Big Life

37 - Game on Now (5)

“Ugh · · · · · · · · · ·?! Jin-jin, I just got a call from my phone and home. I'll call you back. ”

Reconstruction hangs up the phone with Jinjin, lays the silver on the cradle, and answers the call as soon as it comes.

From Rafbooks Taewon to Myeong-seong, office writers, sisters and family, and my beloved wife, Su-hee, there was a constant call.

Everyone was surprised when they saw the broadcast.

“I don't know yet, Su-hee. We need to figure out what's going on. Yeah, I'm getting another call. Tell your brother not to worry. See you tonight.”

Reconstruction ended the conversation with Su Hee and received a call right away.

This time he was the manager of Lin Minhong at Tincent Pictures.

“Hello, Director Lynn? ”

- Hi, Hah. I've called you several times, and now you're answering.

“The phone call came out of nowhere. I've seen and heard about TV. What's going on? ”

- He's with Maoyen. We also got a call from Senior Chief Ryubou. According to the report, Vice President Uda is very uncomfortable planting. And the reason for that is that it's still on TV, without saying anything else.

You rub your back neck and lift your head as the reconstruction grows. News about King Uda, who mentioned himself, was still streaming on TV.

“What can I do? ”

- Hah, there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not asking you to do anything absurd. I would like to offer my sincerest apologies that this has happened.

Lin Minhong quickly spoke.

- Please don't be offended. I'm a Chinese company in your work, and I have no personal respect for it. We will coordinate and rectify the situation. Just one thing.

“Don't hesitate to tell me. ”

- Ha is currently Korea's best writer. It's important to remember this in advance of a truly meaningful cultural bridge.

Rin Minhong immediately understood what he was saying. I am worried that I will not participate.

whether the cause was a message from a handful of elderly writers or a noisy press response.

- Hello?

“I'm listening, Director Lynn. Thank you for your understanding. I will try my best not to disappoint Director Lynn as much as possible. ”

- Thank you, Miss Ha. That's enough for now. Thank you very much.

Rin Minhong let go of the reconstruction after repeated thanksgiving.

Upon hanging up the phone, the reconstruction silenced the house phone and sat on the couch.

Glug glug!

‘Who else? ’

My head was sticky before checking it out.

If you think about Su-hee, you can't even turn off your phone. Reconstruction, which confirmed the screen in his hand, immediately let go of his frown.

“Professor Han Hye-sun! ”

You have a surprisingly vivacious voice.

“I'm so glad you called. Professor, what do I do? I have a headache, and I can't figure out what to do. ”

The target is the hycodontist who can do this kind of foolishness. Reconstruction was the only teacher who could tell the whole story without worrying.

You look ridiculous. Even I, known as the shortwave, could not honestly predict such a death sentence.

Beyond a sigh of sadness, Hyejeon asked a question.

- You met her at the Preliminary Meeting, right?

“You mean Seo Hyung-bin? Of course I did.”

Hyejeon and Hyungbin are from the same university.

I also heard a long time ago that my personality and literary orientation were right, so I knew that I was getting along like my best friend.

- He came to eat a meal with me yesterday. I've been thinking about it a lot, and he says he needs to get out.

“· · · · · · · · You're leaving? ”

- Yeah, the head writer for the Cultural Bridge.

The smile disappears from the face of the reconstruction.

Hyungbin is the author who was elected second in line after Taejin, receiving a ticket in chapter 11.

Reconstruction was truly celebrating him. Since college, I've valued his personality and his work.

The words of the comet that followed cleared the question.

- He asked me to speak for him. I want you to rebuild it when you get off.

“What's that, professor? ”

- My brother told me that I couldn't stop moaning over my petty, emotionally stained literary system. Even the plagiarism proved writer last year was restless and cheap inside, but I couldn't stand this mess anymore.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

- Objectively, reconstruction asks that you do not refuse to seek humility because you are a much better writer than yourself. Don't even think about refuting it, because it's your decision and your responsibility to follow.

At the end of the sentence, Hyerin smiled, but the reconstruction could not be a one-time slip. Instead, I took a deep breath and replied.

“I have every right to argue. ”

- What do you mean, "eligible"?

