Great Novelist

“The book is out. ”

The spear waved with Mr. Moon's words. It was the sound of a strong wind.

“A book?”

“Yes, the book you wrote. ”

He waves once. He had a book in his hand. I saw Baron's cover.

“Wow!"

Seonhua stood up and shouted. The other children woke up afterwards.

“Take it. It's a copy of your collection. ”

It was thin, but it was a book. They carefully accepted it. In between, Seogwang walked around and watched.

He also heard his piece. It was quite good quality for those made in school activities. I felt a smooth texture. You examine the cover. There are sand and blue skies. The color was strong. It was a painting with a lot of work.

“Do you like it? ”

Baron asks, the other children were busy reading their writings. He nods with a quick nod.

“Yeah, it's like a real book cover. ”

“I had some help from the teacher. Someone you know. It took a while, but the results are good. ”

As Moon's teacher, it was not strange to have such a connection. He also liked the cover he made.

“If Moon Ye's only art department can't paint this much, it's useless. ”

He smiled at the familiar keywords.

“I'm sure you've read the content. That's what it says."

“You said you'd read it. I was curious.”

“How was it?”

Baron pauses. He read the article "Sand Egg" and was amazed. I could easily imagine her voice even though she didn't say a word.

“I had an accident. ”

He was a horse.

“But it was different. ”

I think so. The article to enter the library with the name of the cosmos was not a coincidence.

“I thought you were going to be famous. ”

“Famous?”

“Yeah, like a coincidence. ”

He said with a playful smile.

“Do you know? Maybe he'll be a big star at school. ”

“How many people come to the school library. ”

“Word of mouth is short. Especially in places like this. ”

“No student reads voluntarily. ”

“Not at all. Besides, a lot of people read it these days because of the flurries. Your parents buy you a lot. ”

He continued to say, just smiling.

“Well, I'm a good writer. ”

“What?"

“You know, I'm a good writer, right? ”

“· · · · · · I hate to say it again. ”

Baron blindly looks at Lord's hand for a moment.

“It really looked like literature. I wanted to buy it.”

His gaze was in the sand.

“You know I'm a fan by accident, right? ”

“I know.”

“I think you could jeopardize the odds a little. ”

“Is that so?”

“I'm not going to win. ”

“Why don't you finish praising me? ”

Then Seogwang came back and said.

“Wow, what's this cover? It's got a great vibe. ”

In the West's hands, he gladly handed over the book. I took the book with a gentle gesture. It was an act in my body. He has manners for books, just as he has manners for people.

“I want to see. ”

Seonhwa said, Seongwang dropped the book in the middle of the desk. I see the cover.

“Wow, aren't you pushing too hard? ”

Seonhua said so, leaving his book alongside him. Her book had a plaza in the middle of it. I felt lively because I resembled her. This was also a pretty good cover for him.

“Your cover is so pretty, Sunhwa. ”

Spring comforted her and left her writing beside her. There was a picture of someone climbing a staircase. There was a calm atmosphere.

“Everyone has a personality. Good work, Mr. Barron. ”

“It was kind of fun. ”

Seogwang picked up the sand again among the children looking carefully at the cover.

“I haven't been able to read it for some reason, but can I read it now? ”

Seogwang looked at Teacher Moon and asked. He looks at him and opens his mouth.

“Yes.”

“Yuck.”

“Humiliating, I want to read it too. ”

“Let's do scissors. ”

Seonhwa and Spring said. Before Seogwang said anything, Moon raised his hand.

“But it's for a collection, so why don't you read it in a book with a library? He plays the role of a cheater. ”

“A cheater?”

“If it's too empty, the person who came in to read it goes out. We need to make room for one or two. ”

“That's right. ”

Seonghwa convinced me that she wanted to read quickly, but Seongyang looked at the book with foolish eyes.

“I just keep waiting these days. ”

The exhausted words puzzled him.

“What are you waiting for? ”

“Yes, I ordered a book that I'm selling this time. I hope you get here soon. ”

“What, my writing is backwards? ”

“Then give it to me now. ”

“You can't be a cheater. ”

He pulled out the sand and said. Seogwang smiled as if he didn't expect it.

“I saw an article. She said it was her debut. She was very complimentary. He's already famous among the officials. I mean, I can't help but read those expectations, right? I mean, I'm a new writer, but I've read the story, and it's quite fascinating. Book Now

I did. ”

As he boasted, he opened his chest and said. He asked casually, hiding his inner trembling heart.

“What's the title? ”

“The language of God. ”

He nods quietly. Also, the first thing to read is slow reading. I asked the old man.

“When you read a book, do you see reviews? ”

“Of course. You have to read the reviews before you can tell if you're a complete reader. ”

After that, the lecture on the long and long completion of Western medicine continued. Hearing that long story, he looked forward to the coming moment.

“Hey, what's this? ”

“What?”

Half the children were gathered next to the blackboard. It was a place where information was gathered. Information is nearby. There is news of the gatekeeper. It was news that their writing was on display in the school library.

