"...Yes, President Nim! Right next to me!...All four of them are very distinctive...especially the blond one..."

Intermittent Korean words drifted into his ears. Ouyangguang didn't hear what he was saying clearly, and turned his attention back to the stage. At this time, the VCR of the concert was playing on the big screen, and the members of Super Junior showed different looks one by one. The screams in the audience gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of cheering drums colliding one after another.

When Zaixun came back, his face was filled with excitement that he could not hide. He kept stealing glances at Ouyang Guang and tapped his fingers nervously on his knees.

"Hey," He Ziqi suddenly came over, his warm breath sprayed on Ouyang Guang's ear, "the way that scout uncle looked at you was like a hungry wolf seeing meat."

Ouyang Guang frowned and subconsciously shrank back in his seat. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the phone, and the screen was still stuck on the text chat interface with his mother. The last message was sent half an hour ago:

"Baby, are you on the plane? Be careful and don't be afraid."

"Guang Guang, why don't you reply to the message?"

"Mom, we arrived in Seoul safely."

"Baby, why didn't you reply to my text message just now? Mommy was worried about you."

"Sorry~, Mom, I wasn't looking at my phone."

"My dear, were you scared of flying again just now?"

"No, mom, I have to continue watching the concert. It's very noisy there. I don't want to chat with you anymore."

"Hey, baby, have fun."

The moment the stage lights came back on, Zaixun suddenly took a leap forward and squeezed into the space between Ouyangguang and Chen Zhengyu. The smell of his cologne mixed with sweat hit Ouyangguang's face, and Ouyangguang had to lean back.

"Kids," Jae-hoon lowered his voice, his Korean-accented Chinese sounding particularly urgent, "Director Kim wants to treat you to a cup of coffee after this." He stared at Ouyang Guang and added, "It's in the VIP lounge next to the gymnasium."

Chen Zheng's green hair exploded immediately: "Really? We can see--"

"Hush!" Jae-hoon looked around nervously, "Don't make a sound." His eyes returned to Ouyang Guang's face, "Especially you, the director-nim is very... interested."

Ouyang Guang's stomach suddenly tightened. The music on the stage started again, but the sound now reached his ears as if through a layer of frosted glass. He saw his reflection distorted in Xun's dilated pupils - an oriental boy wearing a black hoodie and with a stiff expression.

"I don't--"

"Just think of it as a special experience for your graduation trip!" Jae-hoon thrust a gold-stamped business card in front of him without hesitation, the edge of which almost poked Ouyang Guang's eyes. "I will definitely send you back to the hotel before ten o'clock, I promise!"

The business card had the company logo printed in gold, and on the back was hastily written a line of numbers in ballpoint pen. Ouyang Guang suddenly remembered the news he saw last night when he was looking up information - a trainee from an entertainment company jumped off a building because he could not bear the pressure, he was only seventeen years old.

Han Geng on the stage was singing a high note, his clear voice piercing the noise. Ouyang Guang looked up and saw that the man on the big screen had slightly red eyes, not sure if it was due to stage makeup or if he was really tired.

"...I'll think about it." He finally said this and stuffed the business card into the deepest part of his pocket.

Jae-hoon's smile suddenly collapsed, but he quickly cheered up: "I'll pick you up after the show!" After saying that, he hurriedly disappeared at the end of the corridor, almost knocking over a female fan holding a cheering sign.

Chen Zheng was still chattering about which artists he would see later, while He Ziqi had already taken out his camera and started to search and shoot the stage. Only He Zilin quietly stared at Ouyang Guang's tense profile, his eyes behind the lens thoughtful.

Ouyang Guang's thumb slid back and forth on the lock screen button of the phone, and the screen turned on and off. Dad's last unread message lay quietly in the notification bar:

"be safe"