Gan Yanyu almost directly sat down beside the piano, merely thirty centimeters away from Lin Tian.
Gan Yanyu sat facing Lin Tian's side.
Dude, seriously?!
How am I supposed to play if you stare at me like this??
It's like during an exam, the invigilator sits right in front of you, sharing the same desk.
You finish filling in a blank, the teacher goes "tsk!".
Complete one multiple-choice question, and the teacher sighs "ai~".
No way can you write like this.
Or it's like you're playing a game, and your ADC teammate practically moves their monitor next to you.
You play a bot, miss one Q, and they poke their head over: "Buddy, let me see what the heck you're doing....."
"Nope, can't play with you watching over me."
Lin Tian quickly gestured with his hands.
If it was a performance, it wouldn't matter.
But for a collaboration, just the thought of Gan Yanyu's gaze on him made him feel uneasy all over.
The pressure was already intense, plus the death glare to the side...
