Big Life

“Welcome, Haejeon. ”

Somi greets you.

Several writers nearby who heard the name Harebuild tilted their heads. They have lived on this floor for a long time. But it was a name I had never heard before.

“Harebuilding? You know what? ”

“No, I don't know. Do you have a nickname? ”

Myung-hoon, who was sitting in the middle of the long table in the middle of the center, narrowed his eyes. There was a sniffle in his mouth, and then it disappeared.

‘Finally. ’

Myung-hoon expected reconstruction. So I had no idea, but I changed my plan to attend on purpose.

I was qualified to attend. It is because a novel by Myeonghun was published through the romance label of Starbooks.

“You hungry? Come a little late and there's only room in the corner. ”

Somi looks back at the place she said, speaking in embarrassment.

The eyes of the reconstruction were looking down at the tray held in Somi's hands, not at the spot. It was a restaurant with employees, and I wondered why the editor was doing this.

“Take off your shoes and go inside. ”

“Yes, thank you. ”

Reconstruction took off the shoes as instructed, without saying any more.

I looked around, and I couldn't see where Tae-won went.

‘Since you're the editor, you'll be busy on a day like this. ’

I decided not to look for the reconstruction, and headed to the empty corner. None of the writers were particularly interested in him when he showed up late. Everyone was busy socializing with the writers sitting right next to them.

Only one person.

Myung Hun was only sharing his discourse while watching the rebuilding.

Reconstruction has yet to realize its existence. Myung-hoon was silent because his pride did not allow him to greet him first.

“Excuse me.”

The reconstruction leaves a vacant space ahead and cautiously speaks to the writer next to you.

I don't know, early thirty? It was a man with a small body and a dark complexion that made him feel somewhat depressed.

“May I sit here? ”

“Ah, yes. Sit down, sit down. ”

The man tugs his body in a little more corners to make it more spacious. Reconstruction bowed politely and sat down.

“Writer… is this you? ”

The man asked cautiously.

Reconstruction turns to him and nods.

“Yes, you're a writer, aren't you? ”

“Haha, yes. For starters, yes. It's not like you're a writer... ”

Reconstruction took a horse with a bold smile and picked up a piece of war with chopsticks. It wasn't Bondi's way of asking questions.

If at all possible, wait for the opponent to talk first. Instead, the user tries to create an atmosphere that relaxes the target.

‘I don't know which author wrote it. ’

Reconstruction was thinking about itself in the past.

If he was still a struggling writer, he would have suffered a lot when he was asked what other writers had written. It was considerate of the reconstruction process not to ask first.

“Wow, this is delicious. ”

Reconstruction said, shaking the whole thing up a little bit. Then the man next to him laughed and pulled out the banquets from a distant place where the rebuilding couldn't reach.

“Try this, too. I don't know what herbs are, but they're delicious. ”

“Thank you for taking care of me. I'll eat well.”

“Are you soju, by any chance? ”

“Ah, yes. Please, I'm sorry. I should have followed you first. Bottle.”

“No, I'll go first. ”

The man and the reconstruction shared a drink.

A clear, cold soju flowed through my esophagus.

After a drink, I took a refreshing deep breath of reconstruction. Maybe it's because things have been going well lately. It's been a long time since Soju tasted so good.

“You've never been to a writers' club like this before? ”

The man picked up the bottle and suggested a drink and asked.

Reconstruction politely received the cup with both hands and replied.

“I came here once a long time ago. ”

“Of course. I've never done it before. But you've been debuting for quite some time now, haven't you? ”

“Hmm, yes. Right.”

Reconstruction and the man had a second toast and drank. I could feel my whole body warming as I drank two glasses in an empty stomach.

The conversation between the two ended momentarily.

Thanks to a few drinks back, the atmosphere around me has been increasing ever since.

“Oh, introductions are late, but I'm Kang Min-ho. ”

In the commotion, the man's face quickly reveals his name.

Even the reconstruction sat upright and replied.

“I'm sorry, too. I call it rebuilding. ”

“Hmm, yes. Are you using a pseudonym? ”

Min-ho asked while exchanging handshakes.

Reconstruction smiled shyly and nodded, but Minho said first.

“Yes, I do. I use my real name. ”

“Ah… yes. ”

A lump of hardship flashes over the face of the rebuilding.

Kang Min-ho's name was not in his memory.

Minho read the heart of the reconstruction and stroked his hand as if it were fine.

“That's okay. I know very little about it because it ended prematurely with six volumes. That's the only one. ”

“Excuse me, but what's the name of the piece? ”

“I wrote a fantasy. King of the Great Sage... ”

Minho said it was difficult because of his unconfident tone. Of course, he felt very embarrassed because he thought the reconstruction would not know.

But reconstruction was already being asked again with eyes wide open.

“The Hedgehog King? Isn't that a novel where the Phantom King of the Fantasy World comes to modern day and makes money part-time at a convenience store and starts a construction company later? ”

“Hey, have you read it? ”

“Of course. I found it quite amusing. The first time I begged for a life sentence was funny because the Demon King who was preaching the fantasy world couldn't even speak Korean. ”

In fact, reconstruction has read almost every genre novel published in Starbooks.

It was because I could read trends and learn enough as a writer.

Even though I forgot the name Kang Minho, I was able to remember the title brilliantly.

“This is so embarrassing. Have a drink. ”

Minho was filled with pride and urged the reconstruction to drink in a daze. Reconstruction was inevitably drunk, and I poured him another glass.

“Then, Haejeong, the writer is nicknamed...? ”

“Ah, yes. I'm Poongcheon oil. ”

The moment the reconstruction responded like that.

The commotion around them stops momentarily.

At a distance, it was still loud. However, the nearby writers kept their mouths shut and looked at the reconstruction.

“Poongcheon oil...? Writer Sungcheon Yoo from the Jolly Rock Series? ”

Minho was asking again as if he was checking his face.

One day, Najjik replied with a clear sense of the surrounding gaze gathered around him.

“Yes, that's right. ”

Several writers nearby are afraid of the answer to the reconstruction. And then they started recommending each one of them to drink.

“You're the writer of Poongcheon Oil. Greetings. I am the person who uses the nickname Mr. H. ”

“Ah, yes. You're the football novelist Jeanie Scooter, right? I'm reading it well. ”

“Have a drink of my own. I am a fugitive..."

“Oh, Ground Zero? You're both sports fantasies. I had a hard time trying, but I didn't have the basic knowledge. It's so good to see you."

The atmosphere changed in an instant.

An invisible intensity focused on reconstruction.

One, two, three…… The writers of the fantasy novel approached the reconstruction and greeted him.

“The Joker series was really fun. I thought you'd become more mature after your debut, but you're so young and handsome. ”

“It was so much fun for the writer to see. How do you write? Do you plan on finishing it all off in advance? ”

“Ah, the way I work. So... ”

Reconstruction began to sweat as he responded to the writers around him.

I was thankful and happy, but at the same time I was greatly embarrassed. I honestly didn't think that I would be this welcomed among writers.

“What kind of writer does that? ”

Across from the reconstructed table.

Myeonghun and the women around him were now throwing one or two young eyes at you. Myung-hoon, who had been praising his creative methods for a long time, felt very unpleasant as he cut off his words.

“Young Yi. Where was I? ”

Myung Hun hides his unpleasant insides and speaks.

A female writer named Lee Young-ah looked at the reconstruction and tilted her head as she puffed her balls.

“Yes? Ah... I see. Where was I? I don't remember much. ”

It was clear that I was listening dry. He was busy giving his eyes to the side where the reconstruction was.

The tendon twitched on Myeonghun's forehead.

He kept his face still, but he couldn't be sure when it would explode and twist.

Two female writers stood up in front of Myung-hoon.

“I'm sorry, I'm just going over there for a moment. I'm also interested in fantasy these days. ”

“Me, too. I'd love to try some fantasy romance stuff, but I'd love some advice. ”

“Haha, yes. Let's do that.”

Myeong-hoon nearly suppressed their tears and sent them with a smiling face. Then he took in a glass full of soju in an invisible gap. I felt like I wouldn't drink a few glasses in this explosive mood.

"Wow, Writer Ha, you're popular. ’

Looking away at the reconstruction surrounded by writers, Somi smiles secretly. The writer he was in charge of was getting interested in, so he felt proud of himself for no reason.

“Jung Seo-mi, what are you standing there for? These writers are drunk, too. ”

He said behind my back as if I were a representative.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I'll take it now.”

Somi is furious and turns to the refrigerator. She was serving as an editor because several of the employees had gone on leave.

“What are you doing?”

Sound echoes behind Somi's back, who opens the door to the refrigerator and takes out the bottle. Somi could not hear it because it was so noisy everywhere.

“What are you doing? ”

Only when I heard his voice again did Somi look back. Immediately, her pupils expanded.

“Ha, Writer Ha? ”

The reconstruction stands firmly on its face.

A little while ago, he was standing behind his back, not hidden in the writers' baskets.