Dragon’s Legacy

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“Mr. Demon, can you help me with the poem? ”

After the demonstration kept declining, I stepped forward and asked for help. In fact, I can choose an assist without this, but the poem has not yet been able to perform such an assist, and I thought it was the best choice to learn from the demonstration even if I was an amateur at the moment because I had to practice from the beginning to draw the right cartoon.

Generally, it was a long way from the poem, although it was normal for a cartoon to go up gradually while undergoing cultural life. I didn't draw comics for money anyway, and I'm not outmatched by any cartoonist in the world.

“I really don't have time. ”

“Well, I don't know about demonstrations, but if you're good enough, I'll give you the same salary as working in a cafe if you just quit cafe part-time and help me draw my cartoons. ”

The demonstration flinched at the striking conditions of the poem. I couldn't resist working in a cafe all day and paying him the same salary as he likes to draw cartoons.

“Really?"

“Yes. But first, I have to test how good the demonstration is, so I want you to recreate what I just drew on this piece of paper. You don't have to draw well, you just have to show how you have to draw. ”

The poem said that the conflict was brief on the demonstration's face, so I nodded. In fact, since high school, demonstrations have been in the comic book because they liked comics and animations, and I drew comics whenever I could. Of course, he was less skilled than a professional cartoonist, but at least he knew the basic concepts clearly.

While the poem watched the cafe, the demonstration sat at the table and began to draw a simple cartoon page that the poem had painted again.

The painting itself was crazy well drawn, but that was it. There was no basic foundation for cartoons. The demonstration divided the cut that was divided by the poem and drew an approximate choreography and outline into it. It was the continent that the demonstration mentioned earlier.

And the demonstration looked at the continent and painted with care. I wasn't good at anything else, but I was as good at drawing comics as I was at it.

Although he was less skilled at painting than the poem, the composition and performance of the cartoons were even better than the demonstration. He was an amateur, but his background in comics was different.

“Are you done? ”

“Yes.”

I sat down at the table and looked carefully at the manuscript that I received from the demonstration. The painting itself was not much compared to the professional, and it was not comparable to itself, but the cartoons were very good at suction. This was good enough to learn.

“Oh, much better than mine. Demonstration is good at drawing cartoons. ”

“Fair enough.”

The demonstration responded lightly to the compliment of the poem. However, I could see that the tail of my mouth was slightly raised, and it felt good. I didn't think that chubby, cold demonstration would like that so much.

“Then just work until you get a new part-time job, and then teach me how to draw comics. ”

“Yes.”

“Well, would it be 7: 00 to 11: 00? We'll figure this out later. ”

“Yes.”

The words were short, but the demonstration ball was slightly reminded, and I could see that I was quite pleased, even though I did not make a different face.

In a short period of time, I thought it would be difficult to draw comics, and I needed time to become more skilled. But that won't take long.

It was the day of the interview, but he didn't wear it because he cared about clothes in particular. I went to the cafe simply wearing a fitting shirt and beige cotton shorts as usual.

Recently, the revitalized aru is not only at home, but also has been hanging out in the poetry and cafes like today. I wish I could play with Yumi, but Yumi is busy studying these days, so she only meets him once during school.

“Funny.”

Aru, who got off his bike, said with a cheerful smile. As I entered the cafe, Hyunju came early as usual and was waiting to clean up.

Hyunju, who saw the poem, ran immediately and tried to have a deep skinship, but he frowned when he saw the aru beside him. This early in the morning, secretly skinning the poem is an energizing place in the day, but when I can't do it, I suddenly lose my strength.

“Let's clean up together. Aruya.”

“Yes! I'm good at cleaning. ”

The poem quickly finished cleaning the cafe with Aru and opened the shop. It was so everyday that it became a bit free.

Even though I was doing cartoons, it took me a while to get to a quality that I could see, and my songs were no longer rising to about 30 million hits on YouTube.

Even if I wanted to expand the cafe, I was still stuck in Seoul in a few months.... I even thought about going up to Seoul now. If I think about it, there was absolutely no reason to be here.

But it took women a little while to get to Seoul. Even if hymns and Hyunju go together, Eun or Sook must continue to go to school.

“Hmm……. ”

The poem thought about what to do. However, no matter how hard I thought about it, it was still a little hard to go to Seoul right now, and I felt like I should at least get a degree and make a college announcement.

I got a call while Aroo was working with Hyunju.

I got a call to see if it was a journalist from Girls Sense, but it was surprisingly frustrating.

[Good morning.]

[Oh, Mr. Sojin. Hello.]

Eun-Byeo made a phone call to cure vaginitis, but I couldn't figure out why she called suddenly.

[How have you been? Aren't you being too hard on me without texting me or calling me?]

[Ah-ha-ha. Sorry. I've been a little busy lately.]

[I'm joking, but isn't he going to be in the survival audition program?]

