Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist

"You just want money, don’t you? I’ll give you as much as you want, stop washing and come with me to the hotel!"

"Fucking hell! Pretending to be so decent?! Isn’t this what you do for money?!"

"Stupid bitch, think you’re all that with your glittering diamonds?! Get lost!!"

...

Qingzhou City, a certain community.

At five in the morning, 24-year-old Zhang Yan carried her crossbody bag, heading home from work.

On her face, the imprint of a slap from a recent client still remained.

This time of day was when the city was at its quietest.

The streets of the community were silent, a sea of darkness stretching across the towering buildings, only occasionally punctuated by the light from one or two houses—perhaps belonging to kids staying up late playing video games.

Those finishing their shift at this hour were probably what people refer to as the fringes of society...

Zhang Yan pushed open the door to her home, and no sooner had she taken off her shoes when cursing came from the living room:

"Yo, off work now? Little whore, how was business today?"

"Just keep at it, take advantage of your charm while you can. Once you’re older, I want to see which normal man would want you!"

"When that time comes, just wait to marry some divorced domestic abuser! Even if you get beaten to death, I won’t care!!"

The speaker was Zhang Yan’s father.

A 50-year-old man, accomplishing nothing, burdened by hundreds of thousands in gambling debts.

Zhang Yan had already grown accustomed to her father’s verbal abuse.

"I have no plans to get married."

She merely responded indifferently and retreated to her own room.

However,

after closing the door, Zhang Yan collapsed to the floor.

Tears, uncontrollable, started to flood out.

Those words from before, how could she not be aware of them?

A father buried in gambling debts, a hospitalized sick mother, and a younger brother still in school.

If not for her shouldering the burden, who else would take it up?

All she could do was to maintain her dignity in front of men who were willing to pay to sleep with her.

But that dignity earned her no respect...

Ever since she entered this line of work, she knew her life would be devoid of love.

Things like marriage had become nothing more than a luxury.

Gazing out the window of her room, the bustling metropolis sprawled before her eyes.

Yet within this vast city, she found nowhere to belong...

Zhang Yan tried to compose herself and returned to bed, unable to sleep; she started browsing her phone.

Dance videos, risque sketches, social media influencers.

The same nourishment-lacking short videos as always.

Occasionally mixed with movie explanations that dragged on for 20 minutes.

Zhang Yan couldn’t see the point in watching these, but it was only during these moments scrolling through Douyin that she could briefly escape from her life.

One after another.

Her finger kept swiping down.

Then, Zhang Yan’s finger halted.

A video caught her attention.

A girl in a school uniform holding a cello, seemingly about to perform.

Perhaps attracted by the school uniform, Zhang Yan didn’t swipe away.

After all, her own job was...

Cosplaying as a high school girl to wash feet.

Technician No.7, that was her name in the eyes of others.

People like her, they weren’t meant to have names.

Seeing the video of the high school student, Zhang Yan suddenly remembered the young couple she had encountered a few days ago.

The girl was genuinely beautiful and made a strong impression on Zhang Yan.

From her, Zhang Yan realized what a true high school girl was supposed to be.

After that day, Zhang Yan worked hard to study and review, finally managing to grasp a hint of the essence.

It was this very hint that made her business surge in recent days, with numerous bosses now seeking her out for her foot-washing services.

Today, one boss, going to great lengths and spending a lot, had tried to take her away...

She ought to have been happy, but instead, Zhang Yan felt more and more despondent.

She started to question whether the path she’d chosen was the right one.

Seeing the girl in the video, her heart filled with an intense yearning.

If she were a true high school girl, perhaps her destiny would have been different...

Sadly she only attended vocational high school, and vocational isn’t considered high.

"♫~"

As the girl in the video began to play her cello.

A soothing melody started to echo in Zhang Yan’s room.

Zhang Yan was instantly spellbound.

What kind of beautiful tune was this?

Gentle and affectionate, like a pair of hands softly caressing the tear stains on Zhang Yan’s face.

Like love itself.

Making one immerse without even realizing.

In the dim room, beneath the cold covers.

Amidst this supremely beautiful piano sound, Zhang Yan lying in bed thought of many things.

Once upon a time, she too was a girl harboring beautiful yearnings for love.

Longing for the sweet romance found in love stories.

In fact, she did have a relationship.

From vocational high school until she graduated, it lasted three years.

But when she chose to go to Foot Washing City, that man who had stuck with her for three years asked to break up after his persuasion proved fruitless.

She had cried her heart out over it.

But why had she become so numb now...

Zhang Yan’s heart was bleeding.

As the music reached its climax.

The piano sound, once passionate, now fell softly like whispers.

Zhang Yan was deeply moved.

This world clearly still held so many beautiful loves, waiting for her to discover!

So why, why could she only willingly be society’s leftovers?

Was there truly no other path for her to take?!

Finally, unable to contain herself, Zhang Yan sat up from the bed.

She kicked open the door and looked at her father smoking in the living room.

Biting her lip, she choked up and said,

"After this month, I’ll resign!"

"From now on, I can’t help you pay off gambling debts anymore!"

...

Using all her strength to say this,

Zhang Yan returned to her room and opened the video again.

Only then did she notice the description below the video.

The song was called... "Ode to Love"?

What a beautiful piece.

The girl’s name is... "Cat"?

This "Cat," though her face was not shown, gave Zhang Yan a feeling.

She must be another girl with the vibrancy of youth, just like the girl from that day, right?

Excellent cello performance.

Beside her, there must also be a love as beautiful as this piece of music.

...

The next day when Lin Tian got up from bed, he was surprised to find his Douyin backend had become "99+".

He quickly opened his creator backend.

23,000 likes, 110,000 views, comments had reached over 6,000.

Lin Tian was shocked.

This like to comment ratio was extraordinary.

Normally, the number of comments should be one-twentieth of the view count, or one-tenth for the better ones.

But when the ratio far exceeded these numbers, even reaching over a third—

Aside from those close to meeting King Yan, there were generally only two possibilities.

Either the comment section was in total chaos with passionate conflicts,

Or the video quality was truly awesome.

Lin Tian admitted that when he clicked on the video, he took a gamble.

[Wow, I can’t believe I stumbled upon such a high-quality performance video on Douyin!]

[Even a mongrel like me feels elevated.]

[I’ve got goosebumps! Is this too good to be true?!]

[I saw the most beautiful aspect of love in just one song...]

[It’s an original piece, is there an expert who can analyze what level this is? I’m just a simpleton and I think it’s incredible!]

[....]

The dense barrage of comments slowly floated by.

At this moment, Lin Tian finally confirmed.

The video had gone viral!