"Seunghyun." Ouyang interrupted him and took out a shell keychain from his backpack. "This is for you."
Kim Seung-hyun opened his mouth wide, and the keychain shone like pearls in the sun: "This... this is..."
"The shells of Haeundae." Ouyang Guang smiled, which was rare for him. "Let's go to the practice room."
The corridor of the training building was still familiar. Passing trainees cast curious or contemptuous glances at him, but Ouyang Guang ignored them all. When he pushed open the door of the D class practice room, several trainees who were warming up suddenly became quiet.
"Hey, are you back from vacation?" a sarcastic voice sounded.
Ouyangguang walked to the bar without looking back and started stretching. Jin Shengxian glared at the man and followed Ouyangguang to warm up.
When the music started, Ouyangguang was completely immersed in his own world. His movements were even cleaner than before he left, and every beat was perfectly timed. Gradually, the whispers disappeared, and only the music and his dancing figure remained in the practice room.
After returning to Seoul from Busan, Ouyang Guang became even more taciturn and devoted himself to practice. He rarely communicated with others except Kim Seung-hyun and Kim Jun-myeon.
Days passed in mechanical practice, and Ouyang Guang became more and more taciturn. The trainees privately discussed this solitary boy. Some said he was arrogant and had a bad temper, while others were jealous of his rocket-like progress.
Only Kim Seung-hyun knew that every time he collapsed from exhaustion during training, Ouyang Guang would always take out his phone, listen to Yixing's unfinished demo over and over again, and hum along: "I will work hard, I will work hard to fly, because I have my family behind me, giving me approving looks..."
"Ouyang Guang is practicing again?" The new trainee pointed at the practice room that was lit until the early morning.
"Don't worry about him," someone said with a frown, "I heard that he was willing to fight for a senior who was deported."
When these comments drifted into his ears, Ouyang Guang was pressing his forehead against the cold mirror. The person in the mirror had wet hair and bulging veins on his neck, but he stubbornly repeated his 78th side flip.
The evaluation at the end of October came unexpectedly. When Ouyang Guang stood in the middle of the examination room and the ceiling lights suddenly lit up, he vaguely saw Yixing's warm smile sitting in the audience.
The moment the music exploded, he combined his longing and anger into strength, waved his body like a snake across his back, and kicked high to shatter the doubts hanging in the air.
There was a sparse applause from the audience, and Ouyang Guang looked for Kim Seung-hyun in the crowd. But when he turned around, his eyes met with Wu Yifan's. The other person was wearing a black mask, and only his eyes were exposed, with a hint of complex emotions flashing through them, and then he turned around and disappeared behind the door.
Time flies, and it's December in a blink of an eye. Ouyang Guang won the first place in the end-of-month assessment in October for three consecutive months. His vocal skills were upgraded from Class C to Class B, and his dance skills were also upgraded from Class D to Class C.
His Korean level has even reached Director Kim's requirements, and now he only needs to take three Korean classes a week, which allows him to devote more time to dance and vocal practice.
Every day, before the first rays of sunlight illuminate the streets of Seoul, Ouyang Guang has already started training in the practice room; late at night, when the whole city is asleep, the lights in the practice room are still on, that is him repeatedly polishing every dance move and practicing every singing part. His efforts have not been in vain, and his teachers have seen his progress.
However, behind this seemingly quiet effort, Ouyang Guang always has a concern deep in his heart. He often looks at his phone, looking forward to Zhang Yixing's news, wondering how Yixing is doing in China and when he will be able to come back.
Snow fell outside the window without knowing when, and Ouyangguang wrapped his coat tightly and walked to the dormitory. When passing by the practice room, he heard Park Junhao's sneer: "Why are you pretending to be noble? You are just a person who relies on fighting to get attention..." Before he finished speaking, Kim Seung-hyun slammed the table and stood up, "Say it again if you dare?"
Ouyang Guang paused, and finally turned and left. Snowflakes fell on his eyelashes and melted into his hair. He took out his headphones and played Yixing's new song, singing along silently in his heart.
He knows that the real competition does not lie in fists and feet, but in a shining stage in the future - at that time he will turn all doubts into applause.
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