Ouyangguang swallowed the rice in his mouth and said coldly: "What does it have to do with you?"

"You still have such a bad temper." Wu Xun curled his lips and suddenly lowered his voice, "But I advise you not to take it lightly. The end-of-month evaluation is not that simple." He pointed to the distance, where several trainees were sitting and whispering together, "That group of people have been discussing grouping recently, and they might be up to something."

Jin Junmyeon put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "What 㰱xun said is right. The evaluation is not only based on individual strength, but also on teamwork. If you encounter someone who deliberately drags you down, 㱕..."

"So I decided to follow Xiao Jinxun!" Wu Yuxun suddenly put his arm around Ouyang Guang's shoulders, "After all, he's a potential stock that can get an A-grade degree, so can you guide me?"

Ouyang Guang pushed him away fiercely, his ears turning red: "Who wants to be in the same group with you!"

The floor-length mirror in the dance studio reflected Ouyang Guang's tense profile. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared at the evaluation notification he had just received on his phone - the dance song was "Sorry, Sorry", and he needed to perform in groups and prepare a personal evaluation solo.

"What are you looking at?" A sweet voice suddenly came from behind. Wu Xun put one hand on the mirror, trapping him in a small space. "Are you scared by the evaluation?"

Ouyang Guang pushed his elbow back, but the opponent dodged it flexibly. Wu Xun shook his phone: "I also received the notice. From today on, we are comrades in Class D - although I was temporarily demoted."

This made Ouyang Guang stunned for a moment: "Aren't you from Class C? How......"

"You should have been promoted to Class C." Wu Yuxun twirled his dancing shoes nonchalantly, "but after not training for a month, you were sent back to Class D to retake the assessment." He suddenly leaned in, his eyelashes almost brushing Ouyang Guang's cheek, "But it doesn't matter. With an A-grade student like you, it's easy for our group to get first place, right?"

Before Ouyangguang could refute, dance teacher Zheng Duohui pushed the door open and walked in. She glanced at the students whispering in the classroom: "Quiet. Group A, Ouyangguang, Jin Shengxian, Wu Yuxun..."

Hearing his name, Ouyangguang subconsciously looked at Wu Yuxun. The black-haired boy was raising his eyebrows at him, with a very arrogant expression. Kim Seung-hyun, who was sitting in the corner, was waving at him excitedly, with an excited expression.

"The difficulty of the group dance lies in the control of the timing and strength." Jung Yunho turned on the projector, and the complex choreography was played on the screen. "Starting from today, practice two hours more every day."

There were wailing sounds in the classroom. Ouyang Guang stared at the screen, quickly changing dance steps, his fingertips unconsciously gesturing in the air. Suddenly, he felt someone poking him from behind - Wu Xun handed him a note with a scribbled handwriting on it: Stay after class, I will teach you some hidden tricks.

When the dusk dyed the glass of the practice room red, Ouyang Guang found that only he, Wu Yuxun and Jin Zhongren who came to give instructions were left in the classroom. The central air conditioner made a slight hum, and several bottles of sports drinks were scattered on the floor.

"Look." Wu Yuxun loosened the buttons on his collar and turned on the stereo. The familiar prelude sounded, and his body was instantly like a switch was pressed, and every movement was accompanied by a neat pause. The unique movements of the hand-rubbing dance spread from the shoulders to the fingertips, and even the ends of his hair trembled with the rhythm.

Kim Jong-in crossed his arms and commented seriously: "The power is enough, but the center of gravity can be lowered a little at the end. Yangguang, pay attention to the power point of his wave."

Ouyangguang had to admit that with the guidance of the two, the originally stuck movements were indeed much smoother. When Wu Yuxun demonstrated a difficult slide, Ouyangguang couldn't help but say: "I can never do this move."

"Come here." Wu Xun waved his hand, and his warm palm suddenly covered his back. "Use your strength from your chest, and think of your spine as a spring..."

"No, relax your waist a little more." Jin Zhongren also walked forward and gently adjusted his posture with his slender fingers, "Like this, control your body with your core."

With two people correcting him, Ouyang Guang finally completed the whole set of movements. He sat on the floor, panting, with sweat dripping down his chin and onto the back of his hand: "Thank you."

Wu Yuxun also sat down and brushed his arm across his shoulder: "Why are you being polite? We want to be the first group."

Jin Zhongren handed over the towel, his eyes gentle: "Today I will send you the previous practice video for reference. Yu Xun, you should not only guide others, but also seize the opportunity to work on your own solo."

"I know~" Wu Xun said in a long tone, and suddenly reached out to ruffle Ouyang Guang's hair, "Little Jin Xiao has made such rapid progress. If I don't work harder, I will be left behind."

"Ah! One of you calls me Sunshine, and the other calls me Gold!"

"Hey, can you make it clear, my last name is Ouyang, and my given name is Guang, not Ou and Yangguang!" Ouyangguang slapped his hand away, but couldn't help laughing.

"Oh my god! It's really hard to describe light, it's better to say sunshine~"

"You are younger than me and have blonde hair, so you are Little Golden Boy!"

"Or I can call you Xiaoguang like Yixing..."

Why do I feel like I'm at a disadvantage when you guys call me Xiaoguang? Ouyang Guang feels a little weird.

"Forget it, call me whatever you want."

The lights in the practice room overlapped the shadows of the three people, and facing the upcoming assessment, he was suddenly not so nervous anymore - perhaps, with such teammates by his side, he could overcome any difficulty.