Great Novelist

That's what people are, greedy, pissed off at what they don't want, shaken at what they don't want, failed, frustrated.

“As expected, Song woman's food is delicious. ”

He sliced the chicken into small pieces and put it in his mouth. At the same time, it is a person who rejoices in such simple things.

“I'm not upset about the delicious food in front of me. ”

"What?"

After asking the best question, it was a calculation that had been watching the situation so far.

“You're not all that old now. ”

“You don't mean presbyopia? ”

“Yeah, that's not it. ”

“Huh.”

I told my best confused friend.

“Choi, give up. He wrote it because he's like this. ”

“· · · · · · Is this peaceful or mature? ”

At best, I laughed at the sight of him enjoying eating alone. The section told Calculator in exaggerated speech.

“Beat the coincidence of this. We're stopping the world by accident. ”

“That's right, sis. Cut the master's head off. ”

“I've already left my hand. ”

Even the harsh words of the majority and faith did not shake the calculations. I was just quietly looking at him sitting across from me.

“Here I am. You guys are so mean.”

The two of them did not stop, even with his stern voice. Eventually, compliance calmed down.

“Junsu is having a hard time. ”

He told Junsu who was the mediator of the meeting. Compliance shook hands with a uniquely good looking smile. Three times.

“Sis, I'm going to make you another beer. Do you want anything else? ”

“Then I'll have a beer, too. ”

“I'm a wine. ”

The calculation and section answered the question of faith. The room is noisy again. He drank Coke thinking it was quite an interesting place.

“You said Kelly Coin punked the event again. ”

“That guy's a mess. ”

“That temper, along with the great work, has been resurrected. ”

The writers said one thing about his famed personality in the industry.

“Have you met him in person? How was it?”

Kyungwoo chewed the food and asked. He replied with a few moments.

“I was just a writer. I love coffee."

“Tell me more. You're curious.”

“I don't really know. It's not that long of a face. ”

“Aigoo, the author who translated it shouldn't say that. ”

The police said, waving their fluorescent arms.

“When you came to my house, I had no idea. How can you translate that? I've gone beyond the notion that I speak a good foreign language. What was with Kelly Coin, again? Didn't you get a huge hint? ”

“I wish. Kelly Coin would do that? He wrote me a strange reply when he translated it. I also shook my tongue saying that I wanted to see the crash. ”

He complained that it was too much for the hard-working translator.

“What a world-class writer. ”

On the west side, he expressed a small amount of sentiment about the coin.

“We need to develop a device that can search someone's head quickly. So we can look at accidental brains. ”

He left a terrifying note for the coincidence that remained as a mystery. He avoided the eyes while drinking cola.

“How's school life? ”

The section asks, "She is curious about her life as a student and writer." In a word, the contents of the conversation quickly flowed to school.

“It's normal. It's not just the day-to-day pleasures, it's the depression. ”

“Well, I'm tired when I'm in my body. ”

“But it's fun. Thanks to the work of the gatekeeper. ”

“Moon Ye? Are you Moon Ye? ”

Everyone except those who knew was surprised.

“What are you doing in the gatekeeper? Does everyone know you're a coincidence? ”

The West asks, "Yes, Lord says." All of Moon Ye's deputies know who they are. And I accepted.

“Well, nobody else knows. ”

“You know what? Don't you ever talk about yourself in English? ”

Best asked. Why not? The writer, coincidentally, was a regular story that appeared to wake up sleepy children in class.

“There was time to analyze the details of the coincidence, the details of the coincidence. ”

In his head, I remembered Moon teacher talking excitedly in the church. He didn't forget to look this way in the middle of the story. Every time I tried desperately to resist laughing.

“Sounds like fun. I don't think anyone's ever been in school like you again. ”

“Everyone's school days are different. ”

“You're the weirdest of them all. Spy?”

“I'm not moving any information. ”

“Isn't he a hero in a mask when it comes to hiding his identity? ”

“I never saved the world. ”

At that time, he opened his mouth calmly.

“Has no one noticed the writing in the book? I think you have one because your writing is personalized. ”

I was able to speak plainly to that question.

“Not a single one. ”

In a definitive tone, she tilts her head.

“How can you say that? ”

“It's not a coincidence. ”

“What does that mean? ”

“Literally. It's not a coincidence at school. ”

“Was it detachable? ”

“A little distance. ”

Only Junsu and Keung understood Lord's story. Another style. As long as he has it, there will be no indication of his identity for writing in school. The calculations were still confusing, but he did not tell the story in detail. The lighter theme here

Fit in.

“I do some interesting training. You can list the words you see around you, or you can write on the wrong topics, or you can make your assistants characters, or you can make sentences. ”

“Nice doorway. ”

At the end of the section, he briefly described the process by which the sentence was made. She asked with interested eyes.

“What did you write? ”

“Fragment. It was called Sand Egg. ”

I was more energized when the writing became a topic because I was afraid that someone was a writer.

“It's the language of God and the brother. because I saw the same landscape in the same place. although they're very different. ”

“Oh, you know what? ”

“Stories that come to mind at the same time. Usually just one or mix the two together appropriately. ”

Writers with similar experience fought back.

“I'm a student. One was available at school, and the other at home. ”

“What a great amount of writing. ”

My faith muttered. I took a sip of beer and said in a loud voice.

