Great Novelist

“It's been a long time. ”

“· · · · · · Really? ”

“Yes. No one had the title in front of me. ”

The atmosphere was unusual.

“Did I do something wrong? ”

“No, no mistake. Rather curious.”

Coin's face was still serious.

“Why? Witch hunting, of all the books I've written. You didn't make it to the collection, did you? ”

His debut witch hunt was the worst review of his writing. I didn't make it to Kelly Coin's collection of great works, and all the famous critics called witch hunting his worst. But...

“What does it matter? I like it. ”

I liked this article best. Regardless of other people's ratings, I liked this article the most. The greatest article for him was this: I reach out my hand. I pick up the book I took out before he came along. You leave it where you put it, without someone buying it. It is also not popular.

“I write, too. ”

“What?"

“It's a doorman. It's in school. It's an ace.”

He laughs bloody. The ferocious impression opened up a bit.

“So I know how scary he is. A map of how far it can hurt people. But you can't see it, you can't get it, you can't get it on your credentials. I wish it were as simple as a knife. You can get nervous when you grab it. It's easy to recognize that, unlike what you say, you shouldn't swing at people. ”

I looked at the back of the book. There was a plot. Witch hunting comes with a liar. The book does not necessarily explain why he became a liar. No lessons, no excuses. He only talks about meeting Santa Claus to a child, and gives her an exciting adventure ahead of her death.

“Reading this book reminds me of paprika. ”

“Paprika?”

“Yes, a tasty, healthy paprika. ”

The blade turns into paprika. His face became strange. He was a horse.

“Paprika doesn't stab anything. I eat for myself. ”

The act of not raising a sword was not for others.

“Think about it. How cool is it to be able to turn iron into paprika? It's exciting because it's like alchemy or magic. What's even more surprising is that it's not that hard. There's no reason not to. ”

Anyone can get hurt. Anyone can hold a knife in their hand. But don't swing. I don't stab. It's a knife. There was something more interesting than that. Ordinary choice. Witch hunting comes with people who are so ordinary and smart.

“It's not a book that advocates lies. You can tell by reading it. It's just a group of people who prefer paprikas to swords. ”

So I like this book. Even though it was unpopular, it was my favorite book even though it was not rated well. Ironically, Coin listened to a lot of people's writings from this book, but his book brought joy to some of the doorman ministers across the globe.

“That's comforting for some people. ”

He paused and said.

“I hate paprikas. ”

“What do you like? ”

He waves. The brown liquid in my hand shook together.

“Don't worry. You can't see the horse, you can't get caught. ”

It is not fixed to paprika. I was free.

“Arrogant.”

He laughs, and admires the boy on the other side of the world I met one day. Just as I proved his point, a little bit because his messy debut got better. If it was a book that could give readers that heart, it's a pretty good book, no matter who said it. The wound changed its appearance.

Coin recalls that day. The opposing Pokémon is furious enough to sink its nostrils. I thought it would hurt as much as I hurt myself. But I couldn't find my temper.

“The boy is fearless. ”

You know who he is, and you have a lot of opinions about what to say. I unleashed my frozen feelings in vain. The coin reaches out and grabs the book. I opened the book for the first time since I opened it. It was full of unknown languages, but there was no problem remembering the content. It shouldn't be too bad to go back for a while. It's no big deal to be attracted to a kid like this. Coin realizes it's not pouring caffeine into its mouth.

“How old are you? ”

He asked a sudden question, wondering and answering.

“I'm 18.”

“Coincidence and confusion. ”

The existence of coincidence does not sound as senseless as a unicorn. Coin said with her debut in her hand.

“You should give this to my mom. A souvenir.”

“Can you read Korean? ”

“I don't know. But I can't help it when I fall asleep. ”

He was drawn to him and translated to him from the register to the end. And I had to hear a big scream.

“Kelly Coin! ”

It was a familiar voice. He was a man who was fighting for coincidence or eternity when he came alone. I guess it's still there. The two of them covered their mouths with their hands and shouted in excitement. It looks unbelievable.

“Kelly Coin, right? ”

I am busy walking back and forth again. The coin sweeps its face with its bare hands.

“I forgot these sunglasses. ”

“Even with sunglasses on, I don't think I'd recognize them. ”

He recalled his harsh words. I was still drinking coffee like a drink.

“Sign, please!”

Two voices attracted others. His gaze widens. He steps away from him.

“I'll be going now. ”

“Hey."

He calls himself. He stopped trying to get out and looked back.

“You said you write, right? ”

“Yes.”

He replied confidently.

