Big Life

12 - Rank up (5)

“Phew……. ”

Myung Hun sighed instead of tapping the keyboard.

The three sides were blocked by partition, except behind the back.

It was his spot in the inner corner of the Connection Mobile Planning team's office.

Since becoming a screenwriter for a new mobile game, Myung Hun has been coming to work almost every day.

It was an external reason for me to be more focused and be able to communicate quickly.

But Su Hee insisted.

Repair a bad relationship as often as possible, take one step further to satisfy her.

This was the real purpose of Myung-hoon to go to the office, leaving a good library in his home.

‘Why do I dislike it so much? ’

Looking at the monitor, he made an impression.

The cursor blinks hollow at the tip of an unfinished sentence.

Eventually, he pressed the backspace key to delete all the scenarios he had used.

‘Focus, focus. ’

In fact, Myung Hun has been in poor condition ever since this morning.

I also knew the cause of the discomfort.

I was just consciously avoiding thinking about it.

From morning until now, I have been obsessed with writing scenarios.

I don't have access to the internet or have never looked at my phone

“Oi…… Writer Oh Myung-hoon. ”

Myeonghun nods his head at the sound of calling to himself.

The planning team employee Hye Mi stood up.

In the fierce stare of Myung-hoon, she instantly flinches her torso.

“What's going on? ”

“You don't have an instant message. He asks when the draft will be completed. ”

Hye-mi looked a little scared.

It was natural for her to be weak in heart.

I didn't get hit once or twice while designing mobile racing games in the past.

At that time, Hye Mi even burst into tears because of her understanding.

“Mmmm... ”

Myung-hoon blurted and pressed his fingers into his left and right temples.

Looking at the blank word program screen with all the sentences deleted, he said.

“Tell him I'll be right with him. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

Hye-mi tried to turn around immediately.

At that moment, Myeonghun opened his eyes with a face that he remembered later.

“Hye-mi, wait a minute. ”

Hye Mi stopped in a steady position halfway around her body.

Myeonghun stood up.

Looking down at Hye Mi with a big breath, he said in a small but clear tone.

“I've had a lot of excuses. ”

“…… Yes? ”

“I apologize for my past rudeness. When you get nervous working, you don't consider the feelings of others around you at all. And then there's the bad parts that I don't even know how to hurt. I admit, I'll be careful not to do that again. In front of everyone in the planning team including Hye-mi. ”

“Ah, ah… I'm fine……. ”

Hye-mi soon blushed and asked me nicely.

She's a much simpler and easier woman than I expected.

Even though he thought so, Myung Hun continued to speak with a serious expression.

“As an apology, I'd like to buy you dinner sometime. ”

“Dinner...? ”

“If you are uncomfortable, you may all join the planning team. But……. ”

Myeong-hoon blinded his words and looked around at his movements.

Then he whispered a little closer to his face to Hye Mi.

“I want you to know that the person who wants to apologize the most is Hye-mi. ”

“Ah, ah… yes, yes…. ”

Hye-mi was stealing sweaty cheeks with her hands, even though it wasn't hot.

Namhoon was a man who fulfilled many factors to please her.

Handsome face, smart clothes, and the background of being the son of Korea's largest publishing group.

“I'm really okay, Writer……. ”

The bad feelings toward Myung Hun were already gone.

It was a thin hatred in the beginning.

Right now, my heart was just pounding like a girl.

“Then I... Goodbye... and good luck. ”

“Hye-mi, too. ”

Hye Mi took a step toward the rest room, not her seat.

Myung Hun smiled alone.

He made it clear that his fever was rising and he was going out to cool down.

‘It's a good thing. It might come in handy later. Stupid women are easy to control. ’

Su Hee is horribly fond of Hye-mi and her subordinates.

There is no bad reason to get along well with the planning team staff.

Apologizing to Hye-mi was the first step to this thought.