Audition program?]

The words of an unexpected exhaustion caused the situation to sound embarrassing. I knew there was such a pro, but I never even thought I'd leave.

[Yes. Actually, this time I'm going to be one of the MC's audition programs for the Air Force. That's why I'm calling to see if Mr. Pope will be there. I think you can win enough if you're good enough.]

[Well, I'm a little overwhelmed.]

The poem was slightly troubled. In the beginning, he sang a song and posted it on YouTube for experience, but this increased a lot of experience just by going to the public broadcast. However, appearing on TV itself was more likely for people to have their images perfectly formed and become more realistic than the benefits. I felt like I had a lot of business to do, but I was reluctant to expose my image.

[If you have a question, apply. I'm sure the Pope will win!]

[Yes, thank you. I'll think about it.]

[Yes. Fight! We'll be watching the broadcast this Saturday.]

[Thank you.]

The poem hung up on me, thinking about what he said, suddenly I had a good idea. The business you are about to do now is based on social influence and luxury imagery, such as celebrities or the British royal court.

“Ahem……. Hmmm... ”

But now he had no contact with such celebrities, and he was not able to control them as he thought. Then it came to the thought of whether he should make such a famous celebrity.

I don't know if these ideas are right, but it wasn't a bad feeling. The jewellery that Roslin had given her was worth more than 12 carats of diamonds, although she seemed to lack a lot of money to carry on her thinking business. The problem was that, as always, the origin of the gem was unclear and its social location was low.

“Well……. ”

I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I got a call from a reporter in Girls Sense.

[Hello, Pope. Hello. It's the Song Mi-ran of Girls Sense.]

[Yes, hello.]

[I'm on my way. Can I go straight to the cafe?]

[Yes, I'm waiting at the cafe.]

[Okay, just a few more minutes.]

Shortly after hanging up the phone, a woman came into the cafe with a loud key. A woman wearing skinny jeans with a large camera on her shoulder looks quite lively.

“Ah! Good morning, Pope. ”

Miran smiles and greets as she looks at the situation sitting at one table.

“Hello, have a seat over here. ”

As the poem points to the opposite side, Miran smiles slightly and sits down. She laughed a lot.

“Wow, the cafe is so beautiful and nice. I thought it would be nice to see the pictures, but they're so much prettier! ”

“Thank you. What would you like to drink? ”

“I'll have caramel macchiyas again. ”

In Miran's words, the poem told Hyunju to order two cups of coffee, and shortly after, a bright brown man came and brought him coffee.

“Wow, that coffee is really good. I'm a bit of a coffee connoisseur myself, but I've never tasted such good coffee. ”

He doesn't rest for a moment because his personality is so lively. A quite attractive woman with a cool face and a bright height.

“Well……. Delicious."

Miran closes her eyes and tastes the coffee to see if it's really delicious.

“Do you think it will work in Seoul? ”

“Seoul? Yes. I've been to a lot of cafes in Seoul, either in Cheongdamdong or Sinsa-dong, but it's the best. ”

“Haha. Thank you. ”

When I entered Seoul, I thought of raising the price a bit and adding a little more Lichellia beans. If it does, anyone who has tasted coffee at Cafe Quezron will never forget it.

“Hmmm, I'm going into the interview now. ”

“Yes, I will. ”

The poem smiled comfortably and said. I don't know if I would have trembled a lot in the old days, but now I feel relaxed, rather than feeling that tension.

The interview questions were peaceful. The question of what it felt like to be on the Internet these days, what it was like in the past, what songs I liked, what I would do in the future.

“Oh, and yesterday on the Internet, there was a rumor that you were dating a high school student. What happened? ”

“Yes?”

The situation made an indecipherable look on Miran's sudden question. Since he was a high school student around him, Yumi had no reason to go on the Internet at all.

“It's... it's a little hard to say, but it's a little bad..." ”

Miran blurs slightly.

“Wait a minute. ”

The city turned on its laptop and searched the Internet. Then some of the articles that Miran mentioned came out.

The article had Yumi and herself on a BMW M6 in front of the school a few days ago and they were still in the car.

[I went to high school with that girl, and she had a boyfriend who used to date in middle school. But the whole song is about seducing Yumi with money, breaking up with her boyfriend, and then taking her to the motel all the time. I hate Yumi, but if I don't go, I'll just hit her...]

“Ha……. ”

The poem could not say anything about this nonsense. In addition, how much people like this gossip has already been spread all over these sites. It was an article with no evidence, but it was based on the fact that the poem on the BMW M6 had a lot of money, so most people believed it, even though it was sensitive.

No, maybe it's true or not, I was just looking for something interesting, and it was just in time. After all, the comments on the article, not the truth, blamed and criticized the poem in a fundamental way, and were not completely insane.

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Thank you for reading.

Maybe I should order some chicken and get motivated to write...