The streets of Seoul are also decorated with colorful Christmas decorations, red and green ribbons are wrapped around the lampposts, and the gingerbread men in the windows seem to be smiling.

The days after the winter solstice passed quickly, the songs of Christmas Eve were still lingering in my ears, the warmth of Christmas had dissipated, and the end-of-month assessment had come to an end.

Ouyang Guang stood at the door of the practice room holding the report card in his hand. Looking at the words "Class B Vocal A (6)", "Class C Dance A (3)", and "Rap D Class First", the corners of his mouth slightly raised and then quickly pursed - he stared at the top of the vocal ranking, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the paper.

"Xiao Guang! What are you daydreaming about!" Jin Shengxian jumped out from behind and hooked his neck, his chest heaving violently, "See? I was upgraded to Class C in this dance assessment! From now on, we can love and hate each other every day again!" The boy's hair on his forehead was still stained with sweat, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Ouyang Guang groaned from being strangled, and patted his back with his backhand: "First of all, congratulations to you, the 'quasi-training man'." He deliberately prolonged his tone, "But next time you raid, please take a deep breath first."

"We must celebrate tonight!" Kim Seung-hyun waved the promotion notice and suggested with sparkling eyes, "Let's set off fireworks to celebrate the New Year! Welcome 2010!"

The two walked into the practice room laughing and joking, only to see Zhang Yixing repeatedly adjusting his dancing posture in front of the mirror, with dark marks on the back of his sweat-soaked T-shirt. Wu Se-hun collapsed on the floor, covering his face with his hair and groaning, "Brother Yixing, please let me go... I feel like my legs are not my own anymore."

"Look at them, they got first place in dance in Class C!" Kim Seung Hyun pointed at Zhang Yixing exaggeratedly, and poked Wu Sehun's waist, "Look at some people, they just got second place in dance in Class C and then they are just sitting there doing nothing."

Wu Se-hun suddenly opened his eyes and pretended to pounce on him: "Kim Seung-hyun! If you have anything to say, let's battle right now!"

"Alright, alright," Ouyang Guang grabbed Wu Sehun who was about to rush over and said to Kim Seung Hyun, "Didn't we say last night that we would set off fireworks to celebrate the New Year? It's already this late, and we haven't decided where to set off."

This sentence instantly made the practice room lively. Park Chanyeol appeared out of nowhere, waving his phone in his hand: "I checked! There is an official fireworks show over at Han River Park, but there will definitely be a lot of people." He rolled his eyes and lowered his voice, "But I know there is a secret base where you can watch the fireworks, and there are not many people!"

"Is this true?" Kim Jong-in came closer, "The 'secret food store' you mentioned last time ended up taking us three kilometers around, and in the end we found out it was a closed fried chicken shop."

"It's definitely reliable this time!" Park Chanyeol stamped his feet anxiously, "It's on a small hill near Nanshan Mountain. I accidentally discovered it last week when I was collecting folk songs!"

Jin Yukui stood beside them, still not used to their noisy state.

Seeing this, Kim Seung-hyun put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Brother Koi, come join us! You must have never tried setting off fireworks in the snow. It's so fun!"

While they were arguing, Jin Junmyeon came in with a stack of sheet music. Hearing this, he pushed up his glasses and said, "If we go to Nanshan, the traffic might be congested. Why don't we split into two groups, one group will reserve seats in advance, and the other group will prepare fireworks and snacks?"

"Xiaoguang, Sehun, Kokui, Chanyeol and I are taking up space!" Kim Seung-hyun immediately raised his hand, "We have long legs and can run fast!"

“Then I’ll go shopping with Junmyeon, Zhongren, and Tian.” Zhang Yixing wiped his sweat off his forehead. “By the way, where’s Brother Fan? Should we invite him along?”

The practice room suddenly became quiet. Ouyang Guang paused as he lowered his head to pack his backpack, remembering the scene on the winter solstice when Wu Yifan came to his rescue at the supermarket. Kim Seung Hyun secretly poked his waist and whispered, "Don't be stingy, he was a hero saving a beautiful girl last time."

"Call them." When Ouyang Guang raised his head, the corners of his mouth had already raised a natural arc, "After all, we are spending the New Year together."

Everyone hit it off and quickly split into two groups. At 12 o'clock in the evening, night fell early in Seoul.

Park Chanyeol, along with Ouyang Guang, Kim Seung-hyun, Oh Sehun, and Kim Yo-kyu, formed a "seat-reserving team". They were wrapped in thick down jackets and ran wildly on the snow towards what Park Chanyeol called the "secret hill".

The cold wind blew snow particles onto my face and it hurt, but the boys' laughter was louder than the wind.

"How far is it?" Wu Se-hun was so cold that he kept jumping up and down. "I feel like my toes are almost numb."

“It’s almost time!” Park Chanyeol suddenly stopped in front of a bush and pushed aside the branches. The view in front of him suddenly opened up. The Seoul Tower in the distance was flashing neon lights, and the entire city night scene spread out at his feet like a dazzling galaxy.

"Wow..." Everyone exclaimed at the same time. Ouyang Guang took a deep breath, and the cold air mixed with the crispness of snow rushed into his lungs, but his chest was filled with hot expectations.