“I voted for Seo Hyung-bin that day. One of those 11 votes is mine. ”

- Hehe, you did. But it won't work. Because he told you he voted.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

- You know how he feels, right, rebuilding? You are the only author who is qualified to enter the vacancy of his brother.

Reconstruction lost its words and bit the molar.

The silence continues, but the comet does not grind. I know how the disciple must be feeling.

* * *

Moonye Creative Studies and Classrooms at Seoul Han University.

“Huh?"

He picked up the material and looked down at the watch without even knowing it.

It was also on time, not a mistake.

“What? Why is this so quiet? ”

As my youth was empty, I turned to one of the desks and asked.

There are only eight to nine students in the classroom that should be waiting for dozens of people.

Even all of these minorities were students from the Department of National Literature because of their Suffalon classes. They all looked free.

“Hey, guys, what day is it? ”

“· · · · · · · · Tuesday, Professor. ”

A student who was sitting in the back seat of the window said in a dry voice.

He stared at him foolishly, then grabbed his tongue with a crooked nose.

“Anyway, I have completely lost the concept of students these days. Failure is a problem, but basically no respect for teachers. What the hell is this group doing? ”

The moment I turned around, grumbling with a scowling face.

When he saw the white blackboard, he froze. In the middle, the great archangel was stuck together.

[Kim Na Eun, our first grader in Moonye Creative Studies, asks Professor Kim to resign while rejecting the class.]

“What, this?! ”

He turned his eyes upside down and trembled.

What are you talking about, suddenly rejecting class?

He turned around and asked a few students to stutter.

“What, what is this? Don't you know?”

“I don't know.”

“I've been stuck from the start. ”

National literature students were not at all interested in archaeological literature.

I was indifferent to his full-blown youth. They just wanted this time to pass quickly and only wanted the class to end.

As soon as he confirmed his attendance, he left the classroom, leaving only a message to teach himself. Then I went straight to the assistant and got the reasoning. When he found out why, his face turned blue.

“Seok-il Seok-min Gu and · · · · · · · · · · ·?! ”

“Well, I thought you already knew! ”

The assistant didn't know what to do with the crying look on her face.

He quickly went to the computer and searched for his name on the internet.

It was exactly as the assistant instructor said.

Several writers who had attended the pre-resolution meetings gave a strong criticism of themselves.

[Seok-il Lee's SNS post was controversial, ‘Joon-sik Kim acted as several writers. As a senior, there is no hard feelings for the reconstructive writer’]

[The writer of the relief camp, ‘I can no longer resist my conscience. Seo Hyeong-bin must have something to do with retreating on his own. ’]

“What a bunch of fucking seniors! ”

His lower jaw trembled as if his mandible had left. Five fingers were shaking violently enough not to hold a mouse properly.

Everywhere I looked, it was just comments that insulted me.

Glug glug!

“Ugh!"

He stood up with his lower belly in his hands.

When I get angry because I have irritable bowel syndrome, I get a signal.

He opens the door of his office and jumps out of the bathroom.

I just took my pants down and sat on the toilet.

“Hey, did you hear about Professor Kim Choonsik? ”

I heard the voices of the students outside the door.

When his name was mentioned, he couldn't give up his strength and died.

“Oh, that shit Hae-won did at the Cultural Bridge? ”

“It's fucking hilarious, isn't it? ”

“It's not starvation, it's an old soldier and a writer who has a conscience. After revealing his position to get off Seo Hyung-bin. ”

“That's amazing. When you look at the windows and the kids, you blame Kim Choonsik. I didn't say that for nothing. ”

“This is a fucking black comedy. What did Choonsik Kim write? All the books you've written so far have to add up to one day's worth of rebuilt books. ”

The students' laughter rang in the bathroom.

He stuffed his ears.

The phone ringing in my pocket was also frightened, so I switched to silence immediately.

Yuck.

Almost an hour later, he barely got out of the bathroom. I sat in the toilet for a long time, and my legs were very stiff. Another phone call came in to stop me from being seen by my students.

He was the Deputy Minister of Culture.

“Yes, Vice Minister. I'm Choonsik Kim.”

- Good morning, Dr. Kim. It's true that it brings up · · · · · · · · · this, but · · · · · · you know the situation now?

