When the lights in the practice room came on again, two tireless figures were reflected in the mirror. When Ouyang Guang repeated the 37th high leg lift, his eyes went dark, but he was supported by Kim Seung Hyun just before he fell.

"Brother Yixing said that the stage will not let down every drop of sweat." Ouyang Guang panted and said. They smiled at each other and pressed the stopwatch again, letting the sweat soak the floor again.

The autumn in Seoul is particularly cold, and the cold wind whistles and hits the windows of the practice room, making waves of sobs. Ouyang Guang repeatedly practices the new choreography in front of the mirror, and sweat flows down his neck into his collar, leaving dark marks on the floor. Since Yixing left, this room that was once full of laughter and joy is left with only his silent figure.

Ouyang Guang slumped on the floor in the corner, the cold light of his mobile phone screen reflecting his tired face.

During this period, they spent almost all their time in the practice room, mechanically repeating every movement and every line of lyrics from morning to night. However, the high-intensity training did not make Ouyang Guang feel fulfilled. Instead, when the night was quiet, his thoughts and anxiety overwhelmed him like a tide.

"Xiao Guang, take a break." Jin Shengxian handed over a bottle of water, "Your body won't be able to handle this."

Ouyangguang shook his head and pressed the music play button again: "I'm not angry. Brother Yixing asked us to practice a lot before he left, and I can't slack off." His voice was a little stubborn, but also hid the fatigue that was hard to conceal.

Just as they were concentrating on practicing, the door of the practice room was suddenly pushed open. Park Junhao walked in with a few practice partners, with a malicious smile on his face: "Hey, you're still practicing? Even if you practice to death, you may not be able to debut, why work so hard?"

Jin Shengxian stood up suddenly, his eyes burning with anger: "Park Junhao, stop talking nonsense here! If you have the guts, come and compete with us!"

Park Junhao smiled contemptuously: "Compare? What can you compare with me? Just the two of you? Don't forget, Zhang Yixing was deported because of fighting, and he may never come back."

This sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing Ouyang Guang's heart. His originally calm eyes suddenly became sharp, and he walked a few steps to Park Junhao: "Say it again!"

"I say, Zhang Yixing is a waste, and you are the same!" Park Junhao met Ouyang Guang's gaze without fear and said provocatively.

Ouyangguang could no longer control his anger and threw a punch. The two soon started fighting and the practice room was in chaos. Kim Seung-hyun rushed over to help and other trainees also joined the melee.

In the chaos, Sister Minzhi suddenly walked in and shouted, "Stop it! What are you doing?"

Everyone stopped at this point, their faces bruised and swollen. Sister Minzhi looked at the mess on the ground, her face terribly gloomy: "Ouyang Guang, Jin Shengxian, and Park Junhao, follow me to the office!"

In the office, Minzhi severely criticized them: "Do you know what you are doing? Fighting in the practice room is a serious violation of company regulations! Especially you, Ouyang Guang, Kim Seung Hyun, isn't Yixing's behavior enough to alert you?"

Hearing Yixing's name, Ouyang Guang felt a sharp pain in his heart. He lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Sister Minzhi, I was impulsive, and I am willing to accept the punishment. But Park Junhao insulted Brother Yixing, and I really can't stand it."

Sister Minzhi sighed and softened her tone a little: "I understand how you feel, but problems cannot be solved with fists. I will report the situation to the company truthfully this time, and you can go back and reflect on it."

After coming out of the office, Ouyang Guang and Jin Shengxian walked back to the dormitory in a daze. The cold wind blew past, making their cheeks hurt.

"Xiaoguang, I'm sorry. It's my fault that I didn't stop you." Kim Seung-hyun said self-reproachfully.

Ouyang Guang shook his head: "Don't blame you, I was too impulsive. But I can't listen to him talking about Yixing like that, he works so hard..." As he spoke, his voice choked.

Back in the dormitory, Ouyangguang opened his phone and found the chat history with Yixing. The last message was from the day Yixing left. The simple words "take care of yourself" made his eyes red. He hesitated for a moment, but still called Yixing.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. A familiar voice came from the other end: "Xiao Guang?"

Hearing Yixing's voice, Ouyangguang couldn't control his emotions any more: "Brother Yixing, I... I couldn't help but fight with Park Junhao." He recounted the incident, "I know I was very impulsive and couldn't even control my emotions, but I don't regret it!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then Yixing's gentle voice came: "Xiao Guang, don't say that. I know you are doing this for me, but impulse can't solve the problem. You have to turn this anger into motivation and prove your strength to them. I have been practicing in China, and I look forward to returning home early every day to stand on the stage with you guys."

Yixing's words were like a ray of light shining into Ouyang Guang's dark heart. He said firmly: "Brother Yixing, I understand. I will work hard. We all have to work hard and wait for you to come back!"

After hanging up the phone, Ouyang Guang's eyes became firm, and his fighting spirit was rekindled in his heart. No matter how many difficulties and setbacks there are ahead, they will not give up, because they believe that as long as they persist, one day, they will stand side by side on the stage and shine their own light.

And at this moment, what they have to do is to constantly hone themselves and become better versions of themselves during this long wait.