Great Novelist

He carefully examined the teacher's mood. I didn't think he said that because he suspected he was a coincidence. I opened my mouth slowly.

“I like to write. ”

“Where did you learn to do this professionally? ”

“Nothing.”

“Do you read a lot? ”

“I like to read. although I'm not as excited as he is. ”

“He's too much for me. More like a bottle.”

The sound of two people's steps rang out in the hallway. By the time I was almost in front of the poor teacher, Moon opened his mouth.

“Well, pay attention to the ending today. ”

Then I opened the door for the new arrivals. With the exception of two seats, the crowds were naturally looking at Master Ho and Moon. When he went to sit down, Seogwang said.

“What took you so long to get here? ”

“Yes. I met him in the middle. ”

The previous manuscript was placed in the seat of the Lord. I took a quick look and it was a good job, but there were no other marks like it. Dr. Moon said.

“You read well. No one was writing. Everyone wrote better than they expected. ”

“What's the writing? ”

“Mwah, Mwah, Mwah, Mwah, and then the next letter. ”

In the question of Seogwang, Moon answered me with a rhythm. People who can't write are called 'letters.’ I don't know if the word was registered in the dictionary, but Seongwang reassured me quietly.

“Seongwang. You read more books than anyone here. ”

“Yes, it is. ”

Seogwang said proudly. I'm proud of him for reading so much. Teacher Moon told me about the writing.

“Thanks to that, you have pretty good tensile strength. I'm just bored with the story. ”

“Is that so?"

“Concentrate on controlling the intensity. It is not the same as the story or climax that continues to unfold. ”

“Yes.”

Moon then told Sunhwa.

“Seonghua. It's good that you don't hesitate to develop. But it's too much. Too many omissions for the reader to follow. Write more considering the reader's position. ”

“Is that too much? · · · · · · · ·. I understand.”

I was not sure where it was too much. Her writing was a little unexpected. You must have written the story at great intervals. It's about as big as a walker can get.

Moon looked at the spring sitting next to Sunhwa.

“Spring. You were an all-around average. Sentences and plots aren't bad either. It's just that sometimes there are too many depictions in one scene. Be careful not to fall into your own emotions. ”

“Yes.”

Spring nodded and answered with a small voice. A good overall rating spring was impressed by Seonghua. Australia also applauded. Spring blushed her face and struck her hand. She was very shy.

“And Lord. ”

“Yes.”

“You focus to the end. The end.”

I guess the first ending was for nothing. I don't have enough of what I said before, but I want to talk about the ending again. Yes, yes. I'll take care of it.

“And Baron. I liked the picture.”

“Yes.”

Finally, Moon, who praised Baron's painting, stretched out the paper from the English classroom towards the deputies. There were five chapters in total and each of the contents, but there was one word in common.

"A hundred and fifty?”

It was a notice about the pertussis. Contains information held in several locations.

“Are we leaving? ”

“Then we should go out to the gatekeeper. ”

The faces of the children looking up at the paper were lively. The competition has always been accompanied by tension and expectations.

“There are many kinds of cataracts. Depending on which organization you're hosting, the theme changes and the format changes. You write your name, you get a prize, you get a prize. ”

“Prize!”

Seogwang was excited and cried out. In the big tournament, there were occasional prizes that were not small for the target.

“Decide which contest you want to enter. However, no matter what contest you apply for, there is one pertussis that we must go to first. ”

“Sure? Where is it? ”

Spring asked. Moon stretched his index finger and pointed to the ground with his fingertips.

“Our school's centurion. ”

Ah, the sound of enlightenment comes from everyone's mouth.

“When do you do it? ”

“I don't have an exact date yet. ”

In his question, Moon said.

“You're familiar with the format. Have you ever written an article with three words in it? ”

Injured, free, meteor pen authorized.

“There are many themes and you just have to choose one and write. Rather, this side is less difficult. ”

“I see.”

It looks easier than consuming three words that are not at all relevant Indeed, he was thinking about a pertussis. He seemed adequate but thorough. I was interrupted and asked.

“You give me a prize? ”

“I'll give you that.”

Before opening my mouth to expectations, Moon said.

“There is only one person in class who gets a prize. ”

Hearing Moon's story, he paused for a moment. One in each class. His head turned to the West by itself. I was looking at Seogwang-do.

“Are we going to fight? ”

It wasn't coming from the mouth of the West. Of course, it is not Australia. It was the voice of a line sitting across from me. Then it was the same class in spring and sunshine.

“Battle. That's a big sound. ”

“Why, it's a match. You two fight. It's fun.”

