Great Novelist

“Ha.”

He sighs from the morning. He sees her sitting in the front seat with her head raised. She turns to face him. In other words, it was a sign to ask me what was going on.

“You're sighing too loudly. ”

“Aren't you worried? ”

Spring came and asked me. He tilted his head.

“What?”

“The jewels. ”

He folded the book in his hand quietly.

“You're doing great. ”

Speaking boldly, she shakes her head.

“I don't think it's very enjoyable. ”

“Really?"

A little fierce in the springtime's eyes. You understand it and pretend not to know it. When he laughed, she finally sighed.

“The doorman is like a resting place. I wish it was for jewellery. ”

Spring reminds me of a jewel I've seen. If she wasn't interested in writing, she could have done something else, but she didn't. I just write without words. It's hard. You seem nervous.

“It's inconvenient to have just the seniors. ”

“I don't think so. ”

“How do you know? ”

“You know he's going to be in my book. ”

Spring's eyes widened. A teacher came in to talk to her. The first lesson was mathematics. Spring glances back like a fool, but he shrugs.

“I'll go up there. ”

Teacher Moon nods roughly, and he takes his notes and manuscripts out into the hall. I thought about what to write in my head. The story of the gem is already conceived and it has written more than half the story.

I heard a loud rumbling sound as I immediately brought up the screen and wrote down the rest of the text.

My hands stopped. Unfortunately, I've gotten used to it in the last few days. I look up and see a jewel hanging over my face through the window on the door. He summoned her.

“Just come in. ”

“Excuse me.”

At the words of Lord, she entered the computer room. She frequented this place in the name of needing to use each other. Ask questions and give answers about each other.

“Beautiful day, isn't it? ”

“Yes, good. ”

“That cloud looks like a sweet potato. ”

“You look like shit. ”

Usually, these conversations are mainstream. You hold up your hands as she gets closer.

“My writing is highly confidential. Please keep this distance as usual. ”

“I know. I've never been over it. ”

“You didn't think I'd notice it was coming? ”

He moved his hand between her and a certain distance. The rapid typewriter rings. Write about her. I was writing with her in front of me, and it was like drawing a portrait. It's an interesting experience. It's a disadvantage that you can't focus fully on writing, but risk it.

It was worth it.

“By then, I'll have finished writing about you today and tomorrow at the latest. ”

I originally envisioned a short article. It didn't take long. In the same statement, she was sullen.

“I'm not there yet. I don't know anything about you. ”

“We talked a lot, didn't we? ”

“They were all malnourished. ”

“Not to me. ”

“· · · · · · Now I know why the other seniors looked at me with such sad eyes. ”

“Really?"

“Yes, you are a very difficult person. ”

He was a man of manners. She still looks fat. Eventually, I opened my mouth to help her.

“You said ping-pong. ”

The crack moves your hand. I have already completed the conception, so I just need to write it down.

“Yes.”

The gem replied briefly. The gaze was still in the hand of the moving Lord. A little awe and disappointment that I don't know who I'm dealing with. He was able to understand that strange expression somewhat as he wrote her.

I knew she was reluctant to talk about it. So instead of asking her something, she told her story. To make it easier for her to write.

“When I was holding a ping-pong pole, I heard the sound of a mouse like a pencil. ”

“Yes?”

She lowers her attitude to prepare for the question and asks again.

“You can hold it like a pencil. So I kind of liked the ping-pong movement. I like to write. ”

“It has nothing to do with writing. ”

“I also like to hold pen. ”

I remembered the look on her face. He checks her face over the monitor and smiles a little. It was basic to know what people liked and hated. I threw the ingredients openly, but they're still invisible to her eyes.

“Are you ready to finish writing? So now we don't have time to face each other and ask questions? ”

“I don't know. I have something else to write about. It's honest to want to be as alone as possible when writing. ”

In fact, she was able to answer questions until she finished writing. I can deal with it at any time other than writing. There are many ways, but he did not say so. Because she's hesitating. There was no question she really wanted to ask. Last one.

is a fact that sometimes pushes someone's back. He saw her.

The gem asked a question.

“How can you write so hard? ”

He moved his hand. There's a typewriter.

“Just?”

“· · · · · · Please answer a little more sexually. Half of writing. ”

“What you just said was a last name and a true answer. ”

Her face becomes stiff.

“Sunhwa said. You're always so relaxed and irritating. ”

“I see.”

“I was wondering what you were talking about, but I just understood. ”

“It's good to have empathy. ”

He turned to talk.

“How about writing? Did you have fun? ”

She didn't answer.

“It's not fun yet, is it? I came in to play and wrote in my sleep. ”

“It's not like that. I'm used to it.”

She looks away for the first time.

“ping-pong was just a friend of mine. ”

“That's okay, too. ”

He said lightly. It was she who made a face that she simply couldn't understand.

“You don't blame me. ”

“What can I say? ”

“That's just it. Usually. ”

She hesitates for a moment and says.

“This place is kind of weird. ”

“Computer room? ”

“The gatekeeper. ”

“How weird is that? ”

“First of all, there's an art department in the literature. ”

I could have done that from her perspective.

