Great Novelist

“Yummy udon there, isn't it? ”

“Yes, it's worth it. ”

He and Seongpil ate the udon and slowly headed for the Garlic Tube. You can see a lot of staff standing around to help with the event. They realized it was a place for the awards ceremony.

“Is that where you get your prize? ”

The pencil said, "I was installing the microphone." The two of them went through there without stopping and entered the auditorium. There were already many children sitting in the auditorium. On the stage, the professors and assistants who were preparing to announce the results were also busy. He never sat down.

Where it had been, Seogwang sat behind the diagonal line. I hear chatter. The auditorium is noisy. After a few minutes, the door closes and the professor opens his mouth.

“Are you all here? ”

There were reflexive answers everywhere. Somehow, he listened to Professor Hwang, who seemed to be looking more closely at the students than before.

“Well done, everyone. Reading your manuscript has made me feel very high these days. They wrote a great article. ”

She said as if encouraging them.

“There is a ceremony right after the announcement. It is not mandatory to attend the awards ceremony, but if the winner fails to attend the awards ceremony, the prize will be cancelled. Please be mindful of that. ”

I heard the answer again. He hides in it and whispers. Yes, the penalty for your choice will be sweet.

She folds the paper. It should list the names of the winners. The children waited for her words with their expectations in mind. If the story is written as best it can, it will shake the judges.

“We are now going to announce the results. ”

She hangs up from there and drinks the bottled bottled water. The atmosphere of the cluttered auditorium suddenly subsided. Everyone was looking at her mouth.

“I'll start with the statue. Frostbite.”

The professor called someone's name. You hear a sound from behind you. A few people stare at you. The other children clapped. Even before the dull sound stopped, the professor moved on.

“Silver.”

You hear a nervous sound right next to you. It was the breath of a man who was trying to fulfill his dream. Expecting an award means you are confident in your skills and efforts to some extent. He glanced at the scroll sitting behind the diagonal line. I met him right in the eye. He saw himself.

There was.

An unknown tension spreads through your fingertips. He encourages himself. I thought for a moment, I want to beat him.

“Essential.”

For a moment, he thought whose name it was. Pilgrimage. It was the name of the person who would later be called Sung Pill. Sitting behind the diagonal line, he looks forward without saying anything. The children around me just clapped. He's slow.

I turned the dog and looked ahead.

“Gold.”

The professor put on the last prize. And I called the protagonist.

“Space shuttle.”

It was his name.

“Congratulations."

The professor continued to look after the children and congratulate them. She once again tells me the location of the awards ceremony and then quickly steps off the stage. The children also got up from their seats. While the auditorium was empty, he sat still.

“Congratulations."

The scroll just said. He laughed.

“It's one-on-one now. ”

“Sort of. ”

That's how the pertussis was stopped. The last one out of the auditorium stood watching the children leaving the university. The road was divided in two. The way home and the way to the awards ceremony. There were more people going out. Before he joined the company,

I asked him.

“What are you going to do? ”

I thought about the scroll for a moment. His gaze shifts left and right.

“Are you sure you want to go to the gold store? ”

“Yes.”

I'll go even if it's gold. I just enjoyed the feeling of the prime minister. The scroll nods lightly.

“If you can't admit it because you canceled, you can pretend that there were no two cans. ”

“No. Cancelled doesn't change the fact that you beat me. I'll buy you a drink in the morning. ”

He smiled at the admission that was neither excessive nor insufficient. He pondered for a moment.

“I'm going to the awards ceremony. ”

He thought to himself: I knew it. If he hadn't won the award, he would have gone to the awards ceremony.

“Farewell, then. ”

He raises his hand to say hello. I also greeted him with a pen. The biblical scroll took a moment to look at him walking among the other children. I noticed it.

The scroll reminds me of how he used to write in the octagon. He was not someone who could do two things at once. Finally, I focused on the manuscript, and I looked up at him just as the manuscript ended. The scroll regretted the choice a little.

“Desperate.”

He was writing. He was desperate. In the bible, he was a rather unusual friend. He was basically at peace. There is no big shaking and no provocation. He sometimes looked at a particular subject, but his thick eyebrows were the target. He looks indifferent to the world and talks easily to anyone, but doesn't talk much about himself. I didn't get the feeling that he didn't like coincidences.

So I've never seen it before. Such a serious and desperate face. He was very focused. I was writing. My heart flutters. He's curious. I wanted to get closer. But he didn't wait. He finished writing and stopped. He looked up.