‘Not today. ’

Myung-hoon finally shut down the word program and took the outfit.

Then I passed through the loud partition and went to Su-hee's place.

“Su-hee, no…… Team Leader. ”

Myung-hoon changed his title.

Su-hee took her face off the monitor and looked at it.

A bright smile hangs over her mouth.

“Yes, oh Writer. ”

Suddenly, Myeonghun felt his heart swell as much as he could.

A full breath was seeping deep into his lungs.

“Go ahead.”

Su Hee, the beautiful face of the horse, was still smiling.

It's Su Hee, not any other woman.

She's looking at herself with a smile.

I couldn't even remember how long it had been since I had a sunny smile.

“Well…… I'm not feeling well today, so I should probably go in. ”

“Oh, really? ”

Su Hee's eyes were squinting at the monitor, answering with drowsiness, not knowing where.

I was curious about what the invisible discipline was looking at.

But soon after.

Myeonghun stopped breathing for as long as he could.

It felt like a huge metal spike hit the back of my head.

He was warned by our fearsome senses.

It's never a smile for you.

“Well, how long can I keep it? ”

Su Hee's mouth was still smiling faintly.

Myung Hun squeezed his molars and replied in a low voice to avoid being as introverted as possible.

“I'll give you until tomorrow evening. ”

“Okay. Go inside. Oh, Writer. Well done."

Along with the extremely clever words, Su Hee once again hid a small face behind the monitor.

Myeonghun turns around very slowly after stepping back.

‘I am me...! You can go like me...! ’

The whole time I was leaving the office, I was reminded.

Right after I got on the elevator.

Myung Hun took out his phone and connected to the internet.

It's not just about avoiding it anymore.

Make sure you know the truth about Su-hee's smile.

A trembling finger was typing the Contemporary Youth Literature Prize in the search input box.

Press OK and the related news started pouring out.

-Hae, who won the 31st Contemporary Youth Literature Award, is the youngest award ever....

- With the assessment that enduring each day is a masterpiece of the modern man's heartfelt portrait…….

- I've already won a digital literature award as a stupid woman and a '90s boy…….

Myung Hun shot a rough nose, staring at his phone.

It broke my heart that I was confident I would fail.

I hated the smiling face of the reconstruction in the news so much that I wanted to tear it apart.

‘Damn……! Those punctual bastards aren't picky! ’

Myung Hun shakes his teeth until he bleeds.

It did not work at all to anonymously report to the panel that Hae Re Re rebuild and Chongcheon oil were the same person.

It was a complete defeat.

‘Lee Soo Hee...! ’

Su Hee's smile that I just saw was catching up with Myung Hun's eyes.

It was a cruel smile.

Myung-hoon burst his eardrum in his own elevator.

* * *

Many people came to the awards ceremony.

My close friends, including my father, and Su Hee, were willing to give me time.

Thaewon of the Rafbooks also attended with his wife Dongmyung, along with the longevity and longevity of maritime media.

Minho and the landscape in the writer's office also gave up writing for the day.

“Little brat, you've been paying attention to costumes this time. Isn't the time better than digital literature? ”

Jinjin whispered to Su-hee.

Su-hee nods, smiling faintly.

The gaze fixed in front of my eyes did not move.

A reconstruction dressed in a formal outfit was presenting a suspicious complaint on the stage.

“It's really cool, reconstruction. You look so big from so far away. ”

“Yeah, I'm all amazed. I don't think he's my friend. He keeps looking strange. ”

“But you don't write fantasy novels, do you? ”

Su-hee lowers her voice and asks.

Jinjin twitches around slightly and whispers in her ear.

“Contemporary youth literature has a sales problem, so let's not get into it. I'm sure people will find it repulsive. ”

“I see... ”

“It's going to be known all along. Let's just not get ahead of ourselves. Honestly, I get it.”

Su-hee nodded and accepted.

On a single phase, a feeling of redevelopment was approaching the end.

