His almond-shaped eyes half-closed in the intense rhythm, the upward curve of the eye ends perfectly matched the strength of the drum beats. Sweat slid down his nose and passed by the faintly visible teardrop mole under his right eye.
After the last drum beat, the practice room fell into an eerie silence.
On the judging panel, three senior judges exchanged a knowing look.
Minister Park was the first to take off his headphones, his voice full of undisguised amazement: "Your pitch is like a precise instrument, but what's even more rare is the sense of story in your voice. Especially the pitch change in the chorus, it reminded me of Kim Junsu when he just debuted."
Team leader Jin placed her hands on her chin, her eyes burning, "Although your dance foundation is weak, your body expression is amazing. Every look, every turn, has an innate sense of the camera." She suddenly turned to the other judges, "Did you notice? Even the angle of his sweating is perfect."
Director Li pushed up his glasses, his eyes sparkling with brilliance behind the lenses: "The most valuable thing is the stage aura. When you sit in front of the drum set, the airflow in the entire space changes."
Minister Park added: "The range test shows that you can easily control two octaves, and your voice has both the clarity of a teenager and the magnetic thickness beyond your age. However..." He paused meaningfully, "The most deadly weapon is still your eyes."
Team leader Jin couldn't help but stand up again and walked in front of Ou Yangguang: "You know what? In the camera, your eyes have a magical power - the color of your pupils is a rare amber color, and in the sun, they will glow like honey-like gold, but the pupils are so dark that you can't see the bottom."
Minister Park finally wrote a comment on the evaluation form: "A natural artist. Pitch is A+, rhythm is S-level, and camera expression is SS-level. It is recommended to focus on vocal training and develop visual characteristics at the same time."
Team leader Kim wrote in the dance review column: "Body coordination A, flexibility B, but stage performance S+."
Director Li took off his glasses and wiped them: "You passed"
Team Leader Jin has already dialed the number: "Director Jin, you really should come and see the performance of No. 01 in person..."
When Ouyang Guang walked out of the examination room, the corridor was already crowded with staff members who had heard the news. Everyone was whispering: "Did you see those eyes?" "It's like a work of art..."
I don't know who started it, but the applause was like a tide. Through the gap in the crowd, he saw Chen Zheng exaggeratedly giving a thumbs up, He Zilin rarely smiled, and He Zilin blew him a kiss.
At this moment, Ouyang Guang finally understood that his fate had changed from the moment he stepped into the door of SM.
——He was born to stand in the spotlight and let the whole world fall in love with him.
In the lounge, Ouyang Guang's fingertips were slightly hot from beating the drums. He Zilin handed him a bottle of mineral water: "Have a drink."
Half an hour later, Li Zaixun rushed in excitedly: "Accept A-level! Director Jin wants to meet your parents in person!"
At 11:00 am, at the arrival hall of Incheon Airport, Ouyangguang spotted his parents at first sight. His father, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, stood out in the crowd. His well-tailored suit outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His mother wore a gentle beige dress, which was so beautiful that people could not take their eyes away. Lawyer Wang, who was beside him, was carrying a professional briefcase with a serious expression.
"Dad, Mom." Ouyang Guang trotted over.
Peng Xiuhuan hugged him tightly, and the delicate scent of jasmine on her body wafted into his face. Ouyang Zhenhua stroked his golden hair and said, "Let's go and see the training room you came from."
In the reception room of SM Company, Director Jin's attitude was much gentler than last night. When Lawyer Wang was checking the contract with a professional magnifying glass, Ouyang Guang noticed that the corner of Director Jin's mouth twitched.
"Article 7 needs to be revised." Lawyer Wang's voice was calm and professional.
"Article 13," Ouyang Zhenhua's deep voice sounded, "You must ensure your studies."
After three hours of negotiation, when Attorney Wang finally nodded, the sun was setting outside the window. Director Jin personally escorted them to the elevator: "Next Monday at 8 o'clock, don't be late."
On the taxi back to the hotel, Peng Xiuhuan held Ouyangguang's hand tightly, as if her son would disappear if she let go. Her slender fingers gently stroked the thin calluses on her son's knuckles from practicing drums, and the corners of her eyes were still wet from signing the contract with SM Company just now.
"Does it hurt?" Mother suddenly asked, stroking the tiny calluses with her thumb. The neon lights outside the car window cast changing colors on her gentle face, making her phoenix eyes, which were exactly the same as Ouyang Guang's, even more gentle.
Ouyang Guang shook his head, his blond hair swaying slightly in the cold air from the air conditioner: "I was so engrossed in playing the drums that I forgot about it." He subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but stopped when he saw his mother's red eyes.
Ouyang Zhenhua sat in the co-pilot seat, his broad shoulders making his suit look sharp. He kept looking out the window at the Han River, where the reflections of the lights on the cruise ships on the river were torn apart and reassembled by the current. "Guangguang," he suddenly spoke in a low and hoarse voice, "There are still a day until next Monday. Your mother and I will stay here to accompany you for a few days."
"Dad... I can do it alone!" Ouyangguang subconsciously straightened his back, his blond hair swaying gently in the wind. He thought of the Korean trainees he saw in the SM practice room yesterday. Many of them started training alone at the age of thirteen.
Peng Xiuhuan chuckled and ran her fingers through her son's soft blond hair. It had only been dyed a few days ago, but the roots of his hair were already faintly visible. "Yes, baby," she said in a gentle voice, as if she was coaxing him when he was 18. "Your 14th birthday is coming soon. Can mom and dad celebrate your birthday in advance?"
Ouyang Guang was stunned. In the rearview mirror, he saw his eyes wide open - the almond-shaped eyes inherited from his mother were full of surprise. "It's still a long way to my birthday on August 8th of the lunar calendar," he muttered, suddenly realizing that this was his first birthday in a foreign country.
The lights of Seoul Tower gradually lit up in the twilight. Ouyang Guang touched the white jade Guanyin statue on his neck, and the slightly cool touch slowly became hot in his palm.
He knew that a new chapter of life was about to begin.
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