Great Novelist

“But I don't know what the children will think because they feel different from the coincidence. ”

Spring spoke in a somewhat alarming voice. Shenzhen's jaw twitches.

“Whatever you think, it's a coincidence. What are you going to do? ”

“Well, that's true. ”

“It couldn't have been a coincidence. Right?"

He told the truth.

“It was half-impulsive. ”

You nod, thinking that the sloth next to you will.

“I told you. He secretly trusts his instincts with everything. Wherever you go, you lose money. ”

Seonhua looked at himself with a pathetic eye. It was spring that I saved myself from those eyes.

“But I hid it well for three years. If it were me, I wouldn't last a week to brag about coincidence. ”

“That's right. We're great.”

I'm grateful to them for what she said.

“There was also an excitement that only I knew. Now it's cool to be able to boast about accidental and shared writing everywhere. ”

Seogwang opened his base. Everyone empathized. Everyone looked good. He opened his mouth slowly.

“I've decided not to go to school anymore. ”

Silence passed. The first thing I asked was a sunflower.

“What about college?"

“I'm not going. ”

“But you're still graduating, right? ”

“I was going to drop out, but the teacher said no. ”

“Of course. My semester is almost over, and so am I. ”

A small jewel opened its mouth.

“But is it really necessary not to come out? ”

He looks sad. He shrugs.

“I'd be loud if I were you. Maybe they're in the other class to see me, and they're my classmates, and they're all coming. It's no one else. It's a coincidence. ”

“Damn it. ”

He pretended not to know the murmur of Seonhua.

“That's uncomfortable. ”

“You're not coming to the gate anymore? ”

Spring asks. I'm staring this way. He tilted his head.

“Maybe so? ”

“I can't read your writing anymore. ”

The twins were having a dark look. He laughed.

“Sell it at the bookstore. ”

“That's not it. I want to read what you wrote in manuscript. ”

“Accidental manuscripts are expensive. ”

“We came to the door because of you · · · · · · · · ·. ”

It was definitely me who drove them around when I was promoting them. But it's just a trigger.

“Are you going to leave without me? ”

“No, that's not it. ”

It was enough time for them to realize the fun of writing. His followers were in tears. He asked for them.

“Call me and I'll buy you something delicious. ”

“Buy me a chicken. ”

“Got it.”

It was cheap. He looked around the scenery of the poor doorman. Half the classroom was full of junk. Contains materials for scientific experiments or geography classes. There are old desks and chairs in the corner. It's dusty and doesn't catch a lot of light. It was a small space, but the stories written here were vast. The dreams and lessons I received from Mr. Moon were valuable. It was the same with the people I met. It was fun to have your place. There is a beginning, there is an end. As long as you are alive, you can see the next. He got up from his seat.

“Good luck. ”

Seongwang tapped his shoulder in front of the classroom. I don't know what I'm supposed to be good at, but I said I did. Half the class was already going on because the time spent in the Moon Book was longer than I thought. I entered a classroom that was different from Seogwang and spring. Seonhua looked at himself.

“You don't get all squishy, do you? ”

“Maybe.”

Even with an uncertain answer, she opens the door fiercely. Naturally, the children turned their heads toward the back door. A cold gaze poured down on my face. I scratched my cheeks without knowing it. The first lesson was math time. On the blackboard were beautiful models. The teacher who was solving the problem, just gave him a glance to see if he had heard the story from Moon and continued the class. However, the children who were sitting in the class did not easily take their eyes off themselves. I have a lot to say. He walked naturally and sat down. I decided to take out the textbook and only listen to this class. I thought it was the last class that was always boring, so it sounded a little special. The children were talking away from the teacher's eyes, and they were yelling at this side. I saw the note fly away.

“That's all for today. ”

As soon as the teacher announced the end of the class, the children became noisy. I couldn't leave the classroom because I didn't have a paper run yet. He decided to pack his things. I took out the book under my desk. I heard a voice next to me, roughly distinguishing between discarded and packed.

“Hey."

You turn your head. You see a friendly companion. He was always hanging out with a certain group.

“Why?”

I treated him casually. I noticed that he had just exchanged signals with my friends. He used the geographical advantage to ask questions.

“It's you, right? ”

That wasn't a good question.

“What?”

In short, the partner became a little annoyed. I was in a hurry.

“A student who claims to be a real coincidence. It's you, right?”

They insisted that they were coincidences. He told me the answer he wanted.

“Yes, it's me. ”

Even though I said it boldly, I looked at myself with a glance at the person who was dying to stand out. The difference between a believer and an unbeliever was so clear.

“Are you really a coincidence? ”

The question was ridiculed.

