Great Novelist

When I wrote the last letter at the end of the manuscript, a sudden wind blew. The paper I left on the octagon flares. He holds it in his hands and shakes his head, stunned by the wind. It was the first time I was able to concentrate so well in the competition.

“Do you think it's good? ”

The scroll came up and asked me. Did he see himself writing? I wonder what she thought. I was a little curious. Maybe it's written in a book he's about to present to the world for the first time.

“Well, moderately. ”

The scrawl smiled at his answer.

“Well written. ”

It was a confident tone.

“Why do you think that is? ”

He asked.

“I saw it with my own eyes. ”

A very author-like answer came back. He got up from his seat.

“You caught me.”

“To what degree? ”

“It's a little cheesy? ”

“· · · · · · That's a bold answer. ”

He looked at the paper in his hand. It came out too well. This is probably it.

“Maybe I'll burn the gold. ”

“I'm a participant too. ”

He pushes his thick eyebrows in and claims his existence. He didn't have to.

“Let's go submit. How much time?"

The bibliography confirmed the time.

“It's spacious.”

They went back the way they came. The silence settled because there was no car or man. He walked again, slowly reading the handout. The inscription was looking at such an accent.

“It's just a guess. ”

Suddenly, the pen opened its mouth.

“Tell me.”

He replied without taking his eyes off the handout.

“You're not going to the awards ceremony? ”

He raises his head for a moment, then turns his gaze back to the handout. I read the cautions at the bottom of the handout. It was bold. Freedom to attend the awards ceremony. Award Cancelled if Winner does not attend Award Ceremony.

“Why do you think that is? ”

“You were there first. ”

“Back then? Oh, you mean Junsu's speech? ”

The chalkboard nods. In the pertussis he was with, he left with the last remaining schedule.

“I have a good feeling. ”

He laughed.

“Are you going to win a prize? ”

“Yes.”

The reason he participated in the pertussis was simple. I want out. It's not that I want to win a prize. I just wanted to go out as a minister. I wanted to write in a different environment I wanted to have various experiences. Unlike in the past, greed.

It was a coincidence. It was also forever. I was a professional writer and wrote a book. High school students are eligible. It's not against the official rules, but it's clearly an amateur competition. He was intermediate in many ways. So I chose carefully. according to your own criteria

You have selected a competition.

“Well, there's no results yet. Let's not drink too much kimchi first. ”

“That's right. It's not even submitted yet. ”

The inscription said by the time it reached the crown jewel.

“Let's battle. ”

I'm not talking about running from the streets. The manuscript was shaken.

“Writing?”

“Yes. Now go in and submit, and the hearing will begin, and it will be announced after lunch. Let's see what name we'll be called then. ”

He was serious. He wasn't jumping to defeat. He gladly accepted.

“Great. Drinks? ”

“Two cans this time. ”

“That's a big one. ”

After that, I went inside the scaffold with a small conversation. There were quite a few people inside. The manuscript was submitted side by side by side by side by side.

“Where should I get lunch? ”

“There's a friend's house nearby. ”

“Let's go.”

*

“Professor Hwang. ”

Professor Hwang turned his head to the call of the assistant. The assistant carries a stack of manuscripts. It was not a big competition, so there was no reading of the manuscript from start to finish since it was an evaluation of high school students' writings. I could see how good I was at reading the foottips.

Professor Hwang sat in front of the five judges gathered in the trial. One writer from this university and four professors sat around. Professor Hwang saw the writer across the street. His writing was unpopular. Most students in the competition will probably not know his name.

“Then let's get started. ”

I listened to Professor Hwang as he said. The first author to be judged heard children's manuscripts with quite anticipated eyes who might be the successor. Professor Hwang sighed as he laughed at the hopeful writer, saying that he had a time like this.

The writer focused on the screening without hearing Professor Hwang's voice. The same was true of the other professors. According to the atmosphere, Professor Hwang read the manuscript individually. It was immature and lacking. It was natural. Every year, Professor Hwang watches thousands more of these articles.

You hand over the paper to the enemy.

Detecting defects was when more than half of the plaintiffs were evaluated. As you sort through the writings, one of the plaintiffs inadvertently grabs hold of his ankle. It is one of the few children who came down from Seoul.

“This is · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Professor Hwang was embarrassed. It was different from the other manuscripts that could have been found in the first chapter of the manuscript. There was something weird in it. Only this plaintiff is foreign. I passed on the next chapter. Then I passed on the next chapter. Professor Hwang calmly read the sentence while calmly silencing his embarrassed mind.

“Professor Hwang? ”

“Yes?”

Professor Hwang raised his head to the murmur of Professor Myung. The longest professor here was the professor who stayed at this school. She was suspiciously aware of the emotions that Professor Huang was hiding.

