Ouyang Guang looked at the ticket in his hand, the gold-plated font was particularly dazzling in the sun. He remembered the information he had checked last night: trainees had to train for more than 12 hours a day, faced language barriers, and had a debut rate of less than 1%. "Teacher Zhang is right." He handed the ticket back, "We are here for a graduation trip, not to pursue our dreams. Being a trainee can't guarantee academic success, and the future is even more bleak."

Zhang Ming's expression softened a bit when he heard him say that. He knew that although Ouyang Guang looked cold, he knew very well what was going on.

"A Guang," Zhang Ming's tone softened, "You decide for yourself.

He Ziqi whistled: "Wow! VIP area! Uncle, you are really willing to spend money!"

He Zilin pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "The market price of this ticket is at least 500,000 won.

Li Zaixun waved his hands: "No, no, this is a reception ticket given by the company..."

Li Zaixun did not take the ticket, but looked at Zhang Ming: "Teacher, I understand your concerns. But this is just a concert, it won't take up too much of the children's time. Besides," he paused and turned his eyes to Ouyang Guang, "some dreams may be missed for a lifetime."

Chen Zheng was so anxious that he stamped his feet: "A Guang! This is Super Junior! How many people dream of going to see it! Just think of it as a special experience during your graduation trip!"

Zhang Ming opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he saw Ouyang Guang staring at the ticket with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Then he looked at the three students next to him who were looking at him with envy, and sighed, "You can go, but you have to promise me: first, you have to show me your ID and work ID; second, you have to be back at the hotel before 10pm; third..."

"Okay, okay, okay! All agreed!" Li Zaixun was so excited that he almost dropped his phone, "I'll ask the company to send the certificate right away! Ouyang Guang reached out to take the ticket and said softly, "Thank you."

Li Zaixun finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled brightly. Zhang Ming looked at the students with a look of happiness and worry.

When diving, Ouyang Guang sat in the shallow water, his white T-shirt stuck to his body because of the sea water. He looked at the sea in the distance, holding the ticket in his hand.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Ming walked to the shore at some point, his tone gentler than before.

Ouyang Guang turned his head, water drops falling from his golden hair: "Teacher... do you think I should give it a try?"

Zhang Ming took off his glasses and wiped them: "As a teacher, of course I hope that I can finish my studies. If you can go to high school peacefully and successfully spend the three years of high school, whether you want to study abroad or enter a domestic university in the future..."

Zhang Ming paused, raised his glasses and pushed them up his nose, then continued, "There are infinite possibilities for people, but there is only one chance like this!"

Ouyang Guang raised his head in surprise and met Zhang Ming's gentle gaze.

Zhang Ming stood up and touched his golden hair, and said softly: "You only have one chance to be young, so don't leave any regrets. But remember, no matter what choice you make, you must be responsible for your own future."

"Let's go, gather! Let's go to the Folk Village..."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was so scorching that it could peel off a layer of skin. The stone pavement in the folk village was so hot that you could fry an egg on it. Chen Zheng hung on Ouyang Guang's shoulder like a dehydrated fish: "A Guang... I'm going to melt..."

Ouyang Guang shook him off in disgust: "Stay away from me." He was still wearing the black cap, and the back of his white sleeveless hooded T-shirt was soaked through, with the skull on it looking like it was crying. The shadow cast by the brim of the cap just covered his frown, but it couldn't hide the beads of sweat dripping down his chin.

"According to the weather forecast," He Zilin flipped through the guidebook slowly, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the sunlight, "the current temperature feels like 38 degrees." He was wearing a light-colored linen suit that was clean and refreshing, and he didn't seem to feel the heat at all.

He Ziqi poured mineral water on his head, shook off the water droplets with a sly smile: "Are some people stupid? Visiting a folk village in the middle of the day?"

"When we made the plan to go on this trip, who was it that said we should come and see the traditional performances?" Chen Zheng's green hair drooped droopily, like a spinach that had wilted in the sun.

Suddenly, a cool drum sound came from the corner. The four of them followed the sound and found a group of tourists gathered in the traditional music experience area. A white-haired master was teaching a child to play the drums, and his technique was so flexible that he didn't look like an old man.