“I think you can write a pretty good article. ”

He says so and is buried in the crowd. He stepped out of the bookstore looking at his photography and signing. You see Harphia across the street. It was peaceful. He went back the way he had come. And I just got a call when I got home.

“What a coincidence. ”

It was Nam-Kyung, and he told him he thought it was going well.

“Hey, do you know who I just met? ”

“Kelly Coin. ”

How did you know?

“Kelly Coin has come to Korea. ”

He didn't answer his own question. It seemed to me that his voice was being suppressed.

“Yes, I know. ”

“You've seen witnesses. ”

It was a witness, not a witness. However, Australia, who sensed that it was unusual, simply replied. To hear his story.

“Do you know why Kelly Coin came to Korea? ”

“No.”

I didn't know who I was meeting. I was afraid to ask.

“It's you.”

But that's who you are. A lot of thoughts passed through your mind. It was either when I mentioned coincidence or when I told someone that I had come to see them.

“Yes?”

“Incidentally, it's you. ”

I thought about it for a moment and asked again. I beg your pardon?

“Kelly Coin came here to meet a writer by chance. I just got a call from you. What do you want to do?”

“· · · · · · · What? ”

“Are you going to meet him? Aren't you going to meet him? ”

Time has come for you to choose. What should I do? I remembered what Coin said. He said he would write a good article. He also hated coincidences.

“We have to get away from the unicorn, right? ”

“Huh?"

“This time, the nose bone is dangerous. ”

He muttered, touching his nose.

*

“What's going on? ”

Nam-Kyung was wandering around in a frenzied state. It was the largest conference room inside the Netherwood publisher. It was also the space I prepared for the meeting with Coins. In fact, it's not uncommon for an outside guest to visit a world-renowned novelist.

It was not a frequent situation. It is usually because these meetings are made on the premise. When I came to Korea for an event such as a lecture, it was during the warm-up period.

In secret, there has never been a novelist who had flown to Korea to meet only one author.

“What a coincidence. This is really going to be a milestone in the history of our Netherwood publishers. ”

“I think that heart's gonna pop out. ”

A blind editor said next to the editor. There were fewer than five people waiting for coins here at the moment, and it had a demand for coins, but it also contributed greatly to the peculiarity of a coincidence writer. A lot of people know his face inside the publisher.

No. The small group is waiting for a world-class writer in a large conference room, so it looks like they're on some kind of secret operation.

“Do you really not need an interpreter? ”

“Yes, I speak good English. ”

The editor asked me about my frustration, but I couldn't say anything more. He tries to check again one last time, and the phone rings.

“Oh, okay. I'm going out.”

Everyone understands. Here comes the coin. The editor and blind editor stood up.

“Prepare yourself, Writer. ”

The editor warns you like that and leaves the conference room to receive the coins. Nam-Kyung sighed. I've already told him the story. That he met him in the name of the cosmos, not by chance.

I looked at him sitting still. You're wandering around looking for an exit with a calm face. Nam-Kyung has never seen a writer get excited or angry by coincidence before. I never heard a word of it. But Kelly Coin does get in trouble sometimes. As a stimulating article

It's a coincidence that she lives quietly with her face covered despite the excitement of Kelly Coin and tons of readers who are seen throughout the day. They were so different.

Even though they debuted early, the reaction was also different between the two of them. Unlike the coincidences people have acknowledged since his debut, he has been turned away from everyone with bad reviews. Tranquil coincidences and violent hot Kelly coins.

I'm nervous about what conversations the two of you will have as writers and writers, rather than the relationship between young students and world-class writers. That's Kelly Coin, so you might as well swing it first.

Outside the conference room, there was a buzz. It was multiple footsteps, and Nam-Kyung said with all his heart.

“I can hold on for a few seconds. ”

He laughed.

“Thank you for that information. ”

“I'm not kidding. Cover your nose well. ”

That was the last time the door was opened. The editors, blind editors, Isabella on the phone, and Kelly Coin finally came inside. I got up from the chair. The same was true of Australia: the editor-in-chief, Isabella, and the coin that was walking silently while smiling. Hmph.

Beauty and expectations, anxiety and tension were in each other's minds. Coin searches the interior. Accidentally, he was looking at coins. My eyes met.

Kelly Coin suddenly stops walking. Everyone who walked ahead stopped following him. A strange static settles between coin and coin. Nam-Kyung stepped back and others were aware of the situation.

“Coins?”

Isabella calls out his name. Coin's gaze remains motionless. A young writer standing in front of him. A person who wrote great things in the name of coincidence. That damn kid who was standing on his post.

“You little shit. ”

There was a loud voice. Everyone was nervous, except coincidence.

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