In the waiting room, Ouyang Guang sat quietly in front of a makeup mirror, allowing the makeup artist to draw sharp lines on his face and gently sweep the makeup brush across his brow bones, deepening the already three-dimensional contours.
When he opened his eyes, the light was a little dazzling. His eyeliner was slightly raised, making his amber eyes look even colder. The shadows of his brow bones and nose bridge deepened, making his whole face look more three-dimensional and sharp.
"SUN, lift your chin slightly." The makeup artist said softly.
Ouyang Guang said "hmm" lightly and raised his face slightly. Although he was just sitting, it seemed that he had an invisible barrier that made people dare not approach easily.
Ouyang Guang inadvertently caught a glimpse of Wu Sehun who was secretly eating his snacks in the mirror.
"Yeah." His voice was not loud, but it made the entire waiting room quiet for a second.
Wu Se-hun puffed up his cheeks and stood there stiffly, like a hamster that was caught stealing food. Ouyang Guang held out his hand: "My chocolate pie."
"I only ate one..." Sehun muttered softly, but still took out the remaining ones from his pocket obediently.
Ouyangguang took the chocolate pie, took a bite of one, and shared the rest with other members.
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"Kids, cheer up." The manager clapped his hands, signaling the members who were playing to gather, "Now I'm going to take you to greet the seniors who are participating in the recording today."
Ouyang Guang quickly stuffed the last bite into his mouth and wiped the corners of his mouth hastily. Jin Junmyeon helped him straighten his crooked collar and whispered: "Remember to bow 90 degrees later."
In the corridor, the agent was at the front, with seven girls following behind him in two rows.
People come and go, and many staff members and artists can't help but look at Ouyang Guang twice when they pass by. This young girl has impeccable beauty and figure. Although she is only seventeen years old, she has an aura far beyond her age. She is cold and aloof, like a sword drawn from its sheath, with its edge exposed and impossible to ignore.
At the door of the first waiting room, the manager knocked gently: "Hello, seniors, we are the new group EXO-K who will be performing today."
"1,2,3, we are EXO! Please take care of us!" The members bowed 90 degrees in unison.
The seniors responded in a friendly manner: "Wow, they are all so handsome." "So handsome!" A female senior came up to Ouyangguang and said: "You are the Chinese youngest, right? You are so handsome."
Ouyang Guang didn't expect to be called out, frowned, and immediately bowed again: "Yes, hello, senior."
"You're so shy." The senior smiled and wanted to pinch his face. Ouyang Guang subconsciously shrank back and bumped into Wu Sehun behind him.
After visiting several waiting rooms in succession, Ouyang Guang gradually relaxed. A senior recognized him and said, "Ah! You are the one who played drums on stage when you were a trainee..." Ouyang Guang bowed his head modestly and said, "Thank you for the compliment, senior."
Not all greetings go so smoothly. In the waiting room of a senior senior, the other party just said "hmm" coldly without even looking up. The members kept bowing, the air seemed to freeze, and Ouyang Guang clenched his fists.
After leaving the waiting room, the agent whispered: "Remember this feeling. In this industry, you have to win respect with your strength."
When they arrived at the last waiting room, Ouyangguang was able to handle it calmly. The seniors cheered them on enthusiastically: "Do a good job today!" "Look forward to your performance!"
On the way back to the waiting room, Kim Jong-woo whispered, "That senior just now was so scary..."
Ouyang Guang patted him on the shoulder: "This is the reality we have to face."
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