Big Life

“What the hell is this...?! ”

Myung Hun muttered, looking at his phone with a silly look. Su-hee's name and number were flashing on the disconnected screen.

Why is it coming out so hard all of sudden? ’

Myeonghun was somewhat embarrassed.

It was because she knew that Su-hee was not a woman who would joke or tell lies.

Myeonghun stared up at the ceiling like a man who had lost his country for a while. And after a while, he picked up his phone again and called Su-hee.

Aren't you picking up? How dare you?

I thought the beep might be ringing for a while, but the phone was disconnected.

I walked again, but the result was the same.

Myeong-hoon gripped his phone so it was crushed and swiped his teeth up and down.

Did you find another writer? No, it can't be. Damn, no matter how much I think about it, I think I've overdosed...! ’

Myung-hoon was considering giving Su-hee a scenario after he had picked up Su-hee adequately. I finished the scenario a few days ago, but I deliberately scratched myself.

The reason why Myung Hun did this was simple.

It was because Su-hee rarely looked after herself.

She wrote enough work for drama production to be discussed and won a big contest, but she still didn't have any emotion for the way Su-hee looked at herself compared to when she was in college seven years ago.

Damn it!

At the end of his thought, Myung Hun picked up his cell phone and dialed a different number. After a few beeps, this manager from the Connection Marketing team got a phone call.

- Oh, Myung-hoon. I was going to put the phone in.

“What's up, bro? What the hell is going on? ”

The chief was a high school senior who was close to Myung-hoon.

It was his recommendation that I was working on the game scenario in Connection in the first place. Even at the reunion, when Su-hee begged her to write a scenario, she was bluffing.

“Su-hee suddenly wants me to break the contract. Did you talk to the planning team about anything? ”

- Well... I heard that you saved another writer.

Myeong-hoon's pupils were enlarged to the limit.

You got another writer? In less than a day?

“Who, who are you? Who's the writer?! ”

Myung Hun shouted, trembling under his chin. Rather than questioning what author wrote, there was many times more anger towards Su Hee who eventually lost herself and chose another author.

- I don't know yet. He went out to talk to our team leader. I'll tell you when I know. Myung-hoon, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I have to go to a meeting.

The phone was disconnected, but Myung Hun could not pick up the phone that was in his ear easily.

Suddenly, I looked in the full-length mirror at the side. I feel pathetic enough to want to break the silly face reflected in the mirror.

“Ahhhh!”

Myeonghun slammed his whole mirror to his side screaming.

Wajang Chang!

Fragments of shattered mirrors scattered throughout Myeonghun's Library. The butler, who was passing by the hallway nearby, heard the sound and jumped in shock.

“Fig, Young Master. Are you okay?"

There was no answer to the adjective.

The butler summoned the housekeepers to remove the glass pieces and carefully told Myung Hun.

“Hey, I got another call from Jules. He told me to get out before 10: 00 today. ”

“I know. ”

“And then there's your new premiere, which starts at 7: 00. Since this is the first time you've performed, you must attend...”

Myung-hoon opened his eyes and burst into flames.

“I know! I'm leaving! Why didn't I pick on you?! I'll run, I'll pull the car, I'll take the taxi, so stop talking! ”

“I'm sorry. Young Master.”

After cleaning up, the housewives and deacons left the Buriah library.

Myung Hun, who was left alone, sat down on the couch and breathed a violent breath. I had no idea it was so hard to have a woman I wanted.

......

- Mr. Harecon, this time Jules has prepared an abalone for you. It's a creature, and I have business nearby, so can I bring it to you myself?

It was a message from Somi in Starbooks.

The reconstruction had just dropped a new box of laptops that had just been delivered to the floor and immediately replied.

- I'd appreciate it. If you're not here on purpose, that's fine.

- No, I'll call you this afternoon when I get there. * ^ ^ *

Reconstruction grins at the mouth. I was reminded of Somi's healthy and strong smile on a simple emoticon.

There is someone who makes me forget my fatigue just by talking with my face to face. Now Somi was also becoming one of those people for reconstruction.

“Now, why don't we open up a new laptop? Lika, come here. ”

“Meow.”

Lika jumps from the window frame, looking out. I unpacked the box in front of the crouched Lika and reconstructed the description.

