[Hot Comment 1] "Isn't this song too bad? Is this the level of EXO?"

[Hot Comment 2] "No wonder some people reported that KRIS ran away. This crappy company can't even keep the source of their music."

[Hot Comment 3] "It's over, we're really going to disband this time..."

He suddenly locked the screen, his chest aching.

Recalling the start of school a few days ago.

March 2nd, Seoul National University opening ceremony.

Ouyangguang, wearing a mask and baseball cap, stood alone among the new management team. The students around him chatted excitedly, but he just looked down at his phone. In the company group chat, his agent had just notified them of an extra practice session this afternoon.

"Ouyang Guangxue?" the professor called his name.

"Here." He raised his hand to signal. The surroundings were silent for a second, and then there was a murmur of discussion.

"Is it really EXO's Ouyang Yang?"

"Wow, he actually came to class?"

He clenched his pen and forced himself to focus back on the podium.

On the third day of school, Ouyang Guang knocked on the door of Ren's office.

"Professor, I'd like to apply for online instruction for some of my courses." He handed over a document that listed EXO's recent schedule. "Due to work commitments, I may not be able to guarantee my attendance..."

He pushed his glasses up, his gaze lingering on his calm face for a few seconds. "You know how demanding Seoul University's courses are, right? Even with online classes, the homework and exams aren't easy."

"I understand." Ouyangguang straightened his back. "I will balance it."

The professor was silent for a moment, then finally signed the application: "I hope you won't regret your choice."

After leaving the office, Ouyangguang leaned against the wall in the corridor and let out a long breath. His phone vibrated. It was a message from Jin Zhiyuan:

"Is the application going smoothly?"

He stared at the screen and suddenly remembered what she asked him that night.

"Will we be together forever?"

Now, he wasn't even sure about his schedule for tomorrow. Besides filming We Got Married, they didn't have time to see each other.

Can such a life really bring her happiness and joy?

…

In March in Seoul, the cherry blossoms have already budded, but EXO's practice room is still shrouded in a winter atmosphere.

The dance teacher clapped her hands and shouted, "One more time! The movement in the chorus is still messed up!"

As the music started, Ouyangguang mechanically danced to the steps he had revised countless times. Sweat streamed down his forehead, but he didn't feel tired, only a dull ache.

During the break, Zhang Yixing walked over to him and handed him a bottle of water: "How is college?"

"It's okay." Ouyangguang unscrewed the bottle cap, "but there's more homework than I expected."

Zhang Yixing smiled, then suddenly lowered his voice: "If you can't hold on any longer, remember to tell me."

Ouyang Guang didn't answer, but just looked down at the water stains on the floor, where the light from the ceiling was reflected, broken and blurry.

Outside the window, night falls, and the neon lights of Seoul remain bright. But EXO's spring seems to be still far from arriving.