“Baron's a bit of a weirdo. A brave vessel at the same time. I'm never afraid to be alone. ”

In other words, he was afraid of being alone. He said that you will get used to it. She glances at him and says,

“You're a little weird, too. ”

“Really?"

“Yes.”

He knew what she wanted to say. She's anxious. Choice is the only option, so what position should you take in the space? She was thinking of herself as a completely detached person.

He opened his mouth.

“They're all like you. ”

Her face is firmer. And a little disappointment came to mind.

“I'm not trying like you. ”

It was her feelings towards herself. She was clumsy and did not look happy. It doesn't do anything else.

“Honestly, I was thinking about quitting. ”

“The Gatekeeper?”

“Yes, because I'm not like you. ”

It was not that she was uncomfortable with the writing, nor that there was a senior around. It was her own problem. Effort. It grabs her by the ankle.

“Then why didn't you quit? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

She didn't quit. I want to be here. So he didn't worry. She was ready to face it. I wanted to face him.

“We've been talking a lot. ”

We exchanged unfair information to use each other. It was all a small, everyday story.

“Are you ashamed of trying? Or are you jealous? ”

Earlier today, later or later, the story about her will be complete. He will gladly listen to her story as he has so far. She knew. I've had a lot of conversations. Looking at it quietly, the jewel opened its mouth.

“When I was a kid, ”

The story begins.

“I used to hang bars. The two men who hold the bars on either side will win. I didn't want to lose. ”

The typewriter rings.

“My hands are closing in and my body is getting heavier. But I tried not to fall off. I struggled with the grip and the impression. And then I saw her face. ”

I gave up all my face and hung up. I saw the teacher in her eyes. I was hoping you could confirm your victory or loss. I wanted him to praise me for winning. The teacher was the judge, the only judge to judge the outcome of his efforts.

“I was laughing at you. ”

He laughs at himself. I was smiling as if to say, what are you working so hard for? His efforts were laughable. The face was still vivid.

“After that, I tried my best not to. I hung on where no one else would see me. So was ping-pong, because I wanted to hear that I wasn't trying, but I was more than halfway there. I wanted to look elegant and elegant. ”

I remembered a ping-pong pole. It was a ping-pong pole holding it like a pencil. She was tired.

“But this time, I was told to try. I've never seen you try. Something's wrong. I tried, but I couldn't see it. I didn't know what to do. So I just quit. ”

Gemstone says he's different from you.

“You must have worked really hard when you saw the door. You guys must have really tried. It was just amazing. There was no ridicule. I thought it was because it was different from me. ”

She was even more confused. Why they and she are different. Eyes meet, she says. The way he writes.

“I have a crush on you. ”

It was a sudden confession.

“I've never known an effort to be that cool. That's why I chose you as the main character. because you're as cool as the main character. ”

She told him without saying anything.

“I want to be like you. ”

The gem asked again.

“How can you write so hard? ”

He stopped his hand. I looked up at the ceiling for a moment and replied.

“Just.”

She stiffens. He laughs at her like that.

“I heard some nagging today. ”

It was a sudden conversation, but he spoke without any explanation.

“I couldn't concentrate on class. I do that a lot, actually. He does a lot of other things. I'm reflecting.”

I don't know why you say that.

“It's no different than you. ”

The jewelry was inconclusive.

“That's not what I meant. You're amazing. You're different. ”

“Everyone is different from everyone else. ”

“You're trying so hard. I'm sure you were ridiculed by someone and rushed. You're still trying. That's what I want to know. ”

Her words speed up. I'm excited. I engraved her like that.

“That's the big deal. ”

When she stopped speaking, Lord replied lightly.

“Effort is up to me. Because I want to, as I please, just. ”

I heard shouting from a distance. It was the sound coming from the playground. When I first met the jewels, I was listening to someone scream. They scream all they want.

“Effort is not a noble act. It's not even ugly. I'm telling you to like me. Where is that? ”

The jewel blinks. The eyes gleam with light.

“So even if I told you not to do it, even if I told you not to do it? ”

Her mouth twitches. However, no words came out.

“Don't be shy. You don't have to write if you don't want to. If you want to use it properly, use it appropriately. Do what you want. ”

You can use it however you want. She recalls Baron's words she had just heard. Is that really okay? I felt anxious about my work. It was a run for it. Unlike them, it was impure. Unlike them, you must not do as you please.

“· · · · · · You say that easily. What I'm here for. ”

You hear a small voice. He was able to anticipate her halfway through. The computer shuts down immediately. I pulled out the USB.

“I thought you were a playful wife. ”

I felt her gaze. He squeezed his distressed shoulder.

“Seogwang did it with him. Playful wealth isn't bad either. I'll do whatever I want. He said he'd read a book. Sunhwa came here because she couldn't accept the Ministry of Comics right now, and Spring followed her like that. Baron's convinced.

You used to. You still don't write. ”

It doesn't make a difference. You find your way while it's swept away. He smiled and asked.

“What do you want to do? ”

Shiny Gem (4) End

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