“I must be the writer who went to the studio by accident. It's amazing! There are so many manuscripts in the small room, of course, but the writer's library is just a coincidence. It felt like the letters were running around. There are a few boxes up there, and there's a bunch of manuscripts in there.

H. Wrote to sleep surrounded by them. I was jealous, but it was a tough workshop. ”

He looked drunk, but his voice did not waver. She was the one who said that without being drunk.

“Coincidental labs. I'm curious.”

“It's just a normal room. ”

Even though he said that, I didn't believe him. But it was really ordinary. A computer in a small room. A bed and bookshelf. It was a boring room with no posters on it, except for the plaintiffs.

“How can you be so healthy as a teenager? When I was a student. I blew my allowance to collect the records of all the musicians abroad. ”

“Don't talk nonsense. ”

I gave sympathy to the words of the West. Starting with him, there were lines of writers who recalled their school years.

“I was here. ”

“I had a really long friend in high school. Keep in touch.”

The faith and the section said:

“Well, we're high school alumni, so we're tired of reminiscing. ”

“It's a strange relationship, after all. ”

“An ill-fated story.”

“I had a narrow relationship when I was a student. ”

Best said a word to the famous relationship between the West and Dong-gil.

“Now that I think about it, I've had a lot of accidents. It reminds me of a shameful past. ”

“They were all the same. ”

“Junsu was a model student. ”

“Not really. ”

Workers and Compliance talked about embarrassing topics. Everyone was reminiscing. Proof that time has passed.

“Suddenly I miss hearing about the Lord. I was a doorman, too.”

“You didn't do a good job. ”

“I miss you, though. I had a great time. Sitting around writing the same topic with friends. ”

I agreed quietly with Finn at the last word of the West.

“I wasn't a doorman. Not in my school. ”

“Right. I'm not from the Gatekeeper, either. I studied writing in college. ”

“Doorman. I envy you. That must have been fun."

As the writers who did not experience the book, there was an arithmetic. After her words are finished, she is silent for a moment. Everyone wanted something. Similar ideas occupied my mind. The section spoke on behalf.

“It's not too late now. ”

It's not too late.

“Nine writers, no big deal. ”

The best question was to clarify the topic.

“So what do we do? Let's start a book? When did you graduate from school? ”

“No, not you. ”

It's not about going back in time. There was something I could do under the circumstances. The section exclaims like a leader.

“Shouldn't it be a club? ”

“A club?”

“Yes. We just need to rename the meeting a little bit, and we can get what we want. ”

“How what? ”

Doorman, doorbell, club, and. An analogous word came out of her mouth.

“Is it a literary club published by the club. ”

Literature school. It's almost impossible to find right now. It is not very popular, but in the early days of Korean literature, many writers gathered to publish whether they were literary enthusiasts.

“The first time literary alumni came out of my country was during the three-day movement, right? ”

“My heart is pounding when I think of all the people who used to write together at the time. ”

I remembered whether it was a literary entourage left by romantic or turquoise writers. I became interested.

“Literature magazines published by writers of the Jell-O era are legendary. ”

Whether other writers shine their eyes as well. Everyone was tempted.

“You're right! ”

The faith was so excited that I cried out. I always accepted the way to look at the situation calmly.

“There's nothing you can't do. I have nine writers, and I know a printing press. Nowadays, we publish a lot of singles. Literature school publishing is what other amateur clubs do. If you go small, you have nothing to lose. ”

He looked around at the writers gathered here. They were all writers with their own personalities. If the writers gathered here write only one piece, it will be a literary enthusiast who gains both popularity and artistry.

“Sounds like fun. ”

The best mutters. You're getting closer and closer. Then Worker said in a hurry.

“Wait, I have a piece that I'm writing right now. ”

“Is there a deadline? ”

“It's not like that. ”

“That's it, isn't it? It's good to sigh and go. ”

The section has been destroyed as well. As long as the story went on, I had a glimpse of my will to do it. He was amazed at her movements, and his eyes met. I had a nasty smile.

“What a coincidence. Are you just going to be chased by a math writer? ”

Then he turned his head, not listening to the answer.

“Let's see whose work stands out the most. I don't mean to be blunt, but we're all pretty good together, aren't we? ”

“Fighting, art is not like that. ”

Dongil insisted. But I was buried in the shout of faith.

“Great! It's a battle. I won't spare you! With all these writers here, you'll be so happy to see the most of my work! Writer's instincts, greed. ”

“Wouldn't I be the most impressive? ”

Best said for sure. He was disputing.

“That's not true. Dong-jae has a past that he struggled with to win. ”

“I just heard something I can't hear. ”

“Oh, I know all about it. Friend.”

“It turns out you were already under me. ”

Eventually, my comrade kicked himself because he insisted on it. Competition exists in any field. Workers were deliberate and dependent on Junsu.

“Junsu, stop him. ”

“I'm interested. You should try it this time, too. ”

“What do you want me to do in between? Brother Jung, by chance, Junsu doesn't lose in art. ”

“You have writing that only you can write. ”

“· · · · · · · · Brother! ”

So, the opposition was hidden. In between, he thought. This is where I heard about the school's doorman.

When they get together (3) End

lim Han-baek