Big Life

10 - Follow me (1)

A quiet library with irregular keyboard tapping sounds only.

Myung-hoon couldn't hide his anxiety. The gaze was stuck on the back of the seat sitting in front of the computer the whole time.

Myeong-seok was reading a novel for two hours without a word.

It was a draft of the chapter written by Myung Hun. I focused more than average as it was my brother's novel.

The clock was pointing to noon one day.

After finally reading all the drafts, I opened my back. Myung-hoon, who was waiting for the other day, stood up without delay and asked me a question.

“What do you think, brother? Are you okay?"

“Hmmm...... I think the contemporary youth literature award will be difficult. ”

He pressed down on his temples and said this.

Myeonghun lowers his head powerlessly.

I was going to attend the Contemporary Youth Literature Award the day after tomorrow.

I can't believe this is going to be hard.

Even if it wasn't a compliment, I was looking forward to this encouragement.

‘ ……. ’

I was speechless.

“The sentences are clean and this level is unparalleled. I always say your sentences are good. But the story is thin and incomprehensible. ”

Again, Myung Seok pointed out the same part as before.

“The days of being awarded with only good sentences have long ended. Myung-hoon, you have to think of the whole novel. Contemporary youth are the only ones who draw. Plus the level is too high. ”

Myeong-seok shrunk his shoulders and added.

“Soon there will be a Gannuri Literature Award. Challenge there. Lots of awards, much more likely. ”

Myung Hun was indignant and had no answer.

The warm nuri literature award mentioned by Myung Seok is a genre novel contest held about the gap between the contemporary youth literature award and the shortly.

The best prize is 100 million won, which is much higher compared to the contemporary youth literature award.

But Myung Hun didn't even care about the prize. I was born in a garage full of money. I wanted to participate in the Contemporary Youth Literature Award with this new novel if possible.

There was a reason.

It was because of my desire to gain my father's recognition as a winner in an authoritative literary line.

Furthermore, from Su Hee.

There was a corner of literature that I believed in, even though it was a high quality literature award. It was that Professor Kim, one of the judges, was close to Myung Seok.

‘Just a little help from my brother...! ’

Myeonghun knows how radiant his brother is and how connected he is. He hoped that his work would lead him to embrace the glory of the election in contemporary youth literature.

After a worry, Myeonghun unleashes his jealous fate.

“By the way, Professor Kim... ”

Glug glug!

The vibrations on the table cut off Myung Hun's words.

Myeong-seok immediately picked up the phone and answered the phone.

“Yes, Professor. Good morning. How are you? Yeah, I'm fine, too. I'm sure you're anxious to prepare for the hearing. ”

“ ……! ”

When I told him to prepare for the examination, his two eyes flashed.

It was clear that Professor Kim was going to be on the judging committee for contemporary youth literature.

“Oh, yes. Professor, are you sure? ”

Myeong-seok raised his head, answering his phone. He took a close look at the aura of wisdom with his eyes and moved to the side room inside the library.

‘What.’

It was a clear warning that I felt suspicious.

Unless it was something special, I wasn't the brother who would answer the phone to avoid me.

Even the opponent is Professor Kim, who has been assigned to the judging panel.

Myung Hun killed the sound of his feet and approached the visit with the bright lights on. As you lift your ear to the door, you hear the voice of the bright man on the phone.

“You mean that digital literature award-winning writer? Yes, his name was probably...... Yes, it was Haejeon. ”

Myung Hun turns his eyes upside down with his ears on the door.

It was not a mistake to hear.

Myeongseok was clearly saying three letters of the name Harebuild.

A name that spills blood upside down just thinking about it.

I had no idea why that name was being mentioned on the phone with Professor Kim.

The voice of the bright seats continued.

“He's a pretty good writer. Yes, have you read it, too? Uh-huh, yeah. That's great, he's participating in modern youth this time. You must be a very energetic friend. ”

“ ……?! ”

Myeong Hun's breath was suddenly blown. It was so intense that even breathing was difficult for a moment. There was no blood on the fluttering faces.

