At nine in the morning, the atmosphere in the vocal music classroom was solemn. Mr. Park Jung-min wore a lemon yellow shirt today, like a ray of sunshine in the dark clouds. He knocked on the piano cover: "Today is a mock test, come by number."

Ouyang Guang was No. 17. He sat quietly in his seat, watching the trainees in front of him go on stage one by one. Some were so nervous that their voices trembled, while others were at a loss because they forgot the lyrics, but everyone was concentrating on showing the results of their one month of practice.

When it was Park Junhao's turn for No. 16, he deliberately chose the song "Like Being Shot" prepared by Ouyang Guang, and even glanced at Ouyang Guang when he sang the high-pitched part.

"Ouyang Guang." Teacher Park's voice suddenly became softer when he called the name.

Ouyang Guang took a deep breath and stood up, his fingers unconsciously clenching the corners of his clothes. He could feel that everyone's eyes were focused on him, especially Park Junhao's provocative eyes. When he walked to the piano, Teacher Park nodded slightly at him.

"Are you ready?" Teacher Park asked softly, his fingers hovering above the keys.

He closed his eyes, and the scenes of practicing late into the night every day for the past month emerged in his mind. The early morning vocal practice, the music theory notes during lunch break, the figure practicing alone in the empty practice room late at night...all of these turned into the confidence at this moment.

"Ready." Ouyang Guang opened his eyes with a firm look.

The prelude sounded, and his voice slowly spread in the classroom. "Like being shot..." The first note was incredibly accurate, and even Teacher Park raised his eyebrows in surprise. When singing the chorus, he felt his breath start to become unstable, but the breathing technique Zhang Yixing taught him suddenly flashed through his mind.

Ouyang Guang adjusted his breathing and focused completely on the song. His voice was sometimes sobbing and sometimes sonorous, perfectly presenting the emotional level of this classic song. When the last high note ended, the classroom was silent for a few seconds, and then burst into warm applause.

Teacher Park smiled, which was rare for him: "You have made great progress, Ouyang Guang. Especially the emotional expression, which is very contagious."

Ouyangguang bowed to express his gratitude, and when he walked to his seat, he realized that his palms were full of sweat. Jin Minjun, who was sitting next to him, quietly handed him a bottle of water and whispered, "Great! You handled the high notes much better than Zhou Yu last time."

Ouyang Guang noticed that Park Junhao next to him curled his lips and whispered something to the person next to him.

The trainee immediately yawned exaggeratedly and said in a voice that everyone could hear: "With this level, do you still want to come to Korea?"

"I sing better than you!" Ouyang Guang raised his eyebrows, looked at them coldly and said, then raised his middle finger and said to them: "Idiot!"

Although Park Junhao and the others didn't understand what Ouyang Guang said at the end, they could guess from the way he raised his middle finger that it was definitely not nonsense!

"Ah, shit! You kid!..." the male trainee shouted angrily, but was stopped by Park Junhao.

Teacher Park tapped the piano: "Quiet! Next one, number 18."

When the class was over, Ouyangguang was slower than usual in putting away the music scores.

Park Junhao and a group of people blocked the door, deliberately discussing the end-of-month evaluation loudly.

"I heard that there will be two elimination spots after this evaluation." Park Junhao looked at Ouyang Guang meaningfully.

"Heh! It's still unclear who will be eliminated!" Ouyang Guang sneered while holding his wrist, then turned and left.

Ouyang Guang is not worried about the vocal lessons. He has been able to get A grades in the weekly tests over the past month.

But he knew he had to work harder, otherwise he might become one of the two people eliminated.

When walking out of the classroom, Ouyang Guang secretly swore in his heart: he must take first place in the month-end evaluation. As long as he takes first place in the month-end evaluation for three consecutive months, he can be promoted to Class B.

In the steaming hot air of the cafeteria, Ouyang Guang poked at the kimchi bibimbap in his bowl, and suddenly felt that the empty seat opposite him was occupied heavily. When he looked up, he was facing Wu Sehun's face with a milk straw in his mouth. His black schoolbag was thrown on the chair next to him, and a gust of wind blew up the vocal notes beside him.

"What a coincidence?" Wu Se-hun deliberately pushed the plate loudly, splashing a few drops of red oil from the fried rice cakes. "The little golden retriever is also eating the chicken set meal?"

Ouyang Guang was still talking when Jin Junmyeon handed over a plate of pickled radish and said softly, "Ignore him. He's always teasing people lately." The trainee wore a neatly ironed white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a silver watch on his wrist. "I made some hot sauce. Do you want to try it and see if it suits your taste?"

Zhang Yixing also picked up a fried egg for Ouyangguang with chopsticks and said, "You will consume a lot before the evaluation. Eat more."

"Ah~, you brothers are biased." Wu Sehun came over suddenly, his eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, "Junmyeon brother, you have changed~ Am I not your favorite brother anymore?~"

Jin Junmyeon smiled helplessly and put another piece of tofu into Wu Sehun's bowl: "You've been on vacation for more than a month for the summer vacation? What are you going to do about the classes you missed?"

This made Wu Se-hun pause. He turned the straw in his mouth for a while before mumbling, "Well, something happened at home." He suddenly kicked Ouyang Guang's chair and said, "Hey, I heard you got an A in the test last week?"