Great Novelist

“There are many problems with education. That means there's a lot of discoloration. Sarcasm is fun. ”

“It's funny how things work out like that. ”

The light words of the section made me think of sympathy. He looks serious. Other writers are starting to join him.

“I would also like to focus on growth. I've been to school. ”

He was a particularly good writer of growing characters, the writer said. Faith said.

“Isn't that a little obvious? ”

“You don't have to be so obvious. ”

“How?”

“Are you asking me to improvise? ”

I rolled my head as I said no to the west.

“Student movement. As youth grow up arguing with power, ”

Faith smiles small and asks how the murder is going.

“Murder in a crowded area of children is so scary. ”

“I've been looking at the data on the shooting yesterday. I was scared.”

Faith shrugs. Crew weighs little on her opinions.

“School is a depressing place. Academic, competitive, societal, with a mind to think about, but without a voice. Victims of twisted structures. Unadapted youth. It's a potentially probable problem, so it's very controlled. Even if it's not murder, I'll be on my way. ”

“Love is good. I was in high school when I first experienced active love. ”

Junsu spoke up about the love that happens in school. The section raises its hand.

“Then I'd rather write about the teachers. The story of adults in schools where children are owners. ”

You're the one who needs to write, but the other writers are talking because they're more excited. Junsu asked me to sit still and watch.

“How about that? Isn't there anything interesting about flavor? ”

“Nothing.”

He replied briefly, smiling as he made a better impression. Faith said.

“You must be a student because you have a school background, right? ”

“Maybe.”

Since there is no center, the story changes as it comes to mind. It was not determined. It was just a need. I want the school to be the background, but I want it to be bright. Tales of late events that have a good outcome. I don't know what kind of topics and materials I'm building. What do you have to choose in order to achieve the perfect form of what you want? The section said to the one who was worried.

“Then look for anything else that comes out of this. ”

The section was a horse.

“You know you need to be able to see the same thing from a different angle to write another story. If it's a coincidence, you have to have a unique perspective. ”

“Of course you do. Sister.”

The writers who were there quietly ignored the words of the West. Faith raised the glass of beer and said.

“Wouldn't it be easier to come back from a vision? ”

He emptied out the liquid in the gulp cup. The section asked that belief.

“What kind of fantasy are you drinking? ”

“Just drink it because it's delicious. ”

Faith encouraged him to raise the cup because he could not bear the bird.

“Just say one word. That doesn't bother me much writing. ”

“Sounds like the devil's whispering. ”

“Demon to an adult who teaches drinking. ”

You put your finger on the handle with a small smile. The heavy glass slowly approaches your face. They were pretending not to be writers. I listed the stories about the school they told me about. It was all interesting when they wrote it. But he didn't want anything. I liked their own writing that they had not thought of. This post is only for me. My head ached when I touched my lips. It feels that way. Seeing yourself stop, faith asks.

“Why? Does it taste weird? ”

“You didn't drink. ”

I picked up the facts in a small way. I slowly lowered my glass as I felt the aroma of beer rising up my nose.

“An older student. ”

I want to write a story about the school. But I hated the book, the murders, the depression, the adult stories, the pure love. I had thoughts in my mind about coming out of my mouth. He looks at the chalkboard and sits at his desk. It's better to stand at the table. But he settled among his classmates. It was itself, encased in the shell of a young man. It was an unnecessary shell in a novel. It's an old student protagonist.

You hear an uncertain figure's voice in your ears. He is old. I am not young, I have experienced the harshness of the world. I have lost a lot and I have given up a lot. I've been betrayed before. I was a victim once. I hurt someone and I hurt them. I never went to prison for a crime. I try to live right but don't want to be good. What will happen if that person goes to school? I wish we had a chance to doubt each other's identities.

“Look how happy she feels. ”

The section laughed and said. Finally, I quickly hid the tail that had risen high in the clue I caught, but it was too late.

“The most exciting. ”

The writer said, "The other writers are cooperating." It's a moment everyone knows. Writing is a critical step. The sigh breaks as you turn your little eye.

“What are you missing? Write it down quickly.Don 't bite your head off if you don't remember later. ”

“That's right. Get out the notebook. ”

“I suppose so.”