The world was quiet as soon as I lifted it. He looks peaceful and returns to his usual state. That was a shame. I just realized where to put my priorities. He was immature.

The scroll slowly refreshed the senses of that time. The sound of the leaves touching. The surface of the paper. The hardness of the chair. It comes to mind easily. Imprint. Stuck. He changed me. There's no going back now. Suddenly, I felt that way.

I wonder if that's what he was doing in the interview. I could see the tent for the event from afar. The inscription moved to the stage where the awards ceremony took place. After the awards ceremony, let's go home and eat. And let's write. Write down the person who just started to come to mind.

“This way for the awards ceremony! ”

You hear the screams of the officials from a distance. The judges were already in their seats about what was so urgent.

Later, when the awards were awarded and the judges were looking at him angrily, he was experiencing sudden news on the subway.

“Character talk by chance. ”

A headline came out of my mouth. I knew it couldn't be, but I thought for a moment. He's already made his debut. His book is in the world.

I took a look at the article. I noticed the name of the first believing author. Based on the content, it was roughly like this. A coincidental figure has appeared in this series of copper professors and is becoming a topic. Coincidence and the name of faith had already entered the top queries.

I was. The knights are spreading, too. I was watching the scene and the vibration rang. It was faith.

“Sorry!”

As soon as I got the call, I heard a cheerful voice.

“What?”

He asked why I felt rough.

“Have you seen the article yet? ”

“I was just watching. ”

I heard a shimmy sound in the box over the phone.

“It becomes a situation to sell your name. ”

“Oh, is that so? ”

“No!”

“Or not. I'm not offended. ”

Though it was sudden, I didn't feel bad. He explained the situation by repeating how many times he believed and apologized. She was pretty desperate.

“I had an interview this time. It was an hour. We talked about a lot. about the work, about the author you're close to, about the values, about the writing environment, about the industry. Important. Take the weight. I meant it. I only talked about you for five seconds! It's too short to remember.

I don't know! I just got a hint from a coincidence that I was passing by. That's all I said! ”

She gets more and more excited. I see what's going on. That this was never her intention.

“I tried to talk to the reporters. Well, things are already out of control. Look at me interviewing him again. ”

“That's too bad. ”

“Sorry.”

“I'm fine.”

Whether she was relieved by what Lord had said, she voiced her displeasure in a playful voice.

“That five seconds went out to the main interview. Two of your names were more popular than my beliefs as a writer. ”

“It's a coincidence.”

“Ugh, there's nothing to take back. The power of your name is real now. ”

He asked, reminiscing about puffed knights as if they were coincidences of reality.

“I don't know what clue you got, but it's exaggerated to have someone who looks like me, isn't it? ”

“Well, yeah, you could say that. Hmm."

Somehow, the answer was not cool. Are you sure you're not the chief? I don't know because I haven't read her book.

“What kind of person is he? ”

“You haven't read my book? ”

“Yes.”

In that simple answer, faith gave a rather peculiar voice. I wasn't angry. I just felt sorry for him.

“It's new. Please look at it. ”

“No. I'm the one who should ask for it. Well, what can I say? The person who got the hint from you is actually a little vague. ”

“Ambiguous? Could it be him? ”

She denies it violently.

“A friend of Professor Dong's. ”

Professor Dong is a detective from her novel. His friend. Where's the ambiguity?

“It appears in letters only. ”

Aha. He realized why she couldn't say anything cool. We don't have an exact description yet.

“Actually, you're right about not showing up. I didn't disclose the contents of the letter. He hasn't even spoken yet. In fact, I was going to reveal myself from the next book, but now that this is happening, I feel like my mind is shaking again. ”

“Who are you supposed to be? ”

“He wasn't much of a figure. A person who passes slowly like a cloud. ”

A figure who has not yet appeared has caught the readers' attention. Thanks to the name coincidence. She's embarrassed, too. There are two actions a writer can take in this situation: Maintain or change your initiative. It was her choice. She said she was shaken.

“So what are you going to do? You want to change it?”

It was before the book was published. I could change anything if I wanted to.

“Well, of course, people's reactions don't change the flow of novels, but I started to think, It would be fun to make someone else out of you. Speaking of which.”

She grabs the horse. He instinctively noticed that she was going to ask for something.

“I can go cover you. ”

She was trying to make exaggerated information true.

“This guy's popular. ”

He sighed a little among the writers who wanted to use him.

The End of the Book (4)

lim Han-baek