of facing Gan Yan Yu head-on.
Gan Hua, Gan Yan Yu's grandfather.
Clearly, he was the most suitable choice.
The reason Gan Yan Yu was so shocked—
Was because she could never have imagined it.
That one day, her own grandfather would actually pick up his bow again.
"Is your body all right?" Lin Tian looked at Gan Hua with some concern. Just a few days ago, he had still been sitting properly in a wheelchair.
He hadn't been putting on an act, had he?!
Was it really necessary to play so many tricks on two juniors?!
Lin Tian grumbled inwardly, while Gan Hua coughed twice.
"I only got out of the wheelchair yesterday. I haven't fully recovered yet, but performing shouldn't be a problem."
After saying that, Gan Hua looked seriously at Gan Yan Yu.
"What is it, Yu'er?"
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Gan Yan Yu fell silent, a hint of struggle appearing on her fair face.
After all,
She had made absolutely no preparations.
And now she had suddenly learned that she was going to face her grandfather in battle—
The person before her was not only her grandfather, but also her cello teacher.
Instinctively, the girl's feet drew back slightly.
Yet in that half-step backward, she