I put my hand in my pocket without thanks. When the door was blocked, various materials swiped in. It does not necessarily have to be in the background of high school. Middle school, university. Elementary school is good, too. Why do you go to school? Why would he go to school?

“You're in good hands. ”

You hear the voice of a rookie. I fixed my eyes on the notebook.

“That way, I won't let you down. ”

I felt a flicker of muscle that I didn't know the answer would come back. Crew does not refute the other, but shuts up quietly. You're going to regret this. I wrote until I was satisfied and breathed small. I looked up and saw a beer cup.

"I'd like to finish my drink. ”

The West says, full of laughter. I put the notebook in my pocket. I'm thirsty. Touching the surface of the glass gives off a cool temperature. I let go of the hand holding the pen. The heat is cooling. I feel refreshed if I inhale it. But I know you're not. When you drink alcohol, your stomach heats up and your emotions outweigh your rationality. I listened and smelled the aroma.

“I don't drink. ”

The table makes a dull noise. The glass landed on top was filled with beer.

“I'm not going to write today. ”

Some writers put their tongues to shame, and some writers applauded the wise choice. Both were acts of jokes and sincerity.

After the meal, members of the club finished a short greeting with Song and talked in front of the restaurant. Faith offered a pleasant voice.

“Do you want to go to the second place? ”

“Good.”

“I'm not going. ”

The reactions were divided: the west and the west were positive reactions and the comrades and allies were shady. Junsu was just smiling. It was the same with Australia.

“Let's go to a bar nearby. Now he can drink, too. ”

“You don't drink him. ”

“But let's go. ”

It looks drunk, but it's the same as usual. I don't know the exact amount of faith, but if she wants to get drunk, maybe she should drink more alcohol today.

“I have a bad feeling about this. ”

The section said small, remembering what it did to gather these people. The West acted like it was a good idea to just hang out.

“Drinking is not good. ”

The companion gives a stern voice. He was very unhappy with the act of going to another place to drink. It seemed like there was a second drink at the top of his dislike list.

“I'm tired. ”

Geunwoo listened to the comments of the comrade with a voice that no one could hear. When he saw him, he quietly went behind him.

“How about a majority? ”

The adherence intervened between the two groups in order to coordinate. Cold Opinion hit me hot.

“Isn't she the age to think about her health? So are you. We're not young anymore. ”

“What are you talking about? I'll always be a boy. ”

“That's stupid. We need to learn how to age properly. You work too hard on that part. ”

“That's true. ”

As the section listened to the words of the road, the West looked at her with the eyes of the traitor.

“So, should we go into a nearby bar and talk about it? ”

The user seeks a crevice, but the target is not amused. I spoke to a small yawning comrade with a tired face.

“What are you writing these days? ”

“Surprise.”

The muscles shiver and turn their heads. He asked again, not caring. The black shade under the eyes shines brightly under the light.

“What are you writing? ”

“· · · · · · · · · There. Articles that are still being prepared. He's been retired several times. ”

“What about me? ”

“· · · · · · No one in the world writes as fast as you. ”

He laughs. It was the same day he said he was writing himself.

“Isn't it writing well these days? I can see very well. ”

“Yes, it's the Internet, and when you turn it on, it talks about you. I've been working on a lot of things lately. ”

He didn't want to continue the details. He didn't ask any more questions either. Who can read an article that a writer doesn't like to talk about?

“You're the one who should write well. As fast as you can. ”

“I can't do this on my own. ”

He lets out a vague expression on his nose. The same trust as dissatisfaction was melted whether to say so and write it anyway. There was a vague silence between him and himself. With a new writer who made a successful debut but still has a long way to go, a writer on top at a fast pace was easy to get to.

“Did I say that? ”

“What?"

He said with a gloomy face.

“Bugs leave no trace. I enjoyed reading it.”

It was a nonsense, and I had never heard of it. I looked at him quietly and said.

“Thank you."

He smiled and said with a closer face to the crying face.

“I haven't forgotten. ”

“What?”

“You picked up my manuscript. ”

I found something to answer, but I couldn't think of anything good.

“Me, too."

So I had no choice but to give a fabulous answer. But it was true. I still remember my first encounter with him. The landscape made by the white papers that fell from the sky was beautiful.

“The hotshot. ”

The rain was still a gloomy face. But it did not contain the furnace. There was no blame, no blame, no blame.

Short Destiny (5) End

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