“There was a doorman at my school. ”

“Yeah, didn't you know? ”

It's a warm reaction. It's not unexpected. Although he was convinced, Seogwang, who was reading a book in front of him, stood up.

“There's a doorman here, what are you talking about! ”

He speaks very loudly. I thought about promoting it. He glanced a little further away.

“Oh, so this is what you wrote? ”

“No. It was written by the Space Ranger here, not me. ”

Australia's plan to quietly try to tire itself out quickly failed.

“Oh, are you a good writer? ”

“Very. This is my father, Ace. You said that after the competition. ”

Seogwang answered a question towards Australia. Plus, it was swelling deliberately. The word "contest" seemed special, but all the members of the contest went out. Even Moon Ye-woo's only art deputy.

“Competition?”

“Is it famous? ”

“If you're curious, go to the library and read it. ”

He said that he hated the children.

“I don't want to go to the library. ”

“The book is a coincidence. ”

I knew there'd be a reaction like that. Seogwang did not give up.

“Coincidence. Coincidence is good. ”

“I read it because of my mom, but it was worth watching. ”

“Did you read it to the end? ”

“Yes.”

He responded proudly as if he had read the book to the end. Seongwang glanced at him and said.

“You'll be happy to read them all. ”

I don't read it all by force. I feel like I should bring it to a book and read it. At that time, it was natural for the book to be backwards while hanging out with my friend who was talking to me. But I read the book by accident.

“Right?"

He scratched the back of his head when he asked again.

“Yes, but I don't want to buy books for my money. ”

“Who's getting paid? It's free. Our book is quality, not sheep, so we guarantee it. It's as fun as a book by accident. ”

I heard laughter in his confident remarks. It's as easy as coincidence.

“Same age, I guess. ”

The laughter breaks through the front. He pointed to the Lord and said.

“Hey, don't you know how cold I am about books? The writing he wrote was real. Since it's short, it won't take that long, so we can go check it out. ”

“That's it. Look at you. ”

However, the frontal breakthrough of the western party does not have much effect on the target. He shrugs lightly. He mutters a little.

“I'm not getting over it. ”

“That's right. ”

The opposing Pokémon doesn't say they'll go to the end. However, his promotion was not entirely in vain. He looked around. You hear a small sound.

“That's what you do. ”

“Shall we go? ”

“Wouldn't that be awkward? That doesn't sound like much fun. ”

“You said you were confident. Let's go see how well you wrote. ”

I met a girl in the eye. He was a classmate who had talked a few times. She flinches a little.

“Coincidentally, there should be my name on the article that says it's as fun as it is. Read it.”

She nods, worrying that she heard the conversation. As I watched the scene, Seongwang was proud.

“Nice of you to say that out loud. ”

Having gained such confidence, Seongwang continued to visit the school library ever since. Thanks to this, there were no students in the class who no longer knew the existence of the scribe.

He went down to the school library. I intended to look into trends, but I borrowed a book while I was here. With the book down, the white hand brings the machine to it. She was a girl I spoke to a while ago.

He looked around the library and asked.

“How about a lot of people? ”

“It's hard.”

She said at once. The exhibition hall was set up on one side. It was embarrassing to call it an exhibition, but there were three volumes side by side. All six students gathered in front of him were reading a book together.

Six were never a big number, but it was not bad to think of the usual appearance here. I was about to leave with the book I borrowed, and she opened her mouth.

“You're the one with the sand, aren't you? ”

“Yes, did you read it? ”

“I read it.”

She looks at the book in his hands and says,

“Was that the book you borrowed back then? ”

“I did.”

“The sentence about sand was the whole sentence. ”

“I had to read a book to write that paragraph. ”

She stares at him silently.

“Why?”

“I thought you said something like a writer. ”

“He's a writer. There's my book. ”

He glanced at the book by chance and said.

“Yes."

She looks at the exhibition and nods softly.

“You write well. ”

She continued.

“It was fun. I'd recommend it to someone else. ”

The familiar words brought her back to life. He likened the book of chance to the sand.

“I see. How was my writing? Was it sandy?”

She was momentarily engrossed in thought by Lord's question. He was serious about everything.

“It was a little different, but it was sandy. ”

“How is it different? ”

Wet, she said.

“Your writing is like mud pulled out of the water. It sticks so it doesn't fall off easily. The clear water is blurry and you don't know your insides. Unlike the golden sand that radiates from the sun. ”

“Is that a compliment? ”

“Maybe.”

"Wet," I said, "not fallen." It didn't feel that refreshing, but I just accepted her as a compliment. "She asked.

“Are you gonna write again? ”

She was looking at herself. A familiar gaze. It was the kind you can find in the western world as well. It's a fan's eye, to say the least.

“I hope you use it again. Your writing is interesting. ”

I have a reader in front of me. Then we should write.

“Maybe.”

She laughs. She leaves the library with her smile in her eyes.

End of confession by any author (2)

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