“Yes, professor. I will definitely be there. Yeah, I'll see you then. Well done, yes. ”

Myeongseok was ready to end the call soon.

Myeonghun bounced back to his original position and sat down in the chair. After a while, the door opened and the bright lights came back on.

“Are you Professor Kim? ”

Myeong-hoon pretended to be Tae-hyun and asked.

You plug your phone into the charger, and he nods.

“Uh, conference dinner's coming up. You know, he's my brother. He's going to run a publishing house. Professor Kim gave me a seat. ”

Myeonghun gripped his head with a stiff face. The answer he gave was out of his interest. My mind was filled with only the name "Harebuild."

“Professor Han Hye-sun is also coming. Do you go to say hello sometimes? He's amazing. Take good care of him and learn from him for the rest of his life. ”

Myeonghun stares at the carpet on the floor with his eyes filled with a sudden life force.

Myeong-seok picked up the jacket that was on the chair and said,

“Why is your face so stiff? You just have to work hard to write again. Let's go downstairs. Lunch. ”

“Help me, brother. ”

“Excuse me?”

Myung Hun slowly raised his head.

My eyes were shaking like an earthquake.

“Help me get out of here, bro. ”

“…… let's just have lunch separately. ”

Myeong-seok turned to the entrance without hesitation.

Myeonghun ran and stood in front of him.

The face of the bright stone was already badly distorted.

“Step aside.”

“Just one more favor, brother. One last time, please. ”

“I was clear that the last time was over. I don't want to be the eldest son who lies to his father anymore. Out of my way."

Myeong-seok pushed Myung-hoon hard.

However, I could not give up Myung Hun.

As soon as I realized that the reconstruction had been attended, I couldn't stop.

“Brother, please. ”

Myeonghun once again blocked the front of his brother who he relied on more than anyone else in the world and held his arms.

The jacket with the bright seats fell to the floor.

“It's simple. It's a simple matter of dealing with your brother's needs and connections. Just leave and help out a little like in the loneliness of Seoul. And say something to Professor Kim. This will do, huh? ”

“This bastard is really...! ”

It seemed like the two eyes of Myeong-seok were about to be torn.

I can't believe he would do something so blatantly low.

They're asking us to buy the judges, not just the revision of the novel.

“Myung-hoon Oh...! There is a line that must not be crossed. Don't ever talk to me like that again. ”

I put my finger in front of my nose like a sharp nail.

Myung Hun swallowed his saliva as he was furious with his expression.

Myeong-seok pushed down the door roughly.

A long corridor of the mansion appeared outside the open door. The windows at either end of the hall were being scrubbed hard by two housekeepers.

Myeong-seok went away to the other side of the hall.

Myung Hun, who was leaning against the threshold and trembling, shouted as if to the back of a smaller stone.

“You know Hae Hae Hae Hae is with me! ”

The walking gem frowned and stood.

But I took another step, as if nothing had happened in a moment.

“Why are you being so rude and humiliating? Just talk to me! Who asked you to be so considerate? If you're going to help me, I need your help! ”

A hollow cry rang out over the long corridor.

Myeong-seok has already disappeared beyond the corner.

However, Myung Hun's constellation did not stop.

“He was a cheapskate who couldn't even get into a bookstore! Is the Contemporary Youth Literature Award really that big of a deal? He writes the same damn magazine because he's in a hurry for a few bucks! No face in paragraphs?! Tell me, brother! Tell me!”

At the end of the shout, Myeong-hoon smashed the door with his fist.

The housekeepers who were cleaning were shocked and shrunk. I never looked back or did.

Myung-hoon's straightforward temperament was well known among housewives.

“Damn……! ”

Myeonghun turned away trembling.

You see the jacket of the bright seats on the floor in front of the threshold.

Myeonghun, who had the highest hatred for his brother, kicked his jacket with his bare feet.

Then.

A piece of paper in your pocket pops out.

‘What...... is this? ’

I didn't see it.

The gaze on the paper inadvertently read Professor Kim's name.

‘The judges' list. ’

Myung-hoon picked up a piece of paper and examined it carefully.

As expected, it was a list of contemporary youth literature judges.