“What's the matter? You haven't been making any progress. ”

In her question, Professor Hwang had only put down the article he was reading a few more times.

“I'm a little surprised. ”

Then he said, with a little packaging. The other judges stopped and looked at her.

“Surprised? What is it that surprises Professor Hwang? ”

Professor Lee took the manuscript. Professor Hwang simply handed over the manuscript and quietly examined her reaction.

“Oh-ho.”

At that time, a small admiration came out of Professor Myung's mouth. Her eyes were illuminating intelligently.

“Clearly, this is not for students. ”

Professor Hwang immediately put something in his mouth that touched his mind.

“Could it be a coincidence? ”

“Coincidence?”

The writer looked at the two of them alternately with surprised eyes. The professor slowly shakes his head.

“No, it's a little different from what he wrote. The writing is completely different. Deep is not a coincidence. ”

“However, it's a coincidence that high school students are able to write this much. Considering it's a pertussis. ”

“The world is vast and there are many laws. Professor Hwang.”

The professor calmly said.

“There may be children with gifts that are not yet known to the world. ”

It's not common for someone like that. Professor Hwang whispered to himself.

“Not much, of course. ”

The two professors who heard it said. Professor Hwang smiled awkwardly.

“Up there, down there. Above the runner is the fly. ”

“Yes.”

“Anyway, you should be thankful that there's a strong gold medalist. It's easier to judge. Let's move our hands. ”

“May I read it, too? ”

The author craves the manuscript in her hand. I read and admired the manuscript I received, but I also said it was no coincidence. And without time to get wet, I listened to the next manuscript according to Professor Myung's urgency.

The atmosphere sank again. The judges quickly went through the manuscript. Professor Hwang was ashamed to put the name of coincidence in his mouth. I was a little over-excited Professor Hwang looked around at the embarrassment of feeling alone and suddenly his hands were motionless.

You find. You keep looking, but don't turn over the paper. I didn't drop the manuscript. He clears his throat a little because he's strange. He didn't listen. Again and again, he was a floater. I'm not making any progress. I noticed more than one professor and looked at him. She ended up doing it herself.

When I tried to call, the writer opened his mouth.

“The world is so big and there are so many people. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

Professor Hwang asked. The professor who was focusing on the manuscript raised his head. The writer's face is frozen. He quietly handed over the manuscript and a nearby Professor Hwang received it. The moment I read the first sentence, I understood him.

“This.”

I was embarrassed. I don't know. I didn't get a good idea. I don't know the skills of high school students after reading them in depth.

Professor Hwang knew this feeling. It was when he first started writing. When I didn't know what writing was, I could easily evaluate anyone's writing or anything. It's not easy, it's awkward here, and it's easy to put in your mouth that this is an awkward process.

However, when he wrote himself and realized the difficulty, he was unable to assess it. I was just amazed. How can I write like this? How can I think of this? I couldn't figure it all out. The reason was simple: the other person wrote more than themselves

I'm good at it. I'm better than any writer I just started writing to.

I got so old. Over time, he became a professor at a university. I dealt with students who were less experienced than me. I was able to objectively understand where it was lacking and what was special. I couldn't feel the same sensation anymore. But this is something. March Bar

I felt like I was drifting in the middle of everything. I couldn't figure out where the end of the deep ocean was, where this vast ocean ended.

The plaintiff has been handed over to Professor Myung. Her expression was not that different from that of the author. In the depths of the unknown, she loses her composure.

“Coincidence?”

She mutters small. In that unusual atmosphere, I examined the manuscript as well as other professors. Commented one by one.

“Excellent.”

“Not to mention the weave, not to mention the crest. It's not a book for a centipede. Isn't this just a short novel? ”

“How can you write such a thing in a book in such a short time? This is impossible unless you usually write quite a bit. ”

“The quality of the sentence is different from the other children. ”

“Is this a coincidence? ”

“No, it's not a coincidence. And so is the body.”

Silence has passed. It is clearly a different form of writing than coincidence. But it was written as well as a coincidence. What a coincidence. Aren't you the genius writer who's being treated as a mutant in this paragraph? His reputation had spread to the world. And you really think there's more of him? Professor

I asked.

“What's your name? ”

A professor read the name on the manuscript.

“Space shuttle.”

No one who was there had ever heard of it. At the same time, this thought came to mind by the judges. The awards ceremony.Maybe we can meet there.

“Let's make a judgment call. ”

The professor said: Everyone nods heavily. But I couldn't move fast enough. Everyone was looking at the other letters, but there was a student writing a space shuttle on their head.

And as soon as I opened my mouth for the results, a single article was chosen unanimously.

The End of the Book (3)

lim Han-baek