When he heard the murmur, Seonhua said. I said no, but since there was someone who joined the party, that's it.

“Good. Can I make a bet? ”

Baron gives you the strength to wager.

“You too. Students don't bet. ”

He dodged a sluggish eye. The unfamiliar children were excited and said.

“Yes. Let's make a bet. To buy something for the winner. ”

“Aigoo, I don't like spending my money. ”

I made a shivering face, complaining about my pouch.

“You're afraid someone's going to ask you to buy a house? ”

“Yes, why. ”

“Guys, let's talk calmly. ”

I dried up the sun and the sunflower trying to catch fire. Moon, who was listening quietly to the children's stories, said.

“Then I'll shoot the chicken to the winner. ”

He laughed in vain. I just wanted to see who would rush in with the chicken. However, a loud voice resounded in despair, as if laughing at such an august expectation.

“Yes!”

“Aja!”

“Wow, chicken. ”

Spring even makes a happy face. This is an explosive reaction. Baron raises his hand, looking at it in a daze.

“I'll give it to you. ”

“Yes. You get a prize, too. ”

In that absurd conversation, Lord Barron asked.

“Are you sure you want to write? ”

“I wrote it once, but I can't use it twice. Have some chicken.”

“Oh, yes, you should. I knew it!”

Among the door groomers united with chicken, he felt distant. I can't believe he liked them. They were kids.

He recalled the past for a moment. The days when the whole class put down a pizza game at the elementary school gymnastics.

“Now, you know what to do if you want some chicken, right? ”

“Are we still on for today? ”

Sunhwa asks. Moon nods naturally.

“Until I get bored. Next time, let's make it a superstar game. ”

“Why do you choose to play? ”

Seogwang asked.

“To show that words that come out of play accidentally can also be written. I'll prove that every word in the world can be written. ”

“I see.”

On the one hand, the children thought that they didn't have to prove it. Moon said the first word forcefully.

“Pot.”

“Yes? Next to the pots, all of a sudden, uh, uh, pigeons! Think carefully about your next move. ”

The target after the line pigeon was a sloth. Seogwang knew that words from his mouth were the material of writing, but it was best to chase the geese away from his head. You can't turn it into a bird field.

“Term, period, etc. ”

Seogwang now looked at him with a look of willingness to leave everything. Without hesitation, he put the first word in his head.

“Tarzan.”

This made the materials for today's reading to be pigeons, guitars, and tarzans. When spring was smiling embarrassingly, Seongwang muttered with a hollow face.

“Who's Tarzan? Why would Tarzan come out of there? Can I write a story about Tarzan playing guitar with the pigeon and his shoulder? You're not E. Is that R Burros?”

E. R. Burros is Tarzan's author. He smiled and said to Seogwang who was devastated.

“I'm not yet as immature as Veros. ”

It's a story about Tarzan playing guitar with a pigeon on his shoulder. Not bad.

“That's not a bad story, either. ”

“Yeah? Isn't that bad? ”

At the beginning of Mr. Moon's call, we grabbed the pen. Thinking time is important. The children all drew stories to write in their heads.

Other people who imagine stories. Among them, the only thing he wrote down was the letter. Tarzan, guitar, pigeon. Once I got my hands on Tarzan, the material I spit out myself.

Suppose there is a man who introduces himself as Tarzan. He read Edgar Rice Burros' novel Tarzan so deeply that he decided to become Tarzan himself.

I watched the man from one step away. To balance emotion with reason.

The man thought, Tarzan's friend is an animal. Let's find the animals.

I'm out. All I can see is a pigeon. Pigeons here, pigeons there. I wandered the streets looking for gorillas, snakes and elephants. What you see is people, people, people. A man realizes this is not the jungle. Unlike the jungle where diverse creatures coexist. The only place a man can live is a man.

Tired men find discarded guitars in a pile of rubbish. The user flicks the rope and makes a cry. I couldn't communicate. But it's a beautiful voice. I hit the line again. The guitar immediately replied.

When I wrote there, I felt someone's gaze strongly. He raised his head slightly and looked this way. I remembered what he emphasized. The end.

The others were still using it in the beginning. It was quite a stable attitude than last time. I put down the pen for a moment. I slowly thought about the ending.

The end, the end, the end.

It doesn't come to mind. He sighs. I know this feeling.

You are over-conscious of your reader. It was like when I wrote my next book. As a result, I don't need to think about it.

Finally, the last manuscript was re-issued.

“Haha.”

For days, Tarzan starved to death after eating a carrot.

I'm sorry, Mr. moon.