Good Miss Gan Yan Yu

"Ah, this might not be the best,"

Gan Yan Yu said hesitantly.

"Why?"

Lin Tian remembered that Old Mr. Wan Qi also called her that.

He thought it sounded quite friendly and was easy to say.

"Only elders use that form of address for me."

Alright.

Since Yan Yu didn't like it, Lin Tian didn't push it.

"Then I'll call you Xiao Gan?"

"That doesn't sound good."

"Sister Yu Zi?"

"I'm younger than you, aren't I?"

"Gan Yu?"

"Who's that?"

"Lao Yu?"

"What does that mean?"

"In my hometown, if you're very close to someone, we usually add 'Lao' to their name to show closeness," Lin Tian explained earnestly.

"Then can I call you 'Lao Tian'?" Gan Yan Yu tilted her head.

"Let's forget it."

Lin Tian hadn't paid tribute to the legendary king of resilience yet, so he wasn't worthy of the "Lao" generation.

He couldn't call her that, and he couldn't call her this; Lin Tian really couldn't think of anything else to call her.

"Actually, calling me 'Yan Yu' isn't completely out of the question," Gan Yan Yu said, playing with her hair and speaking cautiously.

"Okay, Yan Yu," Lin Tian immediately called out.

"W-wait a moment."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Lin Tian's call, the girl's face instantly flushed red, and she immediately regretted it.

"In normal times, you should still call me Gan Yan Yu, or Teacher Gan!"

In fact, many of Gan Yan Yu's elders and her close friends from the past called her that.

But for some reason, when this address came from Lin Tian's mouth, She felt extremely embarrassed.

It wasn't that she disliked it, it was just... strange.

"You said 'in normal times'—so when can I call you 'Yan Yu'?" Lin Tian asked.

"When we're creating," Gan Yan Yu said softly.

"Okay, Yan Yu."

"I said only when we're creating!"

Gan Yan Yu turned her face away.

"No problem, Yan Yu."

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Gan Yan Yu covered her face, shrinking her head like a startled little rabbit.

Lin Tian smiled.

See?

I told you she was as fun as an NPC.

However, before Lin Tian could bask in his triumph for too long, in the next second, the hands covering Gan Yan Yu's face slowly opened a gap.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared directly at him.

"Then what should I call you?"

"Just call me Lin Tian."

Lin Tian had always felt his name was quite plain, simple and direct, easy to say, and didn't offer much room for elaboration.

"Tian."

Gan Yan Yu suddenly murmured softly.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of warmth, clearly reaching Lin Tian's ears.

Lin Tian's eyes widened instantly, and he felt completely invigorated.

"Will it be strange?" Gan Yan Yu asked.

Lin Tian shook his head.

Gan Yan Yu stood with her hands behind her back, her delicate face shifting between contemplation and sudden understanding, as if savoring a memory. Then, she suddenly leaned towards Lin Tian:

"Tian?"

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"Wait, wait, wait..."

Lin Tian quickly waved his hands. "You should still call me Lin Tian!"

The impact was honestly too much!

Lin Tian admitted that hearing his single name from Gan Yan Yu's lips did give him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

But if she called him that too many times, Lin Tian really couldn't handle it.

He couldn't help but imagine her in the tone of a pampered wife clinging to his arm and acting cute.

Indeed, that kind of address was still too soon!

"Alright."

Seeing Lin Tian's resistance, Gan Yan Yu pursed her lips and stopped.

However, after their mutual confessions, both of them felt much more at ease.

As expected, when you're partners, you should talk things out openly.

Lin Tian didn't forget to ask, as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"So, Teacher Gan Yan Yu, if I stay for a drink now, would that be considered 'crossing the line'?"

"Although I'd really like to drink, it's too late now. Let's do it another day."

"Okay."

That moment of pinning her against the door at the entrance had already taken up over half an hour. It was so late, it wouldn't be appropriate to insist she stay.

Anyway, his goal of having a good talk with Gan Yan Yu had been achieved, so whether she stayed or not didn't matter anymore.

"How about tomorrow night?"

Perhaps feeling that "another day" sounded a bit dismissive, Gan Yan Yu quickly set a definite time.

"I'm making dinner for you tomorrow night anyway, so we can just have a drink together then."

"Sure."

"Mhm, I'm leaving then."

"Bye."

"By—"

Gan Yan Yu turned around and grasped the doorknob.

As she opened it, she glanced back at Lin Tian without turning her head.

Only after confirming she wouldn't be cornered again did the young girl cautiously step out, closing the door behind her.

When the first ray of morning sunlight shone into Lin Tian's room, falling onto his bedsheets.

"Beep—"

"Beep—"

The continuous vibrating sounds felt like a pair of death-summoning hands gripping his neck and shaking him...

Groggily, Lin Tian reached for his phone beside his pillow.

Expecting a call, he instead saw a continuous stream of Douyin backend messages.

He tapped to open them.

Startled awake from his deathbed!

Lin Tian's eyes widened as he looked at his phone.

Can-Can?

It had gone viral?!

410,000 likes, 6.24 million views.

A flood of comments scrolled across the video like a tide.

[God knows how many times I've listened to this!]

[OMG, it's so addictive!]

[This is the first time I've ever liked an instrumental piece this much]

[No, aren't they high school students? How can they be this cool!]

[Hahaha, so funny! They look like they're having a blast!]

Following the comments, Lin Tian watched the video again.

He must have been too engrossed last night, as he hadn't noticed anything wrong when checking the video.

But watching it again now, Lin Tian almost burst out laughing!

In the video, Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu, clearly having a blast last night, played passionately with their clothes still half-damp.

Lin Tian's fingers flew across the instrument, his whole body seeming to shake with the music.

He was like Tom from Tom and Jerry, jumping with every note!

It was like playing a dance game, up, down, left, right, then "bang!" hitting the space bar.

And the usually reserved Gan Yan Yu wasn't much better. As she played the cello, her little head bobbed back and forth. Although the camera didn't capture her head directly, you could clearly see her hair bouncing.

Even through the lens, you could feel the joyous mood in the video!

[Friend, you're always one step behind me, even with the chaff! @XXX]

[Can-Can, even the name is so funny, it's truly extraordinary!]

[This is actually original music, oh my god, what kind of divine Douyin creator is this?]

[I feel like they're genuinely having so much fun! This is the first time I've felt the joy of music so vividly.]

[Sigh, I wish I knew how to play an instrument, I really want to try!]

Lin Tian opened his backend and found his private messages had already exploded.

Among them, a message from an account named [Unive Official] was particularly eye-catching.

[Hello, we are a music copyright company and would like to purchase the copyright to your music for 200,000. May we discuss this further?]