“Thank you all. But I also want to give the biggest credit to the two people who became the heroes' motifs, Sanjin and Hye-young. One of the two men is my best friend. And here I am again today. ”

The eyes of the rebuilding look upward.

Jinjin smiles with a clumsy chest and raises his hands toward reconstruction.

“…… and another person. In fact, I would like to thank her for her great help in creating Hye-young, the most powerful character who led the whole novel. I give my masterpiece to the woman who was too busy today to attend the awards ceremony. Thank you."

Starting with someone, the people who filled the awards ceremony began to applaud vigorously.

Reconstruction bowed at a 90-degree angle to everyone.

I didn't know thunderous applause would stop so rarely.

The cameraman comes one step closer.

His lens was focused solely on reconstruction.

The awards ceremony was being broadcast on radio and Internet TV.

Many people who were interested in contemporary youth literature awards and literature were seeing the awards ceremony live from all over the world.

Among them were intellectuals.

“You scoundrel, you haven't said a word...! ”

The empty beer can in my hand was crushed.

Myeonghun threw a can of dented beer across the corner from his desk.

Then I went to my personal refrigerator and took out another beer.

“Is there a stabbing spot? So you're not gonna tell me? Why won't you tell me, Haejeon? Are you ashamed of your fantasy and your compromise? Shame on you? Yeah, of course you're ashamed. ”

Myung Hun sneered over and over again, grabbing his two red-eyed eyes.

He made a commitment not to care.

At some point, he was drinking without knowing it.

One can, two cans, three cans...... Eventually, the hangover reached its limit.

Myeonghun turned off the internet TV and drank a beer with a new lid.

When I drank half, I felt vomiting and quickly pulled my mouth out of the can.

A spilled beer poured down my thigh.

“Khh...! ”

Ten vibrating fingers point up the keyboard.

The white empty-headed man had no idea.

It was only a typewriter that started with instinctive movements.

- award-winning reconstruction in contemporary youth literature. in fact, the fantasy writer, Poongcheon Yu;;;

- The Joker series? A mix of words without it? I would look at it in paragraphs and genres if I liked it, but I couldn't see it with my own eyes;;;

- I don't think he's a writer at all. To be honest, fantasy or compromise is not a word;;

-A literary reader who loves literature. Contemporary Youth Literature Award for Loan Stores. It has a long history and a terrible name.

- I want you to reflect and get your shit together.

- I'm really worried about the future of literature in this country......

Myung Hun began producing articles that blamed reconstruction by sharing various sites and SNS with different identities.

I had a smile on my mouth the whole time.

The spirits that have been raised have been amplifying the low pleasures.

Can't you pick on yourself? Then we need your help, as a motive. ’

Tadahak! Tadahak! Tad-da-da-da-da-da! Tak!

Myeonghun wrote and wrote a slander that did not measure the passage of time.

I didn't stop my fingers from pounding the keyboard until I was tired and about to crouch.

“Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-uh... ”

Myeong-hoon opened his eyes as if he were drunk and mumbled, but fell down, sitting on a chair.

Even after I fell asleep, the dark smile engraved on my mouth was not erased.

The impact of various non-visits was significant.

While Myung Hun was asleep, SNS quickly spread across the Internet.

A number of netizens found out just hours before they realized that the same person was the shorthand writer who won the Digital Literature Award, Hyundai Youth Literature Award, and wind churn oil that swept through the genre market with fantasy novels, including "The Bress."

And…….

A lot has happened.

More than 50,000 of the 5,000 Twitter followers have been rebuilt, and more than 10% of the "The Bress" purchases have increased.

‘Stupid woman’ and ‘boy in the' 90s’ were entering the top 10 real-time sales rankings in various Internet bookstores.

Everything happened overnight.

Myeong-hoon, who fell into a deep sleep, did not even realize in his dream that the opposite of his wish had happened.

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