The molars of a young man's teeth fell apart.

“Yes · · · · · ·! I know very well! You mean some writer who's jealous of me, using propaganda and forgery to insult me · · · · · · ·! ”

- That would be very difficult for Teacher Kim. What the hell is this?

The vice minister blurred his words as if he was a poor man.

However, it was only the beginning of the obvious. In a sudden rigid tone, he was a horse.

- Teacher Kim Chun-Sik.

“Tell me. ”

- I'm very sorry to say this, but this time there is a problem of public opinion · · · · · · · You once · · · · · · · · ·.

The puberty shook like sheep's cheekbones were crumbling. He was not a fool to fail to understand that the vice minister was asking him to get off.

“You mean you want me to back off? ”

- Teacher Kim, I mean.

“No, why would I? Why should I back off? I took a legitimate vote, got eight votes, and I'm on the list. Why do you want me to resign? ”

- Oh, of course. He was right, but I'm telling you, considering the worsening public opinion and the three images of Mr. Kim, I would like you to concede this one time. In fact, I'm very troubled.

The vice minister's words were almost a plea.

However, he was a person who did not have a hobby in calculating other people's circumstances.

“I'm the one who's in the most pain, aren't I? What does this have to do with anything other than getting in your shoes? ”

The young man shot him hard. Even the deputy minister on the phone was helpless. The tenacious man is immediately struck.

Dr. Kim, let me ask you a question. What are you going to do as a representative writer for Korea?

“What, what? Are you insulting me, Vice Minister? ”

Have you had anything since the Essentials 20 years ago? I know you've written three or four novels that haven't been rated very well.

“Hey, Vice Minister! ”

- Honestly, you know what I heard that day? When I was voting, I heard Kim write his name on it. Whether that's true or not, the surrounding reaction is just as bad, so you should know that once in a while, you have to put everything down and clear your mind.

“No, thank you! I don't know, so please hang up! ”

He shouted like a fire and hung up.

Despite his embarrassment, he was still thinking about who the author who doubted him was.

because it was true.

* * *

“My father recently saved a separate studio. So I don't see you very often either. ”

“Ah, yes. ”

Reconstruction holds its head back.

It was a question of greetings about Taejin.

“It's April again. ”

“I see. Time flies. ”

It was lunch with Myeong-seok, whom I had met for a long time.

Reconstruction did not feel any change in Myeong Seok, who became the head of the publishing group.

To put it bluntly, I was much busier than before, and I felt a little sad that I couldn't edit my own articles.

“It was so loud. I'm sure you've had a hard time, Miss Ha. ”

“No, a lot of people were tired because of me. ”

The three writers representing the Korean cultural bridge were finished with Oh Tae-jin, Hae-hae, and Kim Chun-sik.

As the warm spring wind started to blow, the noisy public opinion was gradually becoming quiet.

“Anyway, Master Oh has given me a very valuable time today, so I need to hear a lot of opinions about what novel to write. ”

“Haha, yes. You mean your project for the Cultural Bridge. ”

“I wanted to ask you for a review, too, but I'm sorry. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Myeong-seok lowered his eyes without finding any words to talk about.

doubting that my father's work was plagiarism didn't mean that we had cooled down in front of the reconstruction.

Right then.

Glug glug!

“Sorry, wait a minute. ”

Reconstruction took out a vibrating cell phone from his pocket.

When he saw the number floating on the liquid crystal, he unconsciously woke up.

The name above the registered number was' Mysterious Reader ’.

“Hello?"

- Excuse me, I'm Jang Choi Hyun-joo from the Gyeongcheon factory. Are you Dr. Harebuild?

Reconstruction in the voice of the woman opened her eyes in horror.

The police were an unexpected target.

“Oh, yes. That's right. I'm the Harebuilder. What's going on? ”

- Do you know a Mr. Seoseong-do?

“Yes · · · · · · ·? ”

- I saw Seoseong-do's phone and contacted you. There's only one record of him sending a message because he's the Hagan teacher.

Reconstruction forgot even the existence of the sitting masters and solidified my whole body. The police were more shocked than the person who sent the message.

- Hello, Dr. Haejeon? Sensei?

“I heard · · · · · · · ·. I'll be right there. ”

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