Perhaps... at the very beginning, I should have chosen Beethoven's...
Even if he wanted Gan Yanyu to change, it shouldn't have been at the finals of the Keller Cup.
.....
Lin Tian's left and right brain clashed, and his thoughts became more chaotic.
He picked up his phone, lighting up the screen in the darkness:
00:43.
No, I really have to sleep!
Lin Tian didn't want to drag a half-dead body to the competition tomorrow, even if he was just the accompanist.
Lin Tian tossed the phone aside and tightly shut his eyes.
This time, he tried to gather all his thoughts onto his eyes, choosing a position he believed was 100% suitable for sleeping, and forcefully shut off his hands and feet.
.....
Two hours later.
Lin Tian rummaged under the bed for his phone, turning on the screen.
2:27.
"Damn."
Lin Tian completely resigned himself, gazing at the ceiling, muttering with a bitter smile,
"At least Mr. Gan should be getting some good rest..."
"Ding dong——"
