Great Novelist

Nam-Kyung received everyone's attention. It was almost the only coincidence I had here.

“You're going too fast, aren't you? ”

“You know the situation. ”

“Coincidentally, you have to graduate. ”

“Who told you not to graduate? Everyone's patience is breaking. A lot of people are ready to pick up any word out of a coincidence. ”

“I can't pick up a horse. ”

The editor pointed to the window in the reaction of the tropical South African Republic.

“People are still gathering in front of the publisher. ”

I knew it - I always run into the crowd on my way to work. These are the people who came out to see the face of chance. Approximately forty people were constantly gathering to watch the publishers go out. Call the police, but come back the next day. I am not a celebrity promoter, and I have never been to a publication in Nam-Kyung before. Thanks to this, the latest planned Book of Library Sale event has become an endless act. It is dangerous to go inside the storeroom. Security guards in the publisher's building were in an emergency.

“I don't even know how to look at you. ”

“Well, you know how it is. ”

“You've already become a celebrity by accident. ”

They started gathering the day after the coincidence of receiving the consolation prize. It was always a mess in front of the publisher, engaging with the journalists who wanted to photograph them.

“Shouldn't we postpone the book festival at the publishing complex? ”

The blind editor said as if he was anxious. The Mini Book Festival is just around the corner from the publishing complex. The editor shakes his head with a troublesome look.

“No. We're not running an event. We're done promoting. It's a loss.”

The editor revisited the name of the coincidence to prevent the story from leaking.

“Wouldn't it be better to disclose it as well? ”

Song said.

“I don't know. Wouldn't it be great to graduate? ”

Blind editors said. No matter how much you talk about it, there is no conclusion. Because there is no party. Nam-Kyung recalled Australia. At the same time, Nam-Kyung recalled the authors of the other books he edited. I am underage because of my personality. To show your face in public...

That is to say, he is faced with the power he possesses. It wasn't easy.

“What do you think of the editor of Nam-Kyung? ”

Song asked himself. Nam-Kyung was complicated. I want to see him show up with confidence. But I wanted to endure if it affected the creativity of the author.

“I'll see you soon and talk to you. ”

Nam-Kyung said, avoiding the answer. Everyone who anticipated the conclusion of the coincidence was each one of the faces. There is a mix of worry and expectations.

“I'm begging you, I'm begging you. I've heard a lot of rumors about this being a nettewood publisher who doesn't even know what a face is. ”

“Obviously, the people around me keep asking questions. Well, it doesn't go away by chance. ”

“I'm curious first. What a coincidence you would look like. ”

“Is he handsome?”

“What are you doing with a handsome writer? Write well. ”

“What kind of people in my country think that? You have to look good first. ”

Nam-Kyung sighed. This is what happens inside the publisher. Probably more outside. Nam-Kyung is next to coincidence and has been thinking about this recently. Why photos are needed. Why do I need the author's face to buy a book? People who say it's because they need to know about writers.

If so, I'd rather show you by chopping off my hand. I'm not writing with my face, I'm writing with my hands.

“Then will you distinguish between your ugly hand and your handsome hand again? ”

“Yes?”

“Now get up. There's a lot going on. ”

Nam-Kyung opened a door that was never loud and left the conference room.

“Dear Nam-Kyung Editor, ”

Time off. Nam-Kyung, who was talking about whether the hand grip rate was really 5%, looked back at the sound of someone calling to him. There was an employee who had recently resigned from another company. I don't know if it's a different department, but the publisher had a few conversations with me. You see a pen on your chest. When I first met him, I had the same kind of pen in my chest. He had always secretly imagined that the pen was actually a recorder, not a pen.

“What's going on? ”

I asked him why he was talking. The recorder said, raising the paper cup in his hand.

“You were just making fun of me as I walked by. because there was a lot of talk in the company that I used to be in that I had to cut back on my spare. ”

The recorder naturally joined the conversation. It was not uncommon to see employees who had resigned from the publisher or those who were moving away. Due to the nature of editing, a lot of people get tired and fall out. The recorder won't be so little based on his gun career. Talking about work made me more confident. At that time, the recorder naturally turned the story and asked Nam-Kyung.

“Everyone wonders if the writer will reveal himself by chance. ”

There was nothing new about it. Accidental disclosure was already a hot topic at the publisher. It was also common for employees who wanted to know about coincidences to talk.

“I'd like to know. ”

I really wanted to know.

“You still haven't answered your question, by any chance? ”

“Yeah. Well. ”

“Well, we're the ones who are in a hurry. ”

The recorder turned around and went back to the work story. The recorder was a fun way to unravel the words. When he laughs at his jokes, the recorder asks.

“When can I get you a drink? What's your schedule? ”

Nam-Kyung sighed sadly and said.

“I have a business trip tomorrow. The next day, Im Hyun also has a meeting with the writer. My publisher has decided to book this time. ”

“Oh, I know. I see you're busy. You must never meet a writer by chance. ”

“Don't worry. I'll spend the night with the writer by chance. ”

The recorder smiles pleasantly and checks the time. Then it turns around, saying it's time to go to work. After watching him for a while, Nam-Kyung went back to work.

*

The paparazzi academy. I can shoot by accident. He looked at the prominent advertising phrase. I've heard there's been a paparazzi trying to photograph me lately. But I've never actually seen it.

The paparazzi was a word that originated in Italian. It means a worm who wants a chance to roam around and taste horseradish. Celebrity paparazzi was the most popular image. Recently, there have been many cases of illegal karaoke or school reporting for a reward.

One of the reasons he couldn't go near the publisher was because of this paparazzi. More people are wandering in front of the publisher to take a picture of their faces after they've won the cannula award. It is because the price of his face has increased more. The name coincidence is highly communicable. I don't know who the coincidence is, but I want to take a picture, but the world has more media attention than the truth. I was showing very well the people who were crowded by chance just because they were at the awards ceremony. Even when the rebuttal article said no, it took time for it to calm down.

“You're here early. ”

When I arrived at the meeting place, I saw Nam-Kyung. He sits across from him. Nam-Kyung said he came in a car. He took a look at him while drinking the raw fruit drink he bought him. It looked awkward somewhere.

“How's school? ”

Nam-Kyung asked how he was doing.

“The same.”

“What about the gatekeeper?”

“Funny. I'm a little nervous because I see a significant increase in my subordinates' skills these days. I think it'll be a great article in the library. ”

Nam-Kyung bit a straw in his mouth and drank a drink. However, it did not come up well. Maybe something got caught in the middle of the straw. He watched the scene quietly. Usually I talk about it, but it was also hard somewhere. It's not that there's no guesswork, but I decided to stay put until he speaks first.

“Good. A small life. ”

“Very well.”

Not bad. After nodding his head, he asked the straw again. The straw still failed to pull out the drink. He couldn't stand it and threw away his straw.

“This guy has a straw hole, why isn't he functioning properly? ”

I opened the lid and poured it into my mouth. Delightful. He drank his own drink. With a straw, of course. He chews through the ice and says,

“Writer.”

It was a decisive tone. He replied boldly.

“Yes.”

His cry moved once.

“Do you know what the publishers are saying these days? ”

“I don't know. I've been around a lot of publishers. ”

“Coincidence.”

The writer, Nam-Kyung, added.

“Everyone wants to know you. ”

Namgyeong's expression was no different than usual. A low voice asked.

“Are you going to show your face? ”

He replied confidently.

“Yes.”

Nam-Kyung blinked for a moment and opened his mouth.

“Yes?”

He was silent. He takes a breath.

“You're making it public?”

“Yes.”

“Really?"

He nods.

“Make public."

It's already decided. The writer decides. Coincidentally, he was getting ready to take off his clothes when he left. Serious publishers looked stupid.

“Was it this easy to decide? ”

Nam-Kyung was captivated by the senses of wanting to be repressed, but he tried not to tease and asked with a somewhat silly tone.

“It wasn't an easy decision. ”

“No, it looks very easy. ”

He shrugs. I didn't have to tell him what process it took to get the results.

“Are you sure you want to do this? ”

Nam-Kyung asked repeatedly if he could not believe it. He thought, "There must be something wrong." I've known in the past what it's like to have my face exposed.

“I'm fine.”

But now that I've been there, it's better than ever. I replied with an unfounded emotion. He put ice back in his mouth. He chewed horribly and cleared his mind and said.

“Let's sit down with the press. ”

“No.”

I'm sorry, Lord, but I hung up on him with my hands. In a sudden reaction, he rolled his eyes.

“Yes?”

“I'm not going to tell you in the press. ”

“· · · · · · Then how do you plan to reveal it? ”

“It's the usual way. ”

Due to the disconnection between the writer and mediocrity, Nam-Kyung was unable to sense for a moment. He was the last word.

“Put a picture on the book. ”

Add a profile photo. Include an introduction and photograph of the author on the front wing or title of the book. Nam-Kyung reflectively reflected on the form of books to be published in Korea and the form of books to be published abroad at the same time. In Korea, it is common to put the author's biography on the wings, but not overseas. From now on, there is only one book that will allow you to insert a picture of him as quickly as possible.

“Insects.”

“Not really. ”

Nam-Kyung smiled without me knowing. Things got interesting. If that's the case, the writer, coincidentally, is the first person to take a picture of himself in a story that comes to mind when he sees himself in the video. Putting him in a book about the stories of the people who are trapped in a photograph forever. Nam-Kyung exclaimed to himself. Perfect.

I want to know about coincidences (4) End

lim Han-baek