“Yes, I'm a real coincidence. ”

He said, imitating his opponent. The bastards sitting around in that clear tone turned around.

“You wrote them all? ”

“Yes.”

“Are you close with the writer Kelly Coin? ”

“Yes.”

“You've been to America? ”

“Yes.”

All of them. The children were anxious to repeat the same answer.

“Where's the evidence? ”

He was still discouraged.

“Can you prove to me that you're you? ”

I frowned at my partner. There was a reprimand that he couldn't understand a word.

“That's not what I'm saying. ”

“Why not? I'm a coincidence. I'm a coincidence. ”

“Then tell me the title of all the books you've written. ”

It was an easy task. I was able to tell him not only the book I had written so far, but the title of the book that was to come. But I didn't.

“Does all of that prove that I'm a coincidence? That's all the information you get when you name a coincidence. That's something anyone can say. ”

“Then tell me what only you know. ”

“Can you tell if you're making this up or not? ”

My partner's expression got worse. It was because the story didn't go the way he wanted it to. His shoulders widen. I'm smiling.

“Are you lying? ”

His partner said in a slightly exasperated voice. He was tired of looking at him.

“No.”

It's not a lie, but I don't trust the other person.

“What a coincidence. ”

His writings did not become someone else's because he did not believe. The people I met to write them and the feelings I brought out were not my own. He turned his head without a word.

“Hey."

But soon after, I heard another call. Unfortunately, the children surrounding them still wanted to continue this conversation.

“Why?”

“Why are you packing? ”

“I'm not going to school anymore. ”

“What? ”

“I'm a coincidence. ”

They started their own game of truth. I've been telling the truth all along. It was an interesting landscape, but the children were serious. They soon turned their gaze to the Sun Huai in front of them.

“Hey."

Seonhua looks back in his impression.

“Well."

“You're the gatekeeper, right? ”

“But..."

“Is this a coincidence? ”

Seonhua said with annoyance.

“Why are you yelling at me if you don't believe me? ”

“You've seen her writing. Do you really write like it's a coincidence? ”

However, Seonhua replied to the children who did not retreat.

“Yes.”

It was a strong positive. The children who wanted her to weigh in saying she wasn't a coincidence continued to question the thirsty expression.

“What? Answer me correctly. She's a real coincidence? ”

“You better ask me the right question. What's the coincidence of writing? ”

She raises her middle finger to say more.

"Get lost. I'm going to study. ”

Turn your back. The children chuckled at her swearing. A few words of lust between children make the atmosphere more serious, and rarely. The math teacher stared at me for a moment and left the classroom. As soon as the paper hit, the hallway became noisy.

He packed his things. I had a lot to throw away.

“Hey, look. You've come to see. ”

I talk to my partner a lot these days. At his fingertips, there were many students, as he said. There were other grades that came up to the third grade building as well. It was a familiar situation that I had experienced in the past But it's different from then. Their gaze was not positive.

“It's fake.”

Someone told me I'm packing. Something is fishy. I'm expelled. I'm being punished. The public opinion seems to be cheering in that direction. The same class enjoyed the situation one step away. Although there was a gaze of the juniors coming up to the third-grade building, it was still mostly people who enjoyed the new events.

“That's him. ”

He was who they say he was. I remembered when the word "genius" fell on me. It felt strange. I could feel my hands slowing down packing. People have consistently encountered fake coincidences. The person who believed it was a coincidence turned out to be a fake. Once you get used to one end, that's all you see. Maybe he's too used to hiding, too.

“Huh?"

At that time, there was a book that was suddenly approaching me. As I followed my hands, there was a spring. After that, I saw Seogwang as well.

“Sign it.”

She laughs. It was a bit mischievous. He pushed out the thought that was occupying his mind and carelessly smiled at the new recall. She also wanted to be signed by chance.

“It's an honor.”

I gladly accepted the book. Seogwang stood in line behind spring. In his hands was a book. Seonhua was sad that he had nothing but trouble books.

“You don't get comic books, do you? ”

“What kind of book don't you carry with you? ”

“A comic book is not a book? ”

There is a familiar voice in a loud background. By itself, I felt a sensation that I had not felt in the past. The sense of signing on the book was new.

“That's me. ”

A voice of evil is interposed in between.

“Drop the book. It's an experience story.”

I had a crooked mouth about what I didn't like so much. He read his face in a little more detail. Jealousy. I was jealous of someone who succeeded early. He hates the fact that coincidence is near him. He could not bear to live in a reality filled with anxiety whether he was in college or not. So I don't believe it. Other children had similar situations. I packed quietly.

“I'm going. ”

He woke up from his seat and noticed that he was habitually silent. I was wondering if I could keep going.

Read the book (2) End

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