“A state-of-the-art $1.8 million laptop. It was too uncomfortable with that old laptop. Once the screen is small, and if there are obstructions in writing, you should also search the Internet for information. It takes more than 20 seconds to put up an Internet window. ”

A silver, sleek laptop appeared in the open box. The display was also 17 inches taller than that of Seogunu's laptop. Reconstruction was good, so I plugged in the adapter and pressed the power button.

“Did you see that, Lika? You see how it takes less than five seconds to boot up? It's called a Sword. If you really close your eyes once, you boot up. ”

“Meow?”

“I heard 1.8 million won, but it's okay. I'll write for one day, and I'll write for you. Starting today, it's a new beginning with a new laptop. ”

After installing the word program on the new laptop, the reconstruction opened by receiving a letter from Su Hee. Today's job was to create a quest with Oh Su-min, one of the female characters in the game.

“Oh, it's because I rarely use it. I'm dying here. ”

In fact, I was having a hard time from the beginning of writing.

It was the first time the protagonist and Oh Su-min met at the gas station. I had to write an ambassador in the position of a woman named Oh Su-min, but I didn't feel empathetic with just an itchy feeling.

Reconstruction began by muttering the thought of the ambassador.

“Hmmm... Ugh, sorry. Oh, my good-looking brother. Are you hurt? Wow, is this your car? My brother's car is so hot. I actually slammed my leg a little while ago, hehe. Can you give me a ride home? Ahhhhh... Ah fuck. Not this one."

The rebuilding deleted the line with an annoying expression.

It was very hard to write because I had never written a love novel. It was a question of basic emotional areas, which could not be solved by the talents or inspirations of Seo Gun Woo possessed in the body.

First, I changed my mind to do what I could do quickly. He postponed writing the female character's lines backwards and began writing a description of the background of the quest location first.

Tadashak...! Tak! Tadadadak! Ta-da!

I was working diligently for about two hours.

‘What is this...? ’

The reconstruction tilts its head and pauses on the keyboard.

I felt strange. There was no problem with the article itself. It was just that the two hands on the keyboard felt like they couldn't keep up with the thoughts in their heads.

It's been two hours, and you're still writing about it? ’

Reconstruction clicked on the word program's documentation information. Seeing that the number of letters he had written had only 5000 characters, his face became stiff.

‘Why are you doing this...?! ’

My hands, which had written more than 10,000 characters per hour, were not listening to me. Because of this ability, I was able to convince Su Hee that I would send the draft until this evening.

‘Maybe it's because it's written in a way I've never used before. Let's write a little more. ’

Reconstruction began to write again with patience.

However, after less than half an hour, I leaned against the back of the chair with a pale face. I could now see it clearly without having to check the document information. Lost speed of 10,000 characters per hour.

‘What the hell...! ’

At this rate, I was not sure if I could keep the deadline even if I used it without rest until 8: 00. Unexpectedly, the reconstruction suddenly came to mind one thing, and terror struck him.

Have I... lost all my... abilities? ’

It might be difficult to write a female character's lines, not being able to write 10,000 characters per hour, because they all lost the power of Seo Gun Woo in their bodies like a miracle. Reconstruction trembles all over you, shrugging your shoulders. The thought of returning to the past self is a terrible nightmare.

Glug glug!

“Huff!”

The reconstruction that I had been thinking about caused a convulsion with the vibration of my normal phone. Somi's name came up on the screen.

“Hello, hello. ”

- Mr. Harecon, we're in front of the house. You must be busy. Sorry.

“Oh, no. Come on up. I'll get the door. ”

- Yeah.

Somi's voice, who did not know the feeling of reconstruction, was only lively. Reconstruction walked to the entryway and opened the door. Somi, with a box of Styrofoam in her hands, was walking from across the hall.

The reconstruction hurriedly approaches and picks up the box.

“I'm sorry. I'll go down and get it. ”

“No, it wasn't that heavy. Well done, Writer. ”

Somi bows at a 90-degree angle and turns around. Reconstruction quickly speaks behind her back.

“Come in for a moment. Let me get you a cup of coffee. ”

“Oh, I'm fine. The writer must be busy... ”

“I feel uncomfortable sending it this way. Drink the specs."

Reconstruction was recommended again. I wanted to have a little chat with Somi and regain my exhausted energy. I felt like I was going to get worse if I stayed alone.

“Excuse me for a moment, then. ”

Somi enters the studio of reconstruction and takes off her shoes and climbs up.

Just in time.

He did not see the rebuilding and Somi take one glare at Rika's eyes and fade away. Reconstruction was in Lika's left eye and Somi was projected in his right eye, respectively.