The names and contacts of those who were gaining fame in the paragraphs, including Professor Kim, were listed.

Myung Hun quickly lost interest and threw the list behind his back.

The paper has fallen into the air, flanking left and right. Hearing that sound, one thought struck me like lightning in the brain of Myung-hoon who was sitting far away.

‘Yes...! ’

Myeonghun's eyes flourish like a beast.

He immediately picked up the list and sat down in front of the computer to run the word program.

‘We need to let these humans know that rebuilding and oil are the same. I wonder what the maestros of the paragraph will do if they find out... ’

Reconstruction has not yet been made known to any media that has written fantasy novels in the name of Poongcheon Oil.

It doesn't matter why or what the background is.

At this point, it is only important to expose the fact to the maestros of the paragraph.

Ten fingers of Myeong-hoon quickly began to produce sentences. Somehow, the lines of alcohol were pouring out several times more than when he was writing his novel.

* * *

“I'd like two heads, please. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

After placing the spell, Somi looks back and smiles.

“It's delicious here. You're going to love this. ”

“I'm excited.”

After a sip of water, I put down the cup and the reconstruction replied.

It was a little after 1: 30.

The inside of the restaurant was quiet after a long lunch for workers.

“Sorry, you must be busy writing. ”

“No, there's no rush these days. Never mind. ”

Reconstruction was on its way to Somi's phone to serve lunch.

To be honest, I was not at ease.

Somi is an employee of Starbooks. I can't eat with myself at work for no reason.

‘Are you going to talk about the next chapter? ’

The timing was relaxing.

In the third book of the book of Genesis, the book of Genesis passed over to the right of completion.

The same was true of the Magistrate Pegelon's contract with the media.

Hurricane fury also finished writing and threw it at the contemporary youth literature award, so I could see that I left my hands completely. It is still two months until the announcement of the winning entries.

‘I don't really want to write anything.... ’

This was a matter of reconstruction now.

There was nothing I wanted to say to the Fantasy or the Strait right now. So, when Somi brought up the next story, she was anxious to say no with a good word.

“The tofu is delicious, Writer. Try it a little before you go out to dinner. ”

Somi suggested pushing the plate with tofu.

Reconstruction took the tofu to his mouth with a smile.

It was also true that I enjoyed meeting Somi. It was a separate matter from work. I was energetic just to watch, and I was actually helped in a difficult situation several times.

‘You're prettier. ’

Somi, reflected in the eyes of reconstruction, was exhibiting a more mature feminine charm than ever before.

The rich turtleneck jumpers, amber wool shorts and black stockings and sneakers below seemed to tell us that they were the tip of autumn.

On the other hand, I felt sorry for him.

It seems to be blurring the traces of a female college student as fresh as the grass in the middle of summer.

Come to think of it, it's almost the end of the year.

Suddenly, it was a reconstruction where the flow of time felt calm.

“What are you thinking? ”

“No, not really. By the way, is the editor still busy? ”

“Yes, it is. You're very busy.”

That's all Somi answered and cared about.

Tae-won was still in Starbooks because of the handover. If the day of leaving is near, I will personally speak to the reconstructor.

“By the way, Writer, I want to tell you something. ”

“Go ahead.”

Thinking that something was coming, the reconstruction put down the chopsticks. You're about to tell me the next story.

But the conjecture of reconstruction was wrong.

Somi's mouth overflowed with laughter, and an unexpected kind of story was spreading.

“What do you think of Writer Ha's work being made into a webtoon? ”

“Webtoons?”

“I have an offer from Comic KT. I want to webtune your modern Journal. You know Comic KT?”

“Oh, yes……. ”

I was familiar with the reconstruction.

ComicKT is a company that specializes only in web toons.

The domestic webtoon industry was recognizable and well founded, with sales well within five fingers.

“That's why I wanted to see you today. I wanted to ask you about your intentions. ”

In front of the unexpected story, the reconstruction stares at Somi dazed.

Somi laughed as she sat on her palms underneath her thighs, shaking her torso to the left and to the right.

He seemed to have already realized that he didn't even need to ask